Chapter 120
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Is this what it means to be ruled by lust?
Rubel stared blankly at Eir’s exhausted sleeping face, lost in thought.
Never in his life had something taken precedence over his mission like this.
As he’d said before, he had always enjoyed being controlled by others’ commands—a destiny with nothing of his own. He’d never desired anything, never harbored any personal wants. Only the pleasure of wielding his mace to crush evil according to God’s will.
But now, he clearly felt all his axes slowly shifting to align toward one existence.
So must I become a dog that barks for you now?
Well… he didn’t mind moving according to her whims while she dominated him. He kissed her soft cheeks lingeringly, then had to stop himself from unconsciously groping her body again.
“I’m going crazy.”
With a deep sigh, he reluctantly got up.
Eir had ultimately said nothing about the black rabbit witch. His relentless pushing of her limits through physical exploration played a big part, but he suspected she still wanted to protect that black rabbit witch.
“Yet strangely, it doesn’t feel unfamiliar.”
Rubel murmured to himself, recalling when he and Chris Palmer had raided the Alphadem witches’ hideout before his first fall from grace.
Back then, they’d faced many witches, but there was one particularly adept at shapeshifting—much like the witch who’d turned into a black rabbit.
That witch, along with one who messed with minds, had tormented Rubel and Chris by transforming into various animals to attack them.
In the end, they’d lost Chris to a poison-wielding witch, but without those two, they wouldn’t have been so defenseless.
“Come to think of it, I already issued warrants for them to avenge Palmer.”
He’d confirmed both their true forms.
When Rubel tried to behead the mind-altering witch in one strike, the shapeshifter changed from eagle to wolf midair to separate him from his target.
Knowing that witches reveal their true forms momentarily during transformations, Rubel chose to identify her face rather than defend against her claws raking his back.
“I’m certain that witch had black hair and red eyes too.”
Everything else was a blur, but that flash of black and red remained vivid.
And coincidentally, Eir’s “helpful friend” took the form of a black-furred, red-eyed rabbit.
While colors might not remain consistent across forms, he couldn’t ignore the possibility they were the same person.
Suppressing his reluctance to get up, Rubel dressed Eir first. Even as he did, her bare skin kept distracting him—he couldn’t resist touching, licking, sucking until even the deeply unconscious Eir pushed him away irritably.
“Ugh… please… no more…….”
She pleaded desperately.
Rubel pouted internally.
What’s with this “no more” talk? We barely did anything.
Of course, when washing her earlier, he’d seen diluted s***n still trickling out no matter how much he wiped. It drove home how much he’d c*m inside her.
But if each e*********n counted as one s****l encounter, Eir had technically had s*x over ten times today alone. That was absurd. Nobody says “We did it two or three times” based on orgasms—they’d only done it once by normal standards.
“Just once so far.”
Even as he thought this, that “once” felt precious enough to make him shower kisses down her exposed arm.
Yes. They’d done it once.
Murmuring words that would’ve made her faint if she heard, he kissed from her arm to her hand.
Of course, Eir was already half-unconscious and couldn’t react.
Having dressed her many times before, Rubel skillfully finished outfitting her, then lifted her into his arms.
She felt lighter—whether from brief physical exertion or weight loss between sessions.
Well, with all her screaming and thrashing, she’d probably lost fluids.
“I’ll need to feed her well on the road.”
Wrapping her snugly in a blanket, he carried her out.
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“What a madman…… no, madwoman…… wait, they’re both insane…….”
The remaining Chrome sighed deeply before reverting to his original form.
Instead of a cute rabbit, a sturdy short-haired man now sat swinging his legs at the cliff’s edge.
He still couldn’t process what had just happened here.
‘You’re the first to boldly try escaping right in front of me. Do I seem that easy now?’
‘If you’re a divine trap, why avoid it? I’ll gladly fall according to God’s will.’
Hearing those legendary lines in person almost felt like a gift requiring repayment.
“So Rubel’s completely fallen for that little idiot?”
Chrome frowned, piecing together the events.
No matter how he rationalized it—Rubel being a virgin who’d say anything, or misspeaking—this was undeniably love.
“Love… Who would’ve thought Rubel Shinote was capable of such a thing.”
Had she known, she might have tried seducing Rubel with her body instead of that fool Magnus.
But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Chrome just shrugged.
After all, she knew Rubel would never be drawn to someone like her—a fellow witch, and a fake woman at that.
And though he didn’t want to understand why Rubel was drawn to that runaway priestess, he did.
Eir was suspicious yet inherently naive and trusting. Her long solitude made her neither clingy nor entitled, and she focused on the good in people.
‘What luck.’
Chrome absentmindedly touched the arm Eir had wrapped around his neck and muttered under his breath,
“Of all places, you had to teleport us to where that bastard lives. They’re definitely f*****g right now.”
Being born male in a witch’s world had brought him no advantages—except for instantly recognizing things like this.
‘That bastard’s definitely hard right now.’
Ah, the unfailing instincts of a man.
When Rubel declared he’d embrace God’s trap and jumped, Chrome had felt the shackles binding Rubel break away.
His oath to devote himself solely to God must’ve shattered—along with his restraint toward Eir.
“Yet it feels strange. I should be glad for another way to manipulate Rubel.”
Maybe he was unwell.
Muttering, Chrome stood and left the cliff. His plan to steal the curse negating divine power was nearing completion.
With Rubel’s men swarming below and their last eye contact putting them on guard, approaching now was unwise.
Once they reached the capital, getting close to Eir would be harder, so he needed to strike during transit…….
‘Come to think of it, Magnus was with them. Does Isabella’s token still work?’
Rubbing his chin, Chrome began strategizing before melting back into the shadows.
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