The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 237

Cassis glared at the object that had triggered this sudden situation.

Ancient fairies!

Unlike other fairy folk, they had desperately wanted to possess bodies similar to humans. Then, after thoroughly enjoying lustful times with the ancient elves—that is, Cassis’s ancestors—they returned to their original forms while donating several pairs of wings they had possessed during their human period to Jupiter.

The real problem was the effect of the powder emitted from their wings. Evelyn clumsily handling the ancient fairy wings and floating up to the ceiling was nothing. Those wings could just be removed, but the powder made those who inhaled it through their respiratory system crave s****l desire.

Cassis didn’t avoid the powder’s scent that drifted intensely to his nose and inhaled it directly. It wouldn’t have much effect on him anyway, and Evelyn’s stability was the priority.

After that, he would have to scold the nymph who had been beautiful but foolish once again.

Something had been strange about what Nike had said in passing like a soliloquy. Ancient fairy talk out of nowhere? Something had been suspicious, so Cassis had set aside what he was doing and was heading straight to the Hall of Glory, but after hearing the whole story from the spirits he encountered, he had run here like mad.

He had done well to do so. If he had come home in the evening as usual, wouldn’t Evelyn have been floating on the ceiling, endlessly dripping love juices between her legs? She would have suffered from unfulfilled lust and cried from exhaustion. The spirit he had placed in the bedroom would have had to come and inform him when it couldn’t bear to watch anymore, but just thinking about it was an irritating situation.

“Evelyn.”

Cassis, who had finally taken her completely into his arms, buried his head deeply over her shoulder. To prevent those wings from whisking her away to some corner of the room.

The wings that had sprouted as if they had been waiting for a man to approach scattered powder thickly around his nose and mouth. Only then did the damn wings finally settle gently onto her completely naked body. Even while doing so, the scene of feathers tickling various parts of Evelyn’s body and scattering more powder was reflected unfiltered in his eyes.

‘A nymph wearing wings that incite desire.’

Cassis wanted to scold her instead of being dominated by the powder’s power. Since she was completely naked, he wanted to lightly spank that alluring bottom a few times with his palm, then run his fingers through her disheveled hair to make her come to her senses. After that, he’d look into her refocused eyes and tell her: “You’ve thoroughly committed acts that make me want to hold you again today.”

He whispered softly into her ear.

“Do you even know what kind of wings these are, wearing them like this?”

Her answer came much later.

“Ni… Nike… Lady Ni… huk, said she’s moving soon, so I was… organizing things….”

“Hmm.”

“She said I could have anything I wanted, so I just asked if there were any pretty wing ornaments. I was going to return them later, ah…. Achoo!”

Evelyn winced mid-sentence and sneezed without even turning her head. Had she just realized that her body was thoroughly intoxicated by the unfamiliar powder? Or did she still not know? Cassis first tried to lay her down on the sofa, but his gaze fell upon the troublesome wings.

To fully control those wings, one needed stronger magical power and will than the wings themselves, but Evelyn lacked that ability. Therefore, it was obvious what would happen if he laid her on the sofa. Those wings, pretending to be folded for a moment, would instantly spread out and try to trap him and her together, wouldn’t they? To be rewarded for the effort of coating them generously with powder.

He sighed and gently laid her diagonally on the sofa. Then, still glaring at the wings trying to flap, he took out a small bottle and put a finger to his lips.

“Open.”

‘Heueut….’

When his fingernail pushed open the stopper of the bottle, Evelyn knew perfectly well what he meant, but she opened wide not only her lips but also another place—the space between her legs, which were awkwardly positioned as she sat astride him on the sofa, trying not to push him.

It was utterly irresistible. Her body just acted on its own.

“Tilt your head back too.”

Each time his low voice reached her, her heart pounded, and her lower belly trembled endlessly. Fortunately, perhaps because of his presence, the wings didn’t arbitrarily lift her to the ceiling again, but that only made her more nervous. Evelyn helplessly squeezed her eyes shut and obediently followed his instructions.

The liquid in the glass bottle gurgled as it went down her throat.

It tasted terribly bad. The potions he occasionally gave her, telling her to drink them, had a sweet or fruity scent, but this was a bitter medicine she hadn’t tasted in a long time. As Evelyn coughed, her head hanging loosely, he firmly gripped the back of her head and instructed,

“It’s medicine to detach the wings. Since the effect takes time, you’ll have to sleep with them on tonight.”

“What…?! Ah, ugh….”

Evelyn’s eyes flashed open in surprise, and a cold gaze sternly scrutinized her, as if reprimanding her.

“Didn’t Nike tell you that much?”