Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Going Outside
Third Person’s POV

“What are you thinking?! This is not the time for this…What if we get caught?”

Her scolding gaze met with his, though it inadvertently travelled downward and lingered on his visible, twitching penis.

Almost against her will, her hand moved, and her fingers properly closed around that formidable cock.

A shy, yet deeply amused smile spread across her lips, and she leaned up with her whisper so low Ethan had to strain to hear it, the warmth of her breath tickling his ear.

“And control this bad boy of yours… we could get caught so easily because of his… eagerness.”

In response, Ethan only chuckled warmly as he understood the practical gravity of her warning, even though his body thrummed with denial and his dick trembled with the desire to pierce her pussy.

With a final, possessive squeeze of her white ass, he released her and moved back, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

He dressed with swift, efficient movements, pulling on his clothes in seconds with his eyes never leaving her.

Meanwhile, Lucy finally sighed after being freed and remained blissfully unaware of the lewd, heated intensity of his gaze as she began to dress.

His eyes devoured every revealed inch of her delicious body, from the pale, creamy skin of her thighs as she rolled up her white stockings, to the shift of the muscles in her back as she pulled her tunic over her head.

He watched the way the fabric clung to her voluptuous curves, strained over the generous swell of her breasts and the ripe roundness of her hips.

Every little gasp she made as she stretched, and every faint crease the clothing formed against her skin, was carefully cataloged by his hungry observation.

When she finally finished after smoothing down her tunic with a small sigh, Ethan was before her in an instant.

He closed the distance and captured her lips in a final, deep, promising peck.

“Mmh…”

She hummed softly against his mouth with a sound of surprise and fleeting pleasure.

He pulled back just as quickly, his voice sounding a soft, intimate command in the quiet room.

“See you later, girl…” he murmured, his thumb brushing her lower lip.

“Meet me outside…”

Then, with a graceful and soundless movement, he was gone like a fleeting shadow as he slipped out of the room and disappeared into the shadows of the still dark hallway like a phantom, leaving Lucy alone with her racing heart, the phantom feel of his hands on her skin, and the thrilling, terrifying possibilities of who he might truly be.

Her innocent, young heart had already been quietly captured by him, but Ethan was in no mood to dwell on last night’s tangled emotions.

He slipped back through the still–dark corridors of the tower and blended his presence with the shadows as though he were merely another drifting wisp of the pre-dawn gloom, with not a single noisy footstep betraying him.

Once inside his room, he closed the stone door with careful precision and leaping onto the bed, he burrowed deep beneath his personal quilt that he always carried inside his storage ring.

The warmth offered a brief shelter and a momentary refuge where he could calm the stubborn thrum of his nerves.

As the Sun finally broke over the horizon, its faint golden rays also spilled into his room and gently pulled his mind back toward the one thing he had wanted to ignore, the strange little bat that had appeared in his room last night.

According to the messenger bat, the little duchess had ordered him to watch for unusual occurrences, with anything out of place and anything hinting at hidden movements inside the tower.

He should have spent the night hunting clues and sharpening his senses.

He had known that this was his task, yet he had strayed and had let his desire sweep him away, leading him to spend the entire night having sex with a young, beautiful girl he had only known for three short days.

As his thoughts circled around his failures, he also remembered the strange heat that had rushed through him the night before.

The warmth had been unnatural and had been an invisible pull inside his body that had clouded his judgment and pushed him into dark, hungry temptations in a dangerously unpredictable environment.

It had frustrated him, yet he could not deny that it had been one of the reasons he had lost control and so easily went inside her room and never came out until the morning.

His gaze drifted to the sunlight creeping across the floorboards, and he exhaled slowly, ruminating over what could have caused that inner pull… when a deafening alarm suddenly rang through the tower.

The sound was so intense it felt like the walls themselves were shaking.

Ethan shot upright, and his heart tightened instinctively.

He slipped out of the bed, grabbed his boots, and tiptoed to the door like a thief.

When he pushed it open just a crack, he saw young people already hurrying down the stairs, some half-dressed, some stumbling in confusion, but all moving with urgency.

Seeing that no immediate danger struck the hallway and it was now normal to step out of the rooms, he stepped out, but instead of joining the crowd moving downward, he climbed up to the fourth floor and waited on the railing calmly for Velcy to emerge.

She slowly came out of the room hesitantly, but her slightly fearful expression, one formed from being alone and visibly judged by others, disappeared in an instant the moment her eyes found him.

“Ethan!”

Her cute voice cracked with relief.

In the next heartbeat, she sprinted toward him and threw herself into his arms, jumping up to cling to him as though she had been holding her breath all morning.

He caught her easily and hugged her close without caring about the gathering stares.

Seeing a sudden intimate activity in their surroundings, people paused and started to stare at the two.