novelbin Chapter 216: Shadow realm (02)
Chapter 216: Shadow realm (02)
[Just one 1,500-word Chapter today because I have a cold and decided to take the day off to rest a bit.
I’m sorry. As a thank you for the gachapon I received from Neppy Gear, I’ll be doing a mass release of 10 Chapters at the beginning of next month!]
Ophelia shuddered when Ethan’s hand fell upon the exposed tops of her huge breasts, the sudden touch sending a hot shiver crawling down her spine.
Strong fingers closed firmly over the pillowy flesh, the calloused skin of his palms sinking deep into the creamy expanse of her tits.
They weren’t pale and milky like Alice’s, but still pale, just carrying a natural, healthy golden hue, like honey diluted in cream.
Ophelia gasped softly, biting her lower lip before turning to face Ethan, her gaze locking with his.
She had already sensed his presence there, naturally.
As a third-stage shadow mage and a born spy, her senses never rested. They picked up every vibration in the surrounding environment like fine webs stretched throughout the mansion.
She just hadn’t expected him to be so... vigorous.
Well, after so many days by his side and having been bred in bed so many times, she really should have expected it.
"How are the girls doing?" Ethan asked, massaging her breasts firmly, his hands invading the tight white top, fingers trapped between the thin fabric and the ample flesh of her tits.
His fingers found her stiff pink nipples, pinching them firmly enough to draw a soft, breathy moan from Ophelia’s red lips.
The girls training in the center of the hall immediately sensed Ethan’s presence.
They rose in a flustered hurry, smoothing their uniforms and dipping into hasty curtsies.
Their cheeks flushed pink, and their breasts bounced softly beneath their tight tops with the rushed motion.
They had warmed Ethan’s bed together just the night before, yet the glances they exchanged revealed their desire to serve him once more today.
With a gentle wave, Ophelia motioned for them to return to their training and sighed, composing herself as best she could with Ethan’s hand still kneading her breast.
"They’re doing well. It took me a while to master the shadow realm too, but once I did, everything became much easier."
Her eyes followed the apprentices as they took their positions again.
"When they fully control it, they’ll be able to sense practically everything in the mansion, pass through walls, and even hear distant conversations without any auditory ability."
The maids made another attempt, and this time, under the watchful eyes of Ethan, their Lord and lover, they truly focused their minds.
They didn’t want to disappoint Miss Ophelia, but disappointing Ethan was unthinkable.
Their bodies shuddered and then vanished into a dense sea of shadows that spread across the floor like spilled ink before evaporating into nothing.
This time, they finally managed to take ten full steps, failing only when they broke their concentration to celebrate.
"Good girls." Ophelia smiled elegantly. "But this is only the beginning of your training."
She took a single step forward, and in the next instant, she stood ten meters away at the center of the hall.
The air rippled faintly behind her, the shadows under her feet still settling, as if she had never moved at all.
"When you fully master the shadow realm, you will be capable of anything. Of creating clothes for yourselves..."
As Ophelia’s voice dropped to a whisper, the clothes on her body dissolved, sinking into a sea of shadows that crawled hungrily across her skin.
The darkness reformed into an obscene black bodysuit, clinging to her like a liquid second skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
From the plump lips of her pussy, which formed a puffy bulge between her thighs along with her pubic mound, to the obscene curves of her enormous breasts and the stiff peaks of her pink nipples pressing against the dark fabric.
Every dip and contour of her body was perfectly outlined by the living shadow that hugged her flesh.
The moment she caught the gleam in the maids’ eyes and the bulge swelling in Ethan’s pants, Ophelia blushed softly.
She had made the fabric a little too thin, and a single glance from Ethan was enough to make it clear that he wanted to fuck her right there in that bodysuit.
The shadows receded like a retreating tide, restoring her ordinary clothes.
The tight black skirt hugged her full buttocks once more, while the white top sank back between her huge tits, burying itself in the creamy flesh and leaving the upper halves of her breasts exposed in an obscene cleavage.
’Ah... this is going to be a long night...’ Ophelia thought to herself, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
She wanted that huge cock inside her, but she also wanted to put up some resistance. Unfortunately, she could never keep up that facade for long.
Pushing the lewd thoughts aside, Ophelia continued. "And you’ll also be able to create weapons and control them at will."
She waved her hand elegantly, and in the next instant, the pen clipped in her hair flew toward her fingers.
It gained speed, doing a graceful somersault in the air before hovering obediently beside her.
With a subtle flick of her fingers, the pen reshaped itself, transforming into a Chinese hairpin that locked onto Ethan before shooting forward at full speed.
Well, it wasn’t aimed at him exactly, just at a point beside him.
Still, at Ophelia’s demonstration, Ethan drew his sword.
The elven blade sliced through the air with a piercing whine and collided with the hairpin in a metallic flash.
Sparks scattered in all directions, the sharp clang of the impact echoing through the hall. His feet skidded a single centimeter across the concrete floor before the hairpin dissolved into wisps of shadow that quickly faded into the air.
Even Ethan looked surprised at that power, the muscles in his arm still vibrating with the echo of the impact against his palm.
That was much stronger than he had imagined!
Just the thought of having all his maids carrying something so powerful filled Ethan’s heart with excitement.
Making Ophelia his wife had been the right choice.
The maids watched it all in awe, barely containing the excitement shining in their eyes.
"Keep training well. When you manage to stay constantly in the realm of shadows, I’ll start teaching you these more advanced things.
Remember, during the day, everything has shadows. At night, everything is a shadow."
The girls nodded enthusiastically at those words and soon returned to training, redoubling their efforts.
Sighing, Ophelia returned to Ethan’s side. He didn’t waste a single second.
Powerful hands seized her wide hips before sliding up, gliding over the curve of her thin waist and finally cupping one of her huge breasts from below, lifting its weight against his palm as his fingers sank into the soft, creamy flesh.
"Nghnn~ won’t you ever get tired of them? My lord..." she asked, blushing, her voice trembling between protest and invitation.
"No... and before your lord, I am your husband." Ethan leaned over Ophelia, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss as they left the hall together, heading toward his office.
Ophelia only blushed deeper.
It was strange.
For a few days now, she could no longer think of her son the same way.
Of course, she still remembered his face, but no longer with love.
It was as if she were thinking of some random acquaintance, as if all the love that had once filled her chest had been transferred, poured entirely into a single man.
Perhaps it wasn’t exactly that.
Her son was a cruel man.
She knew that.
He liked to see other people suffer. From his own people, he chose young women, abused them, cut off their limbs while they were still screaming.
He revelled in his victims’ despair.
Among the few golden lords he had killed, there was even a poor woman she had once known in real life.
Her son had ordered other soldiers to kill her so she would be reborn, and thus, he could torture her for as long as possible.
She had been so beautiful in life, but she died with her face disfigured by acid.
Ophelia had been blind to all of this because of her intense motherly love.
She believed it was her own fault, that her sweet son was merely a victim of her failures as a parent.
Many said a mother’s heart was blind.
She, as a mother, knew this well. Just as Ethan’s mother was blind to his title as Darkwall’s incomparable degenerate.
To both women, these were simply their sweet, innocent sons.
But now, this motherly love had vanished from her chest.
For the first time, Ophelia saw her son for what he truly was.
A monster.
She already knew that Ethan would not spare her son, and she would support that decision to the end.
Alistair deserved to die.
"You said you’d give me a child of our own... when?" she finally asked, a shyness that did not belong to such a mature woman taking hold of her voice.
Ethan paused mid-stride at the question, considering it for a moment before answering.
"Alice will bear my heir; we’ve already decided that. Once she becomes pregnant, if you want a child too, we can have one anytime."
Hearing that, Ophelia nodded and, after a moment’s hesitation, spoke again, this time her voice firming into a more serious tone.
"My son is impatient. On the first day of summer, the moment the snow begins to melt, he will begin his march.
He already has three thousand soldiers ready to march, and he wants to march with four thousand—far more than the Goldenveil guard and militia combined can muster... Are you ready for that?"
"Yes." Ethan nodded without hesitation. "Even if I didn’t have another two months to prepare, even if he were here tomorrow morning, I’m certain I can defeat him, even in open-field combat."
Hearing that, Ophelia nodded silently, some of the tension leaving her narrow shoulders.
By now, the two had already reached Ethan’s office.
Without waiting a single moment longer, they stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them.
"And what about Mireya’s mother—did you find out anything?" he asked, watching Ophelia with eyes shining with curiosity.
"Yes... But before the report, you’ll have to pay me for my services..." she replied, her clothes shifting once more, dissolving into shadows that flowed over her body before reorganizing themselves into something she was certain Ethan would love.