MTL - Logging Into The Desolated World 10000 Years Earlier - Chapter 12 012: Broken!

A captivating turn of events occurs when a charming new character, the wizard Shinji, becomes entwined with the destinies of Alvin, the brave young swordsman, Milis, the enchanting priestess, and Renka, the sultry ranger.

Together, they forge a bond that transcends mere camaraderie, evolving into the epitome of a flawless team.

Yet, hidden from Alvin's unsuspecting gaze, a scintillating secret simmers beneath the surface.

Behind closed doors, Shinji, Milis, and Renka succumb to the intoxicating dance of passion, plunging into a world of unbridled pleasure.

All the while, Alvin remains blissfully unaware of the forbidden desires that play out behind the curtain of their shared adventures.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Broken-hearted and drunk, Yoshida, a 26-years old salaryman, stumbled upon a runaway-from-home high-schooler on his way back from the bar.

“Hey, you. JK.”*

“What the heck are you doing out here. Go home already.”

“Uncle, let me stay at your place for the night.”

“You can do ‘that’ to me if you let me stay.”

“If you meant that as a joke, it’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking. It’s fine by me.”

“Then allow me to tell you that I have no interest in brats.”

“Hmm?”

“Then, just let me stay.”

Notes:

[*] JK is slang for Joushikousei (high school girl)