Eternal Master: Path to Godlike Status-Chapter 28: Her Trap Part 1
"Come with me." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
She didn’t even consider that he might kill her. Her confidence was even more impressive than her unstable personality.
Or maybe she knew that, to Rain, killing her in such a cheap way was beneath an immortal. And she was completely right.
The transition from the cold, damp chamber to her quarters was jarring. The air here was heavy with the scent of expensive oils.
It was a room designed for a person with authority—spacious, lined with mahogany bookshelves. Every piece of furniture looked like it cost a commoner’s lifetime of wages.
She tossed him onto the huge bed, the furs beneath him soft and warm. Alicia crawled over him, like a predator in all fours.
"I really like your smell," she whispered, a shudder of genuine delight running through her small body. "You still reek of blood. It’s the scent of death. I like it." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Rain felt the Veil of Gluttony ripple under his skin. The black liquid of his jacket hummed, sensing her proximity, perhaps even tempted to feed on the very woman who had shackled it to him.
He didn’t lift his arms to embrace her, nor did he push her off.
"Is this part of the contract, Alicia? Or just another one of your weird fetish?"
She laughed against his throat, the sound muffled by his collar.
"Does it matter? In this room, there is no Church. No walls. Only the things I want to take. I want to taste. I want inside me."
She bit down—not enough to draw blood, but enough to feel the pulse of his regeneration working beneath the surface.
"Stay still," she commanded, her eyes flashing with a manic, white light. "I want to see how long it takes for your heart to beat for something other than survival."
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her lips found the sensitive line of his jaw, trailing fire toward his ear.
The Veil receded with a wet, slithering sound, liquefying and drawing back until it settled as a heavy, obsidian-dark band around his wrist.
Rain’s torso was a map of perfection—hard, knotted muscle and skin that looked as though it had been forged rather than born.
His abs were deep-set and defined, twitching slightly as his internal regeneration finished knitting together.
Her hands, pale and trembling with greed, landed on his stomach. Her fingertips traced the sharp lines of his abdomen.
"The Church calls the body a temple," she murmured. "But this... this is a fortress."
She leaned down, her hair spilling over his chest like a silken curtain, blocking out the light
"You’re so warm... I don’t know why, but I’m drawn to you in so many ways. Tell me, Rain—do you feel the same?"
"No. Do you really think I’d be attracted to a psychopath like you?"
She shifted, her weight settling firmly over his chest, her knees pinning his arms as she loomed over him like a beautiful, starving wraith.
"I don’t care if you like me or not. I own you."
She kissed him then—hard, demanding, and tasting of the copper from her own lip. Her tongue traced the line of his teeth, her hands sliding down to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into the hard, basalt-like muscle of his shoulder.
Rain’s body reacted before his mind could.
It wasn’t just heat; it was a physical invasion. Every nerve ending, usually dulled by years of trauma and the constant regeneration, was suddenly screaming.
It was as if his blood had been turned into energy, a searing, unimaginable pleasure that threatened to shatter his composure.
He gasped, his vision blurring as the light of Alicia’s eyes seemed to expand, filling the room.
"What did you...?" He tried to shove her off, but his muscles felt both hyper-sensitive and strangely trapped in a tidal wave of sensation he couldn’t control.
"Don’t worry about it," she cooed, her fingers tracing the frantic pulse in his neck. "I just injected you with my own original holy power."
"Normally, it would kill anyone from the purification," she continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction
"The light would simply burn their veins to ash. But it has a different effect on someone like you. Your regeneration is trying to heal the ’damage’ of the holiness."
She bit the lobe of his ear, her hand sliding down to the iron-hard ridges of his stomach, which were twitching uncontrollably under her touch.
"I have to do this much because you’re already numb to a lot of things, Rain. You’re a hollowed-out. I needed to remind you that you’re still alive... and that I’m the one who makes you feel it."
Rain’s head fell back against the pillows, his jaw clenched so hard it bled.
The "purification" was a storm inside him, turning his own legendary endurance into a trap.
"You’re insane for using holy power this way.," he spat out.
"Call me whatever you want. But right now, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. I’ll make you crave it... and soon, you’ll be begging for me."
Rain was both annoyed and, at the same time, curious. She was so confident in her power that she even dared to reveal the whole plan.
But he got to admit—the pleasure he was feeling now far surpassed anything he ever experienced.
That, perhaps, was the most dangerous thing about her.
