Infinite Dimension Physique: Rise of The Lustful Devil-Chapter 220: The life of an honest Emperor and Ophelia’s surrender
The Elders dispersed after this little skirmish. Rahu returned to his throne and lowered himself onto it.
Ophelia stood there with her head down, her body trembling. She couldn’t believe how her body had betrayed her.
Looking down at the small pool beneath her, intense shame took over her. Not in a thousand years, she thought her body could be like this.
"Come here"
Rahu’s calm voice echoed throughout the entire hall, hearing his voice. Her body trembled further.
With slow, wobbly steps, she stood up, her head still facing the ground. She stepped towards him, one of her huge racks was hanging free, swinging with each step.
Without a second thought, she lowered herself onto his lap with her head bent in submission.
"You are bound to me now, whether bodily or existentially. If you want to go even beyond your current level. Only I can make it possible, so this is the last time I’m giving you a choice. I do not prefer a broken woman."
There was no way he was going to let go of this woman; she was far too valuable and intelligent for that.
Instead, this was a choice and a bit of psychological pressure. Threatening or blackmail won’t work on this old monster.
The only reason she accepted his orchid was because of her mother’s condition and her past wrongdoings.
Ophelia closed her eyes for a moment; her body was still sensitive from earlier orgasms.
A second later, she slowly opened them. Looking into his eyes, her silver irises shone in clarity.
"I have seen many things in my entire life, many heavenly geniuses, once-in-a-lifetime prodigies, kings, emperors... everything. They were all mighty and overpowered through and through, but...none of them ever even came close to your shoes." She took a deep breath and slowly slid off his lap.
"From this moment onward...you, Rahu, are my sole Emperor."
There was no reluctance in her voice—only acceptance.
Her knees met the floor without hesitation. She lowered herself completely, her head bowing until her forehead touched his toes.
Her lips slowly parted, stretching out her long tongue; she licked his foot like a dog.
Her silver hair spilled around her like a veil of submission and surrender.
"Though this heart of mine is old...and worn out by time. It now belongs to you. This body and this existence...In return, I ask one single thing..."
As those words left her mouth, she withdrew her tongue.
"My mother...I want her with me as soon as possible."
Rahu looked at her calmly.
"Granted"
Waving his hand, a red seed materialized in his palm. Ophelia’s breath hitched as a tremor ran down her spine.
"M-Mother!?"
In a second, a whitish-blue light escaped from the tip of his fingers. The light was the definition of purity.
Yes, they were the souls. The souls he had devoured. Although it could be considered a waste in normal circumstances. At this moment, it was not.
Ophelia had thoroughly accepted him, and if he falters or hesitates right now...How could he be called Rahu?
The souls from him continued to flow, tens, hundreds, thousands... a hundred thousand.
The seed sucked everything like a greedy goblin. Finally, after an hour or so, the seed stopped absorbing.
And in front of Rahu’s and Ophelia’s wondrous gaze. The seed slowly cracked!
The cracks grew by the second, larger and larger with each second.
After a few seconds, it suddenly cracked open and expanded!
"W-What!?" Ophelia stammered when she saw what the seed had become.
Even Rahu widened his eyes ever so slightly when he saw this. The seed had become a cocoon!
A blood red cocoon.
Badump Badump
Suddenly, a heartbeat echoed throughout the room.
"T-That’s my mother’s aura!!!"
Ophelia jumped back, her eyes widened as she rushed towards the cocoon. Just as she was about to close in.
"Halt"
Her body froze; she tried to move using all her strength. But it was of no use.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" She roared at him from the back, with veins snapping all over her forehead.
Seeing this, Rahu chuckled. "Woman, the cocoon is entirely made of soul energy. Calm your wrathful ass for a moment and feel it."
The moment she heard those words, she snapped her head back at this coccone. This time, she focused her senses deeper into it.
And the result she found out was nothing short of incredulous...As Rahu said, the cocoon was really made up of soul energy!
"The moment you touch it, the cocoon will be destroyed. That’s it, you can move now."
"...Uh, I-I...Ghosh, this is so embarrassing." Her entire neck turned beet red in embarrassment. Even her ears turned slightly red when she saw the amused look on his face.
Her earlier outburst, although understandable...it was still embarrassing how a woman of her age had behaved.
She dared not look at his face as she slowly approached him. Straddling him, she lowered herself and rested her head against his chest.
Inhaling his scent deeply.
Her hourglass body slowly relaxed against him. Rahu didn’t say anything. Just watched her actions curiously.
Ophelia buried her nose further and aligned her ears straight at his heart.
Badump. Badump
The heartbeats of the cocoon and Rah’s overlapped in her ears; each pulse carried a familiar aura that she had longed for.
"Finally...mother...I could see you," she whispered, a faint, relieved smile appearing on her face.
She tightened her hold around him. This man...this abnormal existence had done what even she, with all power and knowledge, could not.
Today, her pride was broken and replaced by obedience; her arrogance was crushed by his mighty dragon.
But now, none of it mattered at this moment. Ophelia’s eyes slowly blurred, and as she rested more fully against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and pulse of the cocoon once again overlap...creating an odd harmony.
It was strange, because. One represented her future while the other...her past.
And for the first time in centuries, Ophelia closed her eyes and...fell asleep in an embrace.
Rahu didn’t move or do anything to disturb her. He just lay quietly there, a large jug materialised in his palm.
"Ah, how sorrowful. Such is the life of an honest emperor."
