Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 309: Seraphyne’s sons
Thaurion stepped out of the hover car, his aura rolling off him in waves that made the air itself feel heavy. His eyes gleamed with curiosity. For years Jian Ci had played the weak son, hiding his claws, pretending to be submissive just like his brother. And now, suddenly, he had shown his tail.
What was it about Yu Xi, Thaurion wondered, that made him go berserk? That made him dare commit treason and attack me?
The thought amused him. He had been searching for an excuse to rid himself of Seraphyne’s sons for a long time. They were thorns in his side, reminders of his past sins, and they gave him sleepless nights because of what he had done to their mother. Now Jian Ci had handed him the perfect reason.
He was in an excellent mood. He strode into the palace, the attendant rushing forward to remove his ceremonial cloak. "Where is he?" Thaurion asked, his voice low and commanding. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"In the lounge, your majesty," the attendant replied.
Thaurion’s gaze sharpened. "Where has he been in the palace?"
"I did show him around," the attendant said nervously, "and... he has seen your secret room."
Thaurion’s lips curled into a smirk. "Leave us."
"Yes, your majesty." The attendant bowed and scurried away.
Thaurion entered the lounge, his steps deliberate. Yu Xi sat on the couch, gazing out the window with a calmness that seemed almost insolent. He was relaxed and unbothered, as if he were the master of this palace instead of the guest. Thaurion approached, placing his hand on the backrest of the couch, his fingers hovering dangerously close to Yu Xi’s neck. But before he could touch him, Yu Xi rose smoothly, bowing with respectful precision. "Your majesty."
Thaurion smiled, amused. "No need to be formal."
He moved to the tray of liquor, pouring himself a glass with unhurried grace. The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it, his gaze never leaving Yu Xi. "I am pretty sure you know why I called you here."
Yu Xi’s voice was calm and steady as he replied, "I have some idea."
Thaurion chuckled, finding his honesty refreshing. Most espers begged, pleaded and tried to bargain when they realized his plans for them. But Yu Xi stood there, composed and unflinching. It intrigued him.
Thaurion’s eyes narrowed as he handed Yu Xi the glass, his voice low and probing. "You are too calm... Is it that you are hoping Jian Ci will come and save you?"
Yu Xi clenched his jaw, refusing to answer. His silence was deliberate, a shield against the venom in Thaurion’s words.
Thaurion sat down, swirling the liquor before taking a slow sip. The burn of it seemed to fuel his thoughts. "You know, for years I tried to get that boy into my palace. But his brother was always so... overly protective." He stared into the crystal glass, his tone almost nostalgic, though laced with malice. "Do you know the reason he gave me? He said Jian Ci was sick. That he couldn’t come."
Yu Xi’s gaze lifted, meeting Thaurion’s. Their eyes locked, a silent clash of wills.
Thaurion pointed at him, his voice rising with sudden intensity. "But for you... for you, he burst into my palace. Why is that?"
Yu Xi swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He knew Jian Ci could be impulsive, but not this impulsive. Not reckless enough to storm the imperial palace itself.
"Why?" Thaurion’s voice thundered, his aura pressing down like a storm. "Why would the tenth prince dare go against me?"
He stood abruptly, draining the rest of the liquor in one swallow. His eyes gleamed with dangerous curiosity. "What could you possibly have on him that he would risk everything?"
In a flash, Thaurion’s hand shot out, clamping tightly around Yu Xi’s neck. He slammed him against the wall, the impact reverberating through the room. His grip tightened, his face inches away, his voice a hiss. "Tell me... is he the one you have a mandated blood oath with? Is that why?"
Yu Xi should have been gasping, should have been in distress. But instead, his lips curved into a smile that was eerily calm and unsettling. His eyes glinted with defiance as he whispered, "No... I am his bitch."
Thaurion’s brows furrowed at Yu Xi’s words, the crude declaration twisting in his mind. His bitch? The insolence was baffling, but more than that, it was infuriating. His anger rose, but so too did the primal urge to conquer, to dominate, to crush this defiance beneath his heel.
In that moment of distraction, Yu Xi’s power surged. A swell of green energy bloomed from his core, humming with life, vibrating with the pulse of nature itself. It condensed into a spear of vined force, lashing forward with a roar.
Thaurion reacted instantly, raising a shield that shimmered with silver threads of energy. The collision was deafening, a sound like glass shattering underwater. The walls quivered, chandeliers trembled in their mounts, and dust motes scattered wildly, fleeing the storm of power.
Yu Xi pressed harder, the emerald cyclone within him spiraling outward, hungry, relentless. His aura surged against the shield, vines twisting and snapping like living serpents, determined to push back the trap of the palace that sought to cage him.
The imperial guards ran in ti defend the Imperial Lord. Thaurion’s lips curled into a slow, cruel smile. He dismissed the guards with a flick of his hand, their bodies recoiling as if struck by invisible nettles. The room was theirs alone now.
He stepped forward, the edge of his jacket catching the light, spilling gold across the polished floor. With deliberate ease, he shrugged out of the garment, tossing it aside as though discarding a costume.
The air thickened as gold and heat bled from his aura, spawning into a storm that crackled along the edges of the room. The psychic blaze shimmered like a halo, licking at the walls, bending the air itself.
Yu Xi’s vines writhed, his cyclone roaring louder, but Thaurion’s storm answered in kind, golden arcs snapping like lightning, heat pressing down like the breath of a furnace.
