Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 267: Caring for Her

Third Person POV

When Virelle noticed his silence, she began to panic slightly as she feared that he might be disappointed in her for not being able to conceive, or that he blamed her for not being able to give him a child.

Sensing her trembling shoulders, Ethan's brow furrowed slightly, but it didn't take him long to understand what was troubling her.

"Ah, what are you worrying about, Virelle?

I am not angry or upset about this.

On the contrary, I am actually relieved that we will not have to raise a child in such a time."

Upon hearing his words, she looked up at his face and suddenly began to cry as she whispered in a pained and trembling voice,

"You don't want me to give you a child? You don't love me, Brother Ethan? Or do you think a child would just be a burden?

Are you going to leave me now—now that I am not desirable to you anymore?"

Her sobs grew heavier and Ethan stared at her in stunned silence as he wondered how his sharp, composed, and intelligent Virelle had suddenly turned into an emotional and irrational woman who couldn't seem to grasp the meaning behind his words.

But then, as the image of their shared enemy, the immense threat that was the Empire of the Abyssal Dominion flashed through his mind and he finally understood where her fears were coming from.

Even so, he couldn't help but think,

It must be true what they say—that a woman's intelligence takes a back seat when love and emotions are involved.

I always assumed it was just a baseless saying, but now I see even her brilliant mind and calm reasoning have been overwhelmed by this emotional storm.

He pulled her into a firm embrace and holding her close to his chest, he felt her body trembling against him.

Feeling this, he realized she was especially fragile both mentally and physically because of their first time together.

He couldn't help but mock himself a little for not having been gentler with the woman who had just entrusted him with the most precious part of herself.

"I didn't mean it like that, Virelle.

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You know me, I would never leave you.

It's just that we are still too young and we are about to join an academy.

You getting pregnant now and trying to raise a child, especially one we are not yet strong enough to protect would be nothing short of reckless.

If we truly intend to defeat and wipe out the royal family of Malakar, we need to be strategic and careful.

Every move we make has to be thought through with absolute precision and caution.

And what do you think your father, the Crimson Deluge Duke would say if he found out his daughter gave birth to a child out of wedlock, and with some unknown man he has never even met?

We can't afford to make such life-altering decisions so impulsively.

Both your family and the royal family of Malakar are our enemies, and neither of them are simple and weak goblin tribes that we can easily crush."

Understanding slowly dawned on her face and a mixture of realization and awareness of how extreme her reaction had been.

She glanced down and started to twirl her thumbs as she whispered nervously,

"I'm sorry, Brother Ethan. My reaction was... too much and kind of weird."

Ethan couldn't help but laugh this time though his amusement only deepened her embarrassment.

With a warm smile, he pulled her into a gentle hug and said in an affectionate and teasing tone,

"How could I ever feel bad about what you said, Virelle?

You just gave me the most precious gift a woman can offer a man, so why would I be upset or saddened by something so small?"

She gave a silent nod and he could sense both her happiness and her lingering embarrassment.

The soft flush on her cheeks and the shy way she avoided his gaze spoke volumes.

Over the next fifteen minutes or so, they bathed and cleaned themselves together.

Though, in truth, it was mostly Ethan bathing Virelle.

At first, she protested and her cheeks burned but he insisted, and seeing the quiet determination in his eyes, she eventually relented.

Under the cascading warmth of the shower, he gently guided her to raise her arms and with practiced care, he began cleaning her and applying the special rose-scented shampoo that had been stocked in the bathroom.

Ethan was clearly surprised when he discovered that the bathing product seemed to be imported from the Human realm, specifically, the Dark Star Continent.

He brought it close to his nose and inhaled its scent curiously.

He immediately noticed the rich blend of floral essences and natural fragrances.

It seemed to be crafted much like fine wine and he could tell that it was infused and aged with care.

Of course, that was only his assumption.

This so-called body bath liquid didn't create any foam but it left behind a lasting and soothing fragrance on the skin.

As he bathed her, Ethan's touch became a silent caress as she started mapping every inch of her.

He started from the graceful curve of her neck to the soft flow of her golden hair, her pale and smooth arms, her silky armpits, the gentle rise of her perfect teardrop shaped breasts, the dip of her slim and flat waist, and finally, her most delicate place—her pussy.

He gently cleaned her there with reverent care but his brows knit together when he saw its condition.

It was flushed red and slightly swollen but he let out a soft sigh of relief upon realizing that it wasn't bruised too badly and was just a little tender from experiencing its first night of passion.

As he knelt before her and tenderly cleaned her there, Virelle gazed down at him and her heart fluttered.

Virelle watched him as he knelt before her and gently tended to her with hands that moved like whispers.