Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 88: Promise

The feeling of her lips was addicting. Before, Zaroth could only imagine it, but right now, he was experiencing the real deal.

The bodies of both him and Elysia were tightly pressed together. She had her hands behind his head, while he had his on her waist. Find more to read at novelbuddy

Each second that passed, it seemed as if both of them were pressing tighter against one another.

Zaroth’s blood ran hot as his hands began to slowly go downward.

’Just a little piece of cloth is all that separates me from her,’ he thought.

Or more accurately, ’thought’ was a strong word, as he felt like he wasn’t able to think straight anymore—he was just acting on instinct.

As his hands reached her bottom, he felt their softness as he slowly pushed her even tighter against his member.

This was it. Today was the day. Or so it seemed, but sadly the world didn’t work that way.

After what felt like eternity… one very short one, Elysia pulled away.

Zaroth cursed his reality as his body wasn’t pressed tight against Elysia nor was he feeling her lips anymore.

Seeing his stunned expression, Elysia grinned as she placed her index finger against his lips and leaned in close as she whispered next to his ear.

"This is just a first date. What? Did you expect that we would go all the way?"

Her voice carried a sense of maturity, it was so alluring that Zaroth’s blood ran even hotter.

’How the hell do you not lose your composure at a moment like this?!’

It was clear that Elysia was playing with him… wait, maybe she wasn’t? If she was, it wouldn’t make sense, as her kiss felt too genuine to be fake. Had she enjoyed it, perhaps?

He was about to speak, but—

"Look at the time," she interrupted his thoughts.

He did just that and saw that the time was 00:00. The prolonged hour that Elysia had agreed on had ended.

The date was over.

"Then… when can we continue from where we left off?" he spoke, trying to hide his raging emotions.

"I am a busy woman, Zaroth. I work a lot. But… if my enemies’ plans got screwed… for instance, rather than his lackey winning the tournament, my man did instead… then I might have enough free time to fit another date or two," Elysia spoke as she moved her finger from his lips towards his chest, where his heart was beating wildly.

Zaroth wasn’t an idiot, he was able to see that Elysia was clearly trying to use him.

But he couldn’t help but curse himself as he realized that he was actually this stupid and was going to fall for her provocation.

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But at the same time, wasn’t this good news? Looking at the way she was acting, it was like she was telling him indirectly that, should he win the tournament, she was going to sleep with him.

If that was the case, he wouldn’t even need to use the wish she was going to grant him should he win, as she basically said that it would happen.

She got a taste of him, she wanted him. This was the conclusion Zaroth came to. And feeling his hot blood, it was clear that his body felt the same way.

Even if he knew it wasn’t a good idea, he got a taste of Elysia, and he immediately knew that he would not be satisfied with just a taste. He wanted more—much, much more.

Before he could even respond, she was already gone.

It seemed that she really was busy as she couldn’t even spare the time to say goodbye.

Zaroth clenched his fists tightly.

The frustration he was feeling, he was planning to unleash on his next opponent in the tournament.

He started walking back to his apartment as he muttered in frustration.

"This tournament couldn’t come any sooner!"

*****

Zaroth was sitting at the front as he had yesterday, though this time, however, his friends had joined him.

All of them were looking at Zaroth with curiosity in their eyes.

"Well?" Lily asked, unable to contain her excitement.

Zaroth sighed as he spoke, "I think the date went well."

"Think? What exactly happened?" Roran asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Wait, what do you even need to happen to consider the date a success?" Zack asked, joining in.

"I mean, we didn’t sleep together," Zaroth said.

Zack immediately began to laugh as he clutched his stomach. "Of course you wouldn’t—it’s the first date!"

"At least you didn’t make a fool out of yourself, did you?" Lily asked.

"I don’t think so, though we did only kiss."

Zack’s laughter abruptly stopped, and he stared at Zaroth with wide eyes.

"Wait, you… are you joking? You kissed her?!" Zack asked in disbelief.

Roran’s eyes narrowed. "So that means she wasn’t playing with him and actually gave him a chance…" he muttered under his breath.

Lily placed her hand on Zaroth’s shoulder as she spoke, "Zaroth, if that’s true, then that means the date went perfectly!" she proclaimed.

He scratched the back of his head. "Well, if you say so."

Roran sighed as his lips curved into a smile and his blue eyes shined brightly. "This calls for a celebration! There’s no way we’re not getting hammered now!"

Lily was about to complain, but before she could, their chatter was cut short as the time for the first lecture had arrived, and Elysia entered the room.

The atmosphere grew grim around the lecture room, and suddenly every student was on edge—with the exception of Zaroth.

"Good morning, class. Today we will talk about possible ways to make money with your magic—"

Elysia began the lecture without further delay, as usual.

Just because Zaroth had made a little progress didn’t mean that their relationship was going to change overnight.

*****

A few days passed with nothing eventful happening. Zaroth simply attended the lectures, studied as much as he could, and then trained his body when he fought against his friends.

At night, when he got home, he would summon Luna and the other wolves and feel his mana core grow stronger as it slowly increased its strength. Because he was multitasking, he was also meditating, connecting sparks to his mana core.

Silverfang was still evolving—or at least that was what Zaroth believed, as he was unable to summon him.

’Well, if he’s going to evolve for so long, I guess he’ll just become that much stronger,’ he thought inwardly.

Finally, one night, while he was busy meditating, his bracelet shone as he received a message.

The next match he was going to participate in was tomorrow.

Deciding to save his strength, Zaroth went to sleep early.

The next day, he prepared everything as he approached the arena where the fight was scheduled to take place.

His opponent was a tall woman who seemed older than him—most likely a third-year student.

Zaroth tightened the grip on his spear as his eyes narrowed. He was going to vent his frustration against his opponent.

"And without any further ado, let the battle begin!" the observer and the announcer spoke in unison as both of the challengers charged at one another.

The audience that was larger than in the second round cheered as the two challengers faced one another.

The third round had begun.