Chapter 55 - Character Demands, Author Bestows

But she didn’t move away.

Her thighs pressed together under the sheets.

Her nipples stiffened under his touch, even bound.

Her body said something her mouth refused to voice.

And Vex smirked—his eyes dark, golden, hungry as a beast that already knew the answer.

"You asked," he said, voice thick with desire. "You said you weren’t better than her, didn’t you?"

His thumb dragged slowly over the hidden nipple, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles—feeling it pebble harder, poking stubbornly through the cloth wraps and cotton like it wanted to breathe, to be known.

"Do you even know what makes a woman better, Maira?"

His hand squeezed—possessive. Claiming.

The breast pushed back, flesh pressing against his fingers like dough swelling against constraint—lush, resilient, curved like a hidden blade beneath silk armor.

It wasn’t just size—it was structure. A kind of plump mass that held shape even when pressed, as if her very body refused to yield completely.

"You think it’s crowns? Bloodlines? Fancy titles? Fuck that."

His other hand slid up her waist. Rough fingertips over her side. Exploring the dips of her ribs, the subtle tremble of her belly as he leaned in closer.

She felt caged by his heat. Surrounded—due to his words, her heart was thumping and due to his hands, her body.

"You’re the best woman a man could have," he growled near her ear. "Because you’re real."

His breath scorched her.

"You cry and still care. You hurt and still try to console. You let me hold you like this even after saying you are undeserving."

His fingers slipped under the sheet now—flesh on flesh—until his palm made direct contact.

And then he froze again.

Because what met his touch wasn’t just soft.

It was lush silk over molten weight—the kind of voluptuous firmness sculptors never got right. Her breast fell into his hand with a slowness that betrayed its size, wrapped tightly by the remnants of the inner cloth now loosened by his intrusion, and yet still managing to resist him with gravity-defying perk.

A broad underside that curved up like a proud arc before narrowing to a slope crowned with a nipple hard enough to throb.

His thumb rolled it—slow, savoring.

She whimpered.

Not resisting.

Not anymore.

"You’re soft in all the places that matter," he whispered. "And your heart..."

He kissed her nape—slow, wet, lingering.

"...your heart’s stronger than you’ll ever k—"

BAM!!

The door exploded open like it had been kicked by the gods.

Vex froze.

Time stilled.

And there—standing in the doorway—stood a demoness wrapped in fury, her green hair coiling through the air like serpents, alive with rage, framing her face like Medusa.

Her eyes blazed green, glowing with unholy wrath, and from her mouth, breath steamed out like fog rising from a battlefield.

Behind her stood another—a blonde, expressionless woman, arms crossed, cold eyes fixed on the bed, letting out that green light surrounding the first one—the green one—who spoke first.

"YOU... PERVERTED... MONKEY!!"

Vex blinked once. Twice. A slow, almost sheepish glance downward following Mirea’s line of sight—

For Mirea, what she saw made her jaw clench.

Her sister—Maira—half-covered by the sheets, breath ragged, lips parted, cheeks flushed crimson, and eyes glassy with tears.

And beside her... that bastard.

Lying like a smug beast, Vex’s hand was still firmly pressed against Maira’s bare breast—his body half-draped over her like he’d been claiming her in slow motion.

"W-wait." Vex tried to explain but his hand still buried under the sheet, still cupping the bare curve of Maira’s breast—tightened his grip.

"Aahh!"

’...Huh?’

For Vex, that was not just a moan, but a signal for his execution.

His hand jerked back like he touched fire, and Maira gasped—her body tensing with a shiver, tears threatening her eyes.

Her hand clutched the sheet over her chest too late—too late. She looked up, face flushed with shame, lips trembling, her eyes wide with panic, betrayal... and something rawer. Deeper.

Mirea’s pupils narrowed like a viper’s.

Her foot stepped forward.

Then another.

The ground shook with promise.

"You filthy, groping son of a—!!"

"NOPE!" Vex yelped, already flipping off the bed like a startled wolf.

He hit the floor on all fours—actually on all fours, the sheet trailing behind him like a cape as he bolted, bare-chested and barefoot, sprinting for the window like it owed him rent money.

"GET BACK HERE!!"

Mirea tore after him, eyes burning, hands balled into fists.

But Vex was already at the window, throwing himself through the open frame with animal grace, tumbling once mid-air before gripping a beam and twisting—landing in a crouch, dirt kicking up around his boots.

He looked up.

Mirea stood at the window now—a wrathful demon, eyes glowing, lips pulled back in a snarl. She stared down at him like she’d carve his soul with her bare hands.

And above, inside, Maira sat frozen—still clutching the sheets to her chest, her cheeks wet now, teary, her gaze locked on Vex’s retreating back with a cocktail of emotions as she realized that due to her, a misunderstanding occurred.

"YOU’RE DEAD, MONKEY! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!!"

Vex brushed dirt off his arms.

Smirked.

"Wait for the day you call this monkey your brother-in-law," he said, throwing her a lazy two-finger salute.

Mirea’s whole face twitched.

Something dark and fuzzy jumped from the window ledge.

A sleek black cat, violet-eyed, landed on Vex’s shoulder with perfect timing.

He fed it a thin strip of dried meat without breaking stride, turned on his heel, and began to walk away with the swagger of a man who just pissed off the Fates and was proud of it.

The cat purred louder.

"KEEP WALKING, YOU DAMNED BEAST!!"

"Already am~" he whistled with his hand tucked in his pocket, while leaving said, "Just saying, but in anger you look more beautiful, haha."

"Y-YOU—!"

As Vex distanced himself, he just heard a flustered, stammering voice clearly, knowing that he just caught her off guard.

While moving, he inhaled the fresh air mixed with a sight of three women around him, making him realize that this world was not that bland either.

’Hey, Author, stop sending women like some R-18 genre, I need a rush of action not fan service...’

"Arrest that man!"

’Huh?’

Several soldiers stormed into view, their polished spears leveled in unison with ruthless precision. Armor clanked. Boots thundered.

And Vex?

He just blinked.

Still adjusting his shirt as he stepped from the dirt path back into the clearing, he barely had time to sigh before—

CLANG!!

The spears slammed against an invisible dome—an emerald ripple of energy pulsing outwards as the barrier instinctively activated.

A few soldiers staggered back from the force, eyes wide. Their metal armors clearly recoiled with a sound as they stopped at a distance, looking with sharp gazes towards the dome.

Vex glanced down at himself.

"...The hell?"

He held up his hand, flexing his fingers. The green aura shimmered faintly—alive, breathing with his pulse.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Young Master Liren!" one of them shouted, voice crackling with hatred.

Vex’s brows scrunched, head tilting slightly.

"...Who?"

And then it clicked.

The beach.

That bastard with the roving hands and smug mouth. Vex remembered the punch. The satisfying crack of Liren’s ribs. The way the guy had dropped, groaning in the sand like a kicked hog.

But... death?

"No way," Vex muttered, narrowing his golden eyes. "I didn’t hit him that hard."

He had specifically held back. He knew his own strength. That guy had gone limp—but not lifeless.

There was something wrong here.

Suspicion curled inside him like smoke.

"You sure he’s dead?" Vex asked, voice casual but sharp. "Or did someone just want him to be?"

The soldiers didn’t answer.

Instead, they lunged again. Spears scraped against the emerald dome like toothpicks against stone—utterly useless. The shield didn’t so much as shimmer from the impact.

Vex’s hand rested on his hip, unfazed.

"I’d like to speak to someone with more than just pretty armor and a death wish," he said flatly. "Get me your superior."

As if summoned by those very words, heavy footsteps approached.

CLINK—CLANK—CLINK

A towering figure strode through the line of soldiers.

He wore black gauntlets—scuffed, brutal things with deep ridges and bloodstains that hadn’t been fully washed off. His body was corded with thick muscle, his bare arms covered in faded scars.

He stopped.

Knuckles cracked.

A slow, deliberate sound like tree limbs being bent by a storm.

Then, in a gravel-hard voice laced with violence, he said:

"Come out now, you murderer."

His eyes were cold steel. Unforgiving.

"Before I kill you... after I break that shield."

Vex stared at him.

Then looked down at the translucent dome still humming around his body.

Then back at the gauntlet-wearing freakshow.

A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"...Oh?"

Behind him, the black cat on his shoulder yawned lazily.

"Looks like action finally came," Vex muttered to himself, rolling his neck with a soft crack. His lips curved further. "About fucking time."