Chapter 4903  Bullying Zenova (R-18)

Davis's smile deepened, his sapphire eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made Zenova's breath hitch.

He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her lips, sending shivers cascading down her spine. Her body, usually a fortress of unyielding pride, betrayed her now, unwilling to listen as her heart thundered as a storm in her chest, and a heat bloomed between her thighs that she couldn't ignore.

It made her feel limp and panicked.

"Good," Davis murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

One hand slid up her arm, fingers tracing the elegant curve of her shoulder before tangling in her silken black hair. He tilted her head back slightly, exposing the graceful line of her neck, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there, his lips lingering as if savoring her pulse.

Zenova's hands instinctively clutched at his robes, her nails digging in as a soft gasp escaped her, "Davis... you... ah~"

Her words dissolved into a whimper when his teeth grazed her skin, not hard enough to mark, but enough to ignite a fire that spread through her veins. She arched beneath him, her body pressing against his solid frame, feeling the thick evidence of his desire hard against her thigh.

He chuckled softly against her neck, the sound wicked and knowing, "What's this? The mighty Zenova Artoria, who kidnapped, hounded, and seduced the Divine Emperor of Death, reduced to whispers and tremors? I thought you'd fight me more."

His free hand roamed down her side, fingers skilfully undoing the ties of her sash binding her robe, parting the multiple layers of fabric to reveal the creamy expanse of her skin. The cool air of the mansion kissed her exposed flesh, but it was his touch that made her burn and tremble, exploring the swell of her big breasts with a possessiveness that made her core clench.

"Wha- What are you even saying?" Zenova breathed heavily, unable to understand the provocation.

Why was he being mean to her suddenly? Was this how he bedded his harem?

Her eyes fluttered shut as his thumb circled her nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak. A moan slipped from her lips, unreal and raw, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle it. But Davis wasn't having any of that as he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to claim her, tasting the delight of her moans filled with surrender.

"You're beyond lovely, Zenova. I never knew you could be this feminine…"

His hands roamed over her bare, big breasts as he fondled them, squeezing and kneading the soft mounds with a passion that made Zenova's cheeks flush deeper. His kisses rained as he slowly got rid of her resistance.

She even started kissing him back fiercely, her hands yanking at his clothes, desperate to feel his warmth against hers. His heat seemed to have gotten to her, finally causing Davis to part from her lips.

A string of saliva remained on their lips.

Davis licked his lips before plunging once more give her a plump, devouring kiss. They had already kissed a lot of times, and he was practically using his skillful tongue to fish her tongue out to invite her to a passionate dance. He truly couldn't have enough of her. She tasted just as he imagined- truly imperial. He couldn't describe it as anything but such other than the fruity taste of the lip balm she used.

After delightfully ravaging her lips again, he moved back and sat beside her, leaving Zenova gasping for breath while her eyes seemed cloudy. He turned to look at her, and his eyes fell over her wonderful breasts that rose high and low with her breathing, forming an entrancing scene in his vision. They heaved with each ragged breath she took, perfectly rounded and inviting under his gaze.

The fact that he didn't fully undress her also made for an erotic scene.

Without saying anything, he retied his robe and walked away.

Zenova slowly came back to herself. She thought he would be gentlemanly, but it seemed like she had made some miscalculation, not that she minded the passion. However, where did he go?

She sat up as her robe slid ever so lightly, revealing her arching curves. Her figure was truly that of a goddess, but her gaze was that of a lost lamb, looking for him, only to find herself all alone in the bedroom. She bit her lips, not sure what was going on.

Did Myria interfere through their soul link? Her first thought was to suspect other harem members, her so-called sisters.

Afraid to use her senses, since if someone locked onto her, they might see her half-naked, she redressed herself and walked out of the bedroom.

She slowly walked in the corridor, unable to believe she was brought here by Davis so soon when it seemed like a few seconds. When she reached the hall in thirty seconds, she saw him casually seated on a luxurious couch as he drank some tea.

"Oh, Zenova, you're here."

Davis took what seemed to be a final sip before he stood up and approached her with a gentle smile.

Zenova inquisitively looked at him, wondering what interrupted them when he stood before her and wordlessly began giving her a kiss.

"You-"

Zenova tried to push him away angrily, but Davis again wordlessly kissed her, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that stole her breath, his hands cupping her face as if to anchor her in place.

Zenova's confusion melted into the heat of the moment, her body responding despite the whirlwind in her mind. Without breaking the kiss, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her back through the corridor all the way to the bedroom, his strides purposeful and unhurried as they continued kissing. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly pulling his head away as she remained passionate.

After arriving in the bedroom, he placed her down onto the bed with a gentle firmness, her robe disheveling further as she landed on the soft sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He hovered over her, his eyes gleaming with a strange intent, and his fingers trailed down her body, parting her legs with ease.

Zenova gasped at this newfound feeling as he slipped his hand between her thighs, his skilled touch finding her most sensitive spot, circling and probing with a rhythm that built her arousal to a fever pitch.

At the same time, her mouth wasn't empty as he showered her with lovely kisses, his mouth exploring her lips, neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each one leaving a trail of fire on her skin.

"Hnng~" Clenching her teeth suddenly as his fingers constantly caressed her cave, she writhed beneath him, her moans growing desperate, her core aching for release, but just as the edge approached, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her trembling and unfulfilled, her body slick with unmet need.

With a soft, enigmatic smile, Davis straightened his robe and left the room once more, the door clicking shut behind him, plunging Zenova into a haze of confusion and discomfort, her limbs heavy with frustration and her mind reeling from the denial.

'What's going on? Does he dislike my body? Am I giving off some weird scent? This wasn't how it was supposed to go in those dual cultivation manuals… right?'

Zenova barely sat up and looked at the door, hoping he would come back. She had a lot of questions but no one to ask.

A layer of suspicion started clouding her eyes. However, she remained waiting this time, unsure of how to resolve this strange situation.

After what seemed to be an hour, Davis finally returned, making her face blossom into a smile.

"Did you manage to solve the interruption?"

"Hmm," Davis nodded, "I just couldn't leave you like that, so I tried my best to quickly come back."

Zenova sat on the edge of the bed. Her smile was beyond sexy, and her hair was disheveled, making her look quite erotic. She slowly moved back, giving him way to her body. This time, she removed the robe herself, giving him a full look at her body.

"You're truly amazingly beautiful… I simply have no words…"

Davis praised her, his voice laced with genuine awe as his gaze roamed over her exposed form, drinking in the sight of her flawless curves, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the inviting allure of her thighs.

Zenova felt a rush of heat under his scrutiny, her body already responding to his presence, but she held his attention with a mix of defiance and desire, gesturing him with her body to finally bridge the gap.

He approached slowly, shedding his robe with deliberate movements, revealing his chiseled physique that made her breath catch.

Climbing onto the bed, he pulled her into his arms, their naked skin pressing together in a blaze of warmth. His lips found hers again, the kiss deep and consuming, his tongue entwining with hers in a dance that left her dizzy. Zenova's hands explored his back, tracing the hard lines of muscle, pulling him closer as if to merge their bodies.

"You're driving me insane, Zenova," Davis murmured against her mouth, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, thumb flicking over the sensitive peak until she arched into him with a soft moan.

His passionate kisses trailed down her neck, nipping lightly at her collarbone, then lower, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently while his free hand ventured between her legs once more.

Zenova gasped, her hips bucking as his fingers teased her entrance, dipping in reignite.

"My Emperor... please... this time..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need, but he only smiled against her skin, his touch rhythmic and tormenting, building her to that precipice again.

He shifted, positioning himself above her, his hardness pressing against her thigh, so close yet not entering. Instead, he continued with his fingers, curling them inside her, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision.

"Aaah~ Aaan~"

Zenova's moans filled the room, her body writhing, nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure mounted unbearably high. Just as her muscles tightened, signaling the impending release, he pulled back, his fingers withdrawing, leaving her gasping and quivering on the edge once more.

"Not yet, my love," Davis said softly against her ear, his eyes holding a mysterious gleam as he kissed her forehead, "I think I have to go now."

With that, he rose, donning his robe again, and slipped out of the room, the door closing with a soft click.

"Seriously…?" Zenova gasped, unable to catch her breath with rage but also worry filling her heart.

A storm of frustration and arousal spammed her body, her mind spinning with thoughts, 'Again? What game is he playing?' She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, the ache between her legs a constant reminder of his denial. Time blurred as she waited, her thoughts tangled in confusion and longing.

Zenova's heart sank.

She could only tremulously await his touch on the bed, knowing that if she went out, he was just there sitting, doing nothing except sipping tea. No, she was scared to see that he might be really doing nothing. She didn't want to confirm it, holding onto that faint hope.

Her eyes slowly turned tired, and her face churned with exhaustion. Slowly, she fell asleep.

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