Chapter 82 - Plans For The Future

Giovanni ended up napping a little and Emery used his healing power on the sleeping boy, healing most of the evidence for these passionate acts. Then he used "CLEAN" on both, making them more comfortable. Of course, it wasn't the same thing as a shower, but at least they weren't as sticky anymore and neither was the pungent smell of freshly made sex.

"Bao, how are things out there? How long do I sleep?" Emery asked getting dressed again. The little Tibetan mastiff dog jumped into Emery's arms, wagging its tail cutely.

"Things have calmed down. You slept for a long time, it will soon be dawn, but the storm continues," Bao said through the contract communication.

"Have the demons been eradicated yet?" asked Emery curiously, since he didn't know if the exorcists at the abbey were powerful or not. Besides, it would be nice to know who might or might not have sacred power that could be a risk to himself.

Although I don't know if the sacred powers of others would work on him, as he himself has sacred power while the demonic power also coexists with the other powers in his body.

Emery thought he would have to ask Azarphy when he got back to the room, they could run tests to see if he was still immune to the holy powers.

"Most only went into hiding temporarily, with the strong storm the exorcists and holy knights could not deal with them. The old human who ambushed your lover is with the Abbot, they must be calling for backup to the capital and telling about the bizarre affairs. There is one Father Rutger who has some skill in dealing with demons, at least the demons who were watching for me told me that the sacred power of this exorcist was quite strong." Bao spoke narrating all the information he had received from the lesser demons and midfielders who were in stealth mode in "holy" territory.

"What do you know about Father Rutger?" asked Emery curiously. He knows of the existence of the villain in the book, but he has never seen this person. In the body's original memory there was nothing about Father Rutger.

The original Emery was a successful Exorcist and Bishop, he was quite arrogant and apparently austere, so not many people would come into his eyes. Of course, if not to get into his bed. Even the other Bishops were nothing in his eyes, the Archbishops treated Emery politely and the Cardinals were quite friendly to him.

What was a mere priest to him then?

"The demons fear his sacred energy, however, the demons are also attracted to the darkness of his soul. It's something quite fascinating. Cause the downfall of someone so promising on the god of light's side." Bao said a little reflectively and soon regretted it, looking with big bright eyes at Emery.

"Causing the fall, isn't it?" Emery said in a cold voice looking at the puppy-shaped demon in his arms.

"Master…it's not like that…" Bao tries to explain himself but quickly shuts up when Emery starts stroking him.

"I'm glad I didn't sell my soul or anything like that. However, do you know any interesting demons to present to Father Rutger?" asked Emery in a very soft voice.

Bao was silent not knowing what Emery was thinking, but he didn't hide anything he knew from his master. There would always be demons available to contract with humans, in return, they would take the human's soul to hell.

It wouldn't be difficult for Bao to call some demon without a noble title, if it were someone like the Marquis Arabeth things wouldn't be so simple.

Emery looked a little scary at that point. There was a shadow in the young bishop's gaze, something that even made a demon-like a manticore scared.

An hour later, Emery went to wake Giovanni so that they would return to the room in the clergy area, as they were in the building that served as an inn for travelers heading towards the capital and needing a break and rest.

Of course, that way the Abbey Matteos could raise more money for the profit and maintenance of the place.

Giovanni didn't want to wake up, he felt mentally tired and he felt ashamed right now to face Bishop Darcy. So Yani had replaced the young novice at that time.

Yani didn't know the reason for Giovanni's embarrassment, but considering that Yani was an experienced man to the point where sex was trivial, Giovanni knew very little about this type of relationship and how to act after the act, he needed time to absorb everything that had happened.

He stretched and noted that his body was light as a feather, he didn't feel so weak, but there was still a bit of fatigue. He stretched like a lazy cat, feeling every part of his body a little tense.

"Being young is very good" thought Yani suddenly, despite his fatigue he could move well and it wouldn't be a problem for him to go back with Bishop Darcy.

While Yani was thinking about how good it was to be young, his waist was suddenly grabbed and he was surprised, his back bumped against someone else's body, he didn't even have time to react correctly as his lips were stolen.

The kiss was long, Yani struggled a little and Emery hugged the young man even more, until Yani held onto the other man's neck, kissing him back. Their tongues touched and played, the pleasure made Yani's young body shudder with pleasure and he moaned against Emery's mouth.

"Are you a dog? You can't….I said don't bite…" asked Yani weakly as Emery bit his neck again, Emery's fingers pinching Yani's pink nipples, making him feel weak. Even his smacks against Emery's arms were weak and helpless.

"Woof, Woof..." Bao who was now a dog butted in and started barking on the bed. He couldn't let Emery go whichever way he wanted or they'd be stuck in the room any longer.

Emery sighed but stopped playing with Yani's hard nipples. He hugged Yani's soft body, clearly not wanting to let go. Emery's breath was hot against Yani's ear.

"Don't we need to leave now?" asked Yani, not daring to move too much so as not to provoke this demon of lust who claimed to be a bishop. Yani lifted his head to face Emery, only to regret it, when he was kissed again. The different angles seemed to make everything even more intense.

"We have... to go... I haven't... picked up my things yet..." Yani tried to speak as Emery pressed light kisses against his mouth.

"Master we have to go..." Bao insisted speaking into Emery's mind. He understood that the master was trying to buy time, as Bao needed to gather demonic energy to attract another great demon.

Bao had already managed to attract a big demon, but they had better return to Emery's place, which was an unsuspecting place and that would allow them to work out a good plan.

But Bao's Master was a person who could get lost in lust, Bao himself saw this twice, so he didn't have much confidence in his master in that sense.

Emery still didn't want to let go, he was surprised in his heart that he was already excited to have sex again. He felt that this body was very mysterious, as it didn't have the strength to go up or down the flights of stairs quickly, it didn't have the strength to kill a chicken with its bare hands, but it had the strength to do several hours of exercises in bed.

This was very weird!

"I don't have clothes that fit you right," Emery said, still hugging Yani.

"Just use the Small Sizer spell," Yani said, not giving up, but feeling rather muffled in his chest, Emery's warm breath in his hair.

Emery thought for a moment and there was a vague memory about this spell. However, it was not as practiced by the owner of the previous body. After all, Emery is the son of a wealthy nobleman, he would rarely use this kind of spell, his clothes were of the best quality and made by the best tailors.

"It's not like you won't see me anymore, so let's get out of here," Yani said when Emery didn't let go. Of course, it was being difficult for him to contain the hormones in his too-young body. So the faster Bishop Darcy released him, the quicker he could regain his self-control.

Emery felt a little embarrassed by the young man's words but released him. Bishop Darcy could not say that he was frightened by what happened this afternoon, after all, that would be strange.

How would he explain that he thought if Giovanni was killed the whole world might collapse?

Of course, he would be seen in two ways as an obsessive madman or a passionate romantic. Probably, he would be labeled insane anyway.

But what would he say, that he came from another world and that this is all a plot from a book by someone mentally disturbed?

(Author: Hey! I have feelings!)

Well, he couldn't say that, who would believe him?

This is one of those dilemmas of a transmigrated person, to keep that secret forever because there was no way it could be shared.