Chapter 8 8: Breaking The Engagement [3]

Their meal ended quite comfortably, Amon making sure this woman didn't drink too much more, curious as to why she didn't just use her qi to channel the alcohol out of her system as she spent over an hour complaining about her mother and family traditions.

Amon carried the lazy pig Alice on his shoulder as they were let out the back door by the old man; his face was much gentler now he wasn't cooking while simply watching Amon carry the drunk Alice holding her hips with one hand and the other helping guide her forward.

"Take care of your amusing wife; she is adorable to get so happy over my old dishes." the old man's thick accent sounded in Itallican.

Amon was too tired to care or deny the details, responding in fluent Itallican with a wry smile as Alice began to entangle him like an octopus, wrapping her legs around his and letting out annoying groans.

"No problem; thanks for the delicious food and wonderful evening; I will certainly return."

Their steps towards the car were slow, with the darkness of night and dim light posts barely showing their faces, forced to rely on the moonlight for guidance.

"Why don't you clear your head with your aura?" He asked as they moved towards his car through the dark evening, only the ardent moon guiding their path.

He pushed her against the car's side, her back and rear slapping the cool metal, causing her to let out of soft and sensual moan as her eyes opened, and she looked at him with a dreamy and distant look.

Amon suddenly felt her strong aura surging as the tree close to his car shook violently before Alice darted forward a little faster than he expected at this stage, her body and arms wrapping around his front.

'What is this stupid girl doing now?'

Her head lifted as she stared into his eyes with those deep blue eyes, as if begging for attention, breath with a faint fruity taste from the wine and a hint of tomato as she stepped on tiptops, her face pouting, pushing her nose against his.

His face was blank, staring at her, but without any visible changes, nor did his heart begin to throb, simply watching the beautiful woman that spelt his doom for too many lives for him to count.

"Hmmmph~ why is it not already clear? Maybe I want to do this, hmmm?" Alice spoke with a slight slur, but her eyes were clear like a spring lake in the night, shimmering under the moon's ambience.

Amon would never believe her words, never again. Not if they were not signed in ink or blood and creating a soul pact that would cause her to die if she broke it. His trust in the women involved in his past lives would remain as such.

They were his enemies until proven otherwise.

"You can stop acting; your mother's watchmen have probably gone; there's no need to force yourself, Alice..." There was a moment of silence as Alice seemed to think something, but Amon continued.

For others watching from a distance, be it the old couple or a passing car with a single man who hasn't met a woman in years, Amon and Alice were an enviable young couple currently holding each other amicably.

Yet for the man in question, it was both agony and torture. The mere sight of this woman triggered so many foolish actions; his past self would be like a pathetic dog for her, at every beck and call, only to be killed and lose everything.

'Do not soften your resolve, Amon Winchester. She is not a woman, not a person but a tool to use, be it money, pleasure, or power. That is all she is good for, not for dealings of the heart.'

[But this girl is not the one from the novels?]

'Irrelevant and meaningless! Until she proves she is different, this woman is the same, backstabbing and treacherous whore!'

His thoughts recovered, no longer affected by the atmosphere, as his eyes became sharp, their purple glimmer visible in the moonlight, as he replied with a cold, icy voice.

"We both know you hate me and want to break our engagement, so I gave you a pleasant time for our ending... Mnnnghhh!?"

Alice silenced his words as she forced her lips onto his—Amon, for the first time, felt the strength disparity between them due to him still standing at the entrance of the cultivation world.

Her arms locked onto the back of his neck and head, and her warm breath snorted from her nose as she pressed her soft and springy lips against his aggressively, warm fruity breath filling his mouth as Amon felt her warm tongue open his mouth.

Like a snake seeking to choke its prey, the warm red tongue began to entangle his, coiling and sucking on him with her amateur kiss.

The sound of their lips locking and writhing filled the silent night before a few moments passed, and they parted. Her breathing was erratic and messy while Amon stared at her with cold eyes, but she couldn't see as the clouds covered the beautiful moon in the darkness.

As if representing the cold, dark anger inside his chest that slowly began to smoke into a furious black flame as he felt she stepped on his pride and feelings.

"Little bird, you are playing with a fire that will consume you." He warned her with a husky voice before Amon opened the driver's door, pushing her away and sat down on the smooth leather, leaning back before a sudden weight and soft flesh landed on his lap.

"Then burn me~" She murmured, pushing both hands to either side of his headrest while pushing her body against his, moving her soft buttocks against his lap with a passionate look, only for Amon to push her into the passenger seat, lean over her chest and clicking her seat belt with a stern face.

He turned on the engine, and as the gentle hum of his beloved car soothed the blazing flames in his body, a hand began to creep along his inner thigh as Alice showed a face like a cat stealing fish.

"Let's go to your place~ okay?"

"Don't expect any kindness."

"Hehe, ~ ok-ay!"

"Alice, remember this was your choice, not mine."

'How could I be so careless... Swept up in her routine... fuck! Why am I still dragging the slight affection for these women that fucked me over.'

Amon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find a solution for future events; he must not relent or relax. He saw a different side of her and was weak, caught up in the moment, and now it was a lost cause.

'Let's try and get her to cough up some money...'

The car began to speed down the evening streets of the long silent business district—only the night district and Shazong district were still busy at this time in the evening. He looked out the window while stopping at a red light.

Still, her hand hadn't left his thigh.

'Damn woman, don't think I will ever treat you as more than a prostitute!'

Because there were too many eyes in his mansion, Amon instead dropped to his small apartment in the city centre, nobody would monitor him there, and there weren't any gossiping maids or servants.

Once the red car pulled into the private car park, slowly elevated by the underground lift to his floor, he watched the flushed figure of the future Ice empress, who still leaned against his chest.

'Why pretend to be under the effects of alcohol? Are you going to make a scandal and accuse me of something?'

'She's already purified it all; what is her plot?'

He wasn't a mind reader, the sudden change of Alice despite knowing the facts and this not being his first life. You cannot just trust someone who has killed you, caused your death and betrayed you multiple times.

It's illogical.

The pair began to kiss as the elevator reached his floor, he couldn't resist such a beauty throwing herself at him, nor would he act like an idiot and not eat the meal given. If she were his enemy, why let her keep a pure body?

He would take everything he could, be it her body or company!

Impassioned, the pair barely managed to get through his door as it slammed open, her hands now tugging and pulling at his suit, her powerful muscles tearing it from his body, as they stumbled and staggered until they entered his bedroom.

Amon was not interested in being the weaker and submissive party in the bedroom. The moment they entered, he pushed her onto the bed; with one last nostalgic look, his face transformed into the current Amon, with a cold and amused look.

'Tonight, I will take everything; none of your body will remain clean; how would that little cunt feel when he finds out? Hahaha!'

Ethan, in all his lifetimes against Amon, had never taken the first time of any heroines; it seemed this time was the same.

But Amon would make sure that he took everything tonight, leaving nothing new for him to find, like a barbecue rib stripped of all the meat and sauce, only a hollow bone.

He pushed between her legs before slipping down, a thick scent filling his nose as he enjoyed her wide eyes staring at him, her mouth opening as if to protest that it was dirty or unclean, but the moment his tongue touched her roost.

The phoenix begged for more in her lovely chirping voice.

Then for five hours after, the high-pitched voice of a phoenix began to resound from his apartment windows, driving even the birds away.

This night, the baby bird became a woman.