Chapter 36 Something's Wrong!

[Not lemonade]

Lust, a raw and powerful force that resides within us all, dances at the meeting point of desire and sensuality. It embodies the relentless pursuit of pleasure and the celebration of our physical being, inviting us to indulge in the richness of our senses.

However, it can also be a slippery slope, tempting us to lose sight of deeper needs and nobler goals. Navigating the realm of lust requires self-control and balance, the ability to control our desires rather than being controlled by them.

And on this particular day, Harry found himself tangled in the web of his own desires.

He was a peculiar blend of mature love without reason, Ready to sacrifice himself and his whole being for what he loved,

and unburdened ruthless ambition, Ready to sacrifice the world itself, if it served his goals.

a walking contradiction of two distinct identities. Like a character torn between the pages of a magical and fun Japanese isekai and a chilling cold world with worms that had abilities, Harry's fragmented persona held the potential for both heroism and darkness.

But amidst this chaotic existence, Harry's inner struggle with lust took center stage as the dam of lust broke inside him. His thoughts, beliefs, and even his very essence were a tumultuous mix of conflicting memories and ideologies. He yearned for an escape, Yet, the power of lust seemed to overpower his will, leading him astray from the noble aspirations he once held dear, All he cared, Was having his sword inside sheaths

All he cared was making woman moan in pleasure, touching their most sensitive places that not even they knew existed

He had no control of his own pace, his own plans, his own strength....

He was as of now a robot of sex.

A God Of Pleasure!

Each of his movements the best to bring pleasure and desires out.

He knew The sensuality like no one ever before

But at the same time,

He was, as of now, just a literal idiot given infinite potential, with no Emotional control whatsoever,

As weariness washed over him, a delayed reaction to the intense physical pounding he had shared with his aunt for two arduous hours, Harry could no longer bear the weight and collapsed onto her. Though his vigor burned like a raging inferno till now, it waned just as abruptly as it had came in, leaving him drained and fatigued.

Curiously, Eva, too, seemed to lose the unknown wellspring of energy that had sustained her until that point. The source of her seemingly boundless vitality that kept her alive till now dissipated, plunging her into the same realm of exhaustion. Together, they surrendered to the realm of dreams, their consciousness carried away on ethereal currents, Their souls connected even in sleep

Like how Harry's dick was still connected to his aunt's pussy...

...

Waking up to Eva's soft body wrapped under his arms and his flaccid dick still inside her pussy,

Harry looked around, his mind still elsewhere

When he returned, a shiver ran down his spine as he glanced at the clock. It was already past noon—2 o'clock to be exact.

Gasping, his hands trembling, Harry suddenly paused. What on earth was happening?

He had a clone outside this room. It should have been lucid, sharing memories with him. He should have been awake!

He shouldn't have completely lost his mind to lust!

If that Born-Dragon thing didn't awaken, He would have Did His Aunt To DEATH!

What the heck was going on?

Setting Eva aside gently, Taking his dick out of her sacred place, he didn't waste time anymore and hastily put on a simple pajama—Eva's pajama—and rushed out of the room.

He needed to see for himself. Everything felt eerie, as if something was seriously wrong.

Number one, he lost himself to lust.

Which was not a reason to panic, But second, his clone's senses were down

and this was not supposed to happen

Moving fast as his thoughts ran at the speed of thoughts,

Harry opened the door, his body stood still for a second, his fingers quivering at its core. Oh no! Oh Shit No!

He had forgotten that it was already noon. There would surely be guards outside, if he wanted to come, he should have used his secret passage!

Harry cursed his luck under his breath as he glanced ahead, only to find the captain of Division D standing in his way. The captain's back was turned, but the noise of the door alerted him, causing him to turn around.

Both men were taken aback by the sight of a stranger emerging infront of the royal princess's room. A moment of frozen silence enveloped them, but the captain quickly regained his composure. Years of training had made him a veteran, and he wouldn't falter in this situation.

In the blink of an eye, the captain's figure moved swiftly, transforming into a creature that resembled a bear with sloth-like features. This bizarre creature had enormous claws and moved in peculiar ways, astonishingly fast.

It moved like a blur and,

Before Harry could react, he found himself firmly held by the beastly creature, his face scraping against the unforgiving floor. The captain, with a fierce gaze, demanded in a voice that trembled with fiery resolve, "Who are you?"

Harry stared back, his eyes suddenly gleaming with a dark light. His expression exuded the calmness of a deep, dark sea where he had once perished. In that moment,

Harry became Ace.

Hahahah

With a laugh that seemed to emanate from the depths of his being, Ace shouted,

"I'm your Fucking Grim Reaper, Biatch!"

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Without waiting for the captain to fully comprehend his words, Ace's mind was already commanding his body into action. Within the interface inside his mind, his pleasure points decreased from 32 to 22, a testament to the strain he was about to endure.

Suddenly, his body bulged momentarily, expanding with power, at the same time, his legs moved in a unique backslash kick

before his body returned to its original size. Ignoring the pain, Harry locked eyes with the man who had been thrown aside by his sudden surge of strength. A sly smirk formed on Ace's face as he taunted, "Hey, ugly guy, look to your side."

Reacting instinctively, the captain turned his head to the side, but when he quickly turned back to face Ace after realising the situation,

It was already too late

A swift and precise kick collided with his jaw.

For a brief moment;

His fur stood on end,

And he collapsed, Unconscious.

His body reverting back to its human state

Ace's body relaxed too as the adrenaline rush subsided. Chuckling to himself, he relished in the victory. After all, his accomplishments in kickboxing were not for naught.

He was a 4 times world champion.

Plus truly awesome body attributes...

His smile fading, Harry's mind cleared as the long-lost sensation of rushing adrenaline surged through his veins. Taking a deep breath, he surveyed the unconscious man before him, his thoughts calculating the next move. Gripping the collar of the man's armor, Harry effortlessly hoisted him and propelled his body towards the glass window.

As the body soared through the air, the fragile glass cracked under the impact, shattering into a thousand crystalline fragments. The window was perched on the fourth floor of the palace, a perilous height of 50 to 60 meters. There was no doubt—the man's fate was sealed; he would surely meet his demise.

Briefly going into Eva's room, he took a banana out,

Tore the leaf, and ATE IT

Then took the banana leaf and put it near the glass window

and ran into another secret passage just a few meters from the murder sight,

moving in, he sighed in relief as the walls closed,

That banana leaf can't hold the place for too long, but some idiot might beleive the captain to have slipped and fell, giving him more precious time that he dearly lacked

However, before delving into the impending turmoil, Harry's mind fixated on a crucial task—he needed to locate his clone. Restless thoughts swirled in his head, questioning the well-being of his mother Emma, and sister, Lilly. In his previous life, nothing dire had occurred during this time period. Could this be the consequence of a butterfly effect? The weight of uncertainty pressed upon him, leaving him no choice but to hasten his pace, hoping against hope that his loved ones remained unscathed.

His heart beat like drums, making his pace faster

and as his anxiety reached a peak, he arrived a mere 10 meter away from his mom's room, inside the walls

And he moved further, more cautious than ever

If something had indeed happened,

He had a feeling it was related to The First King.