[Welcome to Elder Heir Online.]
Huh. Interesting.
Before Jack floated text.
[What name should you be known as?]
It doesn't matter much.
[Name: Memento Mori]
[Region: Griswald's domain. (Dangerous)]
[Tutorial skipped.]
[Good luck, have fun, and win.]
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Everything faded to white.
Glaring light blinded him, his head tilted backward as it stared at the ceiling.
A large chandelier was hanging, brightly illuminating the room.
He tried blocking the light with his arms, but they stopped after briefly moving.
As they came to a full stop, a metallic clinking made him fear the worst.
He tilted his head down, slowly adjusting to the light, and looked on both sides.
I'm chained to a wall?
He tried moving his arms again, pulling on the heavy chains but they were tightly fixed.
After looking closer, he noticed his skin was powder white. Where the metal cuffs held his wrists, his skin was slightly pinkish.
His hands looked delicate, just like his arms which had barely any muscle mass.
He quickly scanned the room he was in; it was a bedroom.
A large canopy bed was to his left. The frame and corner posts were of a darker wood. It had sheer curtains attached; the bed was cleanly made.
The furniture around was also maintained properly.
A wardrobe, a dresser with a mirror, a drawer, a writing desk - They were all made of the same wood and in pristine condition.
The room was tidy, nothing (beside him) littered the ground, and nothing cluttered the surfaces of the furniture.
It's a woman's room.
He could tell just from the mirror and the bed. There was also that sweet fragrance, it was fruity. Jack knew little about perfume, but he could tell that much.
He could see on the wall next to the bed an opened window. It let in a cool gentle breeze, and through it he could see it was the middle of the night.
He waited hours for anything to happen, any sort of event, but nothing.
Can I access my profile mentally?
Just thinking about it, he could see it floating in front of him.
[Memento Mori] [Level 1]
[Class: Cursed Sovereign]
[Cursed Path: Accursed Novice 0/1000]
[Health Points: 5/5]
[Cursed Energy: 10/10]
[Magic: 10]
[Strength: 3]
[Defense: 2]
[Agility: 1]
Cursed Sovereign, never heard of it in the game. And cursed path? What does the counter next to it mean?
My class even changed what should be Mana to Cursed Energy.
After taking a good look at his stats, he switched to the skills.
[Hex Harvesting]
He activated it.
"If I couldn't tell any better, I'd think you want me dead," she said.
She got on her knees in front of Jack as he sat straight again, the side of his face bright red.
He looked at her; she was close.
"That look," she said, "I hate it."
"Just be careful. Someday, you might be the one chained," replied Jack, looking at her neck.
"I am, already. But pigs shouldn't get used to shrieking inside the house,"
She slapped his face with surprising force, making him pull on the chains again.
As he got his head straight again, she used her left hand to violently grip his hair and pull his head down, touching his shoulder and exposing his neck.
He tried moving, but her grip was strong. She held his head still with one hand, and his shoulder with the other.
He watched as she leaned forward, ferally biting into his neck.
He could feel her gentle lips and her tongue repeatedly caressing his neck after her sharp teeth punctured it.
He could hear and feel her heavy breathing against his neck, while her hands tightened on his hair and shoulder.
She was creating a mess. He could see blood splatter around as she drank. Her gulps quickly succeeding every exhale she did, as if she had been famished a while and he might be her last meal.
[-1 hp]
[-1 hp]
[-1 hp]
Is this it?
She was initially leaning forward, but she was now sitting on top of him. Her breasts pressed against him as her breathing became a mix of grunts and moans.
She held his hair so tight that he feared she might break his neck by mistake.
His vision was getting blurry, he started to feel weaker by the second.
Yet, her intensity only rose, the sounds she made louder, her lips repeatedly striking his neck, her tongue getting every single drop.
"Stop-" started Jack, barely staying conscious.
His voice was weak and barely loud enough to make it through the sounds she made.
"I'll die," he whispered.
I knew this region would make it harder, but this...
She was holding him even tighter than before, as she slowly stopped.
She licked and caressed his neck a few more times, heavily breathing, it felt as if she was kissing it.
After a moment, her breathing slowed down while she kept kissing his neck.
Her grasp became loose, and her kissing and licking eventually stopped.
Jack slowly opened his eyes, as he got his head upright again.
His neck terribly hurt, but mostly from how hard she had been pulling his head to the side.
She was still on top of him, looking at him.
"You're pale," she said.
Jack opened his mouth to say something but suddenly felt dizzy, his head falling forward.
She quickly lifted his head, holding his chin.
"That's how you look at me?"
He was unknowingly staring into her eyes.
They were a soft shade of red.
Jack lightly frowned again, lost.
"You looked like you wanted me dead earlier, and now that I almost killed you, I see sadness."
Sadness? There's no way.
Yet, tears dripped down his cheeks.
He could feel it, his last moment.
I can't believe I won't even get my revenge.
She tried tilting his head back but the wall and the chains made it too complicated. She simply bit her bottom lip.
The last thing he could see before losing consciousness was her red lips getting closer to his.