Free Web NovelChapter 25: _You Should’ve Locked The Door
Upon getting into his room, Ambrose let out a heavy breath. He shut the door behind, killing off the sound of laughing from Orion and Devon as the latter played another game with the kid.
[NOTICE: Continuous proximity of host and Devon around the anomaly is already showing signs of keeping his energy stable.]
[Keep this up and you might not need to tell Devon who he is.]
The bedroom was an extremely modern space. Far better than what he had back in his past life.
A big king-sized bed sat at the other end, with an open window right above it. The sheets were still undone—he hadn’t really bothered himself with any chores before rushing out for the raid.
Soft golden and white light glowed from small crystal bulbs etched around the walls. The room itself was painted white.
In its totality, it was a space he saw himself sleeping in over and over again after the hell he’s been through today.
’What are his attraction points?’ Ambrose asked as he slowly slipped out of his raid outfit. He walked toward the person-sized mirror, checking out his new body.
He still couldn’t get over being a blonde in this life.
The last blonde he saw in his past life literally killed him. Must be some ironic joke from the universe... or whoever was running this shit.
[Devon’s attraction points: 45.]
A small smile touched his face.
From forty to forty five after a few minutes of being around each other. At this rate, he should get his hands on Devon’s Esper abilities in no time.
The thought of him being able to manipulate fire made his smile turn into a mischievous grin. Finally, he was naked, letting him take in every inch of his transmigrated skin.
The lean muscles. The toned abs. The subtle glistening of his milky white skin under the room’s lighting. And then that damn ass.
Was he weird for finding himself attractive?
[Yes. You are. Extremely.]
"Oh, hush." He rolled his eyes, rubbing his hands down his stomach to rid himself of sweat. "It’s a new body after all, so it’s natural."
[A new body that you’ve already seen this morning after your shower.]
With a shake of his head, Ambrose advanced into his bathroom. It was also a big space with a bathtub placed close to one of the walls.
After he turned on the warm water and applied some soap, he sank in unhurriedly, letting the water kiss every sore spot on his body.
"Ah," he set his arms on either side of the tub, flinging his head back. "This is what I’m talking about."
His thighs subconsciously tightened around each other as different thoughts and images from today flashed through his head in quick succession.
All the new faces he’s come across.
Especially one particularly handsome one.
"Devon." He muttered without realising, inhaling through his mouth. "Well, if there’s one thing this new world isn’t lacking in, it’s hot men."
Even that jerk Han would probably be a model or idol in his past life.
Snapping his neck, Ambrose was about to unclench his thighs when he felt something throbbing hard between them. He frowned, eyes opening wide as he brought his gaze to his lower body in the water.
Heat flooded his cheeks like he was struck by lightning.
"Well, fuck..." he swept back strands of his now damp hair. "Did thinking about Devon cause that?"
Not only was his member buff like a brick right now but it bulged the more he stared at it. It was pleading for attention.
Ambrose wasn’t used to this level of libido.
Given that he’d gone without sex or any form of self-pleasure for a week before getting killed in his past life, maybe the horniness from there—
[Your attempt to justify your pervy mind is adorable.]
[The reason your body is reacting this way is simply because of the link. It’s permanent, making it far more intense—in a few obvious aspects.]
His fingers twitched as he tried and failed to stop looking at the damn thing under the same breath. It momentarily seemed like it was getting softer... but then grew even harder when he made the mistake of dwelling too long on that one name.
Devon!
Everything about that man ignited secret parts of himself he didn’t know could still exist. Then that kiss—
"I can’t deal with this," Ambrose shook his head, shamelessly grabbing a bottle of rose-scented liquid soap. He poured a little on his palm, chest burning at what he was about to do. "Aura... not a word from you."
Surprisingly, the system was quiet.
Too quiet.
As if it intentionally backed up from his headspace to give him some privacy.
Good.
He needed to blow off a lot of steam.
Taking in a long, chest-filling breath, he slowly brought his hand to the aching length. This body was a grower... and boy did it grow.
The feeling of the veins pulsing against his touch made him bite his bottom lip, his eyes blinking shut. "That feels... good..."
He didn’t rush, starting with steady back and forth rubs. From the shaft to the tip then back again, occasionally kneading his balls for good measure. An unexplainable heat settled in his chest, giving way to a reckless breath that broke past his mouth.
Wild images flickered in his mind, some lingering too long and others fading faster than they came. All that made his steady pace falter.
Sweat. Strong muscular arms peeking underneath a thin white t-shirt.
"Fuck..." he moaned, nostrils flaring. "Devon..."
The pace of his strokes increased. His breathing became unsteady, his heart beating like war drums. The fire in his core refused to disappear, making him lean harder against the cold edge of the tub.
He shuddered, mind trailing briefly to an imagined image. Devon... slipping into the tub. Wearing nothing but tight white underwear that hid a well-endowed—
—Wait.
That scent.
"Ambrose?" A voice shattered his sinful fantasies like a hammer on glass. He shoved himself deeper into the tub’s water, head swinging back.
And there stood Devon at the entrance of the bathroom—arms folded and eyes widened with shock. Plus something else. Something that lit up his golden orbs with a fiery light.
"You... should’ve locked the door."
