31 :: Yielding ::

Originally I had my eyes closed unsure of what was about to happen amidst the wild fantasies drifting in my mind. A sudden boom of laughter from Cullen reverberating around me had me momentarily distracted.

Er…. what is that supposed to mean? Why is he laughing?

"Don't forget that I can read your mind," I heard his voice inside my mind.

Meh! How could I have forgotten his special ability? Immediately, I felt embarrassed that he was reading my mind so clearly and knowing what was in my thoughts! 

He must be thinking that my thoughts were indecent… The thought struck me, impaling me with so much discomfort that I wished I could disappear into the depths of the grounds beneath our feet. This, in fact, was way more uncomfortable than my nakedness. While it somewhat bothered me that this magnificent creature was looking at me while I did not have even a stitch on, it was not as bothersome as how he perceived me to be… indecent.

"For a virgin, you sure have a wild imagination," he answered my doubts. Annoyed, I open my eyes in a fluster. I made a face at him and then turned away from him with a pout. Unlike Shan Hanyu during his initial courtship, he doesn't bother to convince me or cheer me up.

I had barely concluded my thoughts when, in what looked like an abrupt flash of lightning, the demon magically appeared in front of me. I sensed terror descend over me, overwhelming me, but for just a few seconds. Cullen seemed to realise what he was capable of doing and took control of himself.

But that envious look in his eyes stayed. His eyes were red with what humans called jealousy. 

I asked what was evident. "Are you drinking vinegar now, Cullen?" 

The demon evaded my question. I completely fathomed why. He must be a very egoistic demon. He probably wouldn't admit that he was JEALOUS.

Again, I had forgotten that this demon was one very jealous demon. It had completely slipped my mind that not long ago, he had read my thoughts that compared him with Shan Hanyu. I thought, but as Shan Hanyu was the only man I had ever been with in my past life, if I didn't use him as an example, then who should I use?

"I don't care," the demon said, now childish like a little boy throwing a tantrum. "I don't like it when you think of others. You're with me, so you should only think about me, is this clear?"

Whaaatt? The demon had been as cool as he could ever be, just introduce a lesser human (I will always think of Shan Hanyu as a lesser human due to how I detest him) and he got all unconfident and not to mention, immature. I may not be the best person to be called mature, but the demon just transformed from cool to apprehensive with the mere thought of another man! His change in emotion was so unpredictable!

Jealousy at its finest? I deduced with a smug look on my face. This was so much to my benefit! I had always wished to know how it was like for a man to get jealous over me.

And now it was happening! 

Disregarding my moment of glory, Cullen scowled and began to now act like how I was acting earlier - sulking. This intrigued my curiosity about what he would do next, so I decided to experiment with some falsified memories of my past life. 

"Cullen, you should be the bigger person and not pick on my past with Shan Hanyu," I uttered proudly. "There's no use dwelling on the past. You know that I will never ever be interested in Shan Hanyu and that's final. He caused me to lose everything in my past life and that you should remember clearly."

He glanced at me, still rather red-eyed. "So? Are you telling me, you have null feelings for that dumb mortal?"

I just laughed, crossing my arms defensively over my bare chest. I put on the most angelic look I can come up with and tease him by rolling my eyes playfully.

"Cullen, did you know that I spent the night with Shan Hanyu alone together in my past life?"

He fumes. With what sounded like a rustling of leaves, he lifted me up with little to no effort and flung me to a corner of the cavern, staring into my eyes intensely.

"You!" He hollered. I can sense the walls of the cavern rumbling at his immense power.

I burst out laughing instead. But very soon, I realise his eyes are roaming to where I am trying my best to shield from his sight.

"Cullen!" I yell at him, turning away from him, but I realise it is getting worse, as he is now enjoying the view with a very lewd expression.

Power… I could call upon my power! I actualise in my head.

I attempt to call for some clothing to shelter myself from being seen by the perverted creature, but my attempts are fruitless. Something seems to have inhibited my powers. Am I in an anti-magic zone like the games, or have I somehow lost my powers?

He laughs. And laughs and laughs uncontrollably.

"Cullen!" I shout again. "What have you done to my power?"

"Ah, so you do realise you have power," he smirked. "But do you realise what is the source of your power, Lu Shengyi? Or rather, from whom?"

I swallow my saliva nervously. He continues with a laugh, "Me. I gave you rebirth, so naturally your power existed from me. How could you have not realised it, after being reborn for so long?"

Arghhh! I must have been really stupid! All this while, I have been calling out to him in my dreams or my imagination, but only today, everything was as clear as day! How could I have been so daft?

"Cullen, this isn't funny. My clothes!" I shout at him after a short period of silence.

He smiles, and waves his arms. I look down at my body as a strange outfit forms over me. It is not as fancy as the clothes I was wearing before we entered the cave, but at least it covers my body from his lecherous stares.

"It's the fashion of this period," Cullen explains. I scrutinise him to realise the fact that he is wearing a matching outfit now, as opposed to his extravagant 'demon getup'. 

We are dressed in what Cullen calls 'traditional jeans'. Indeed, it looks very different from the style of jeans we wear in our world, seemingly plain and... blue. Almost devoid of any patterns, it looks like we are just wearing pyjamas trousers.

Yet, even my home-wear seems more stylish than this. Is this what the people of 2012 in this world would wear and was considered fashionable?

I scrutinise the trousers which Cullen called jeans. There are holes in the material making it rather unsightly. And this was-no- is trendy??

Cullen seems amused by what I am thinking, and I gather that he is again reading my mind. Does he even get bored of it?

"Nah, I enjoy reading your thoughts, Miss Lu Shengyi," he grins at me devilishly. Yes, devilishly - the best word to describe him!

"Do you want me to start thinking about another man?" I torment him, dusting my new clothes and creating some distance between us.

"You!" he shouts in a panic, pointing a long slender finger at me. "Tell me that you will take those words back!"

Huh, this man is the most powerful creature I have ever known to exist (considering I don't know any or have seen any ghosts or more fearsome creatures) and yet, just a few words throws him off balance!

"What if I don't?" I decide to play along with him. I know he won't come close to taking my life, or he would have not assisted me to be reborn!

 He grabs me before I can say a further word and holds me in the air. I dangle from his arms, shrieking as he pins both my arms against a flat corner of the cave. But before I can continue screaming, his lips inhibit a word from leaving my mouth.

It was the second time he had kissed me in the cavern, and this time, I relished in the taste of his hot lips on mine. This instance was more thrilling than the first time, basically because it felt tremendously warm, and the first kiss had been icy-cold.

"Miss Lu, you are wandering into dangerous territory," I heard his voice echo inside my mind, but I can't feel more into the passion of this hot kiss compared to the 'stinging cold kiss' earlier.

And I welcome him with much eagerness. Forget that I never experienced a man, or that I have never gone past kissing with Shan Hanyu. He seems delighted to read my thoughts, and without asking for permission, his fingers crept down the lengths of my thin jeans to tickle my sensitive thighs.

This time, I said out loud and clear in my mind, "I yield, my devil. I yield."