Chapter 32: That Woman...

Saint Erde Cathedral.

Under the moonlight, plane trees cast dappled shadows. A cool breeze rustled the autumn-yellow leaves, making them sway like ghostly apparitions.

Felix wandered amidst this mesmerizing view, clad in a large black cloak. His handsome face was hidden in the shadows, with only his dark brown eyes shining brilliantly like stars.

Lady Ireland was, after all, leaving. At this thought, Felix's heart grew heavy, filled with sadness, sorrow, and a fear of loss. He reminded himself that he never really had her, so how could he lose her?

Ahead, the bell tower of Saint Erde Cathedral appeared. The structure, painted in white lime, shone brilliantly under the divine light, even at night.

Felix's steps involuntarily slowed down further. Perhaps it was fear, longing, or the profound love he felt for this woman who had changed his fate. Was he avoiding? Maybe. Arriving a bit later would delay hearing her say goodbye—just a little later, and then a little more.

The nuns of Saint Erde Cathedral were few, but each one was beautiful and pure, for Lady Ireland loved virgins, especially the sweet taste of their pure blood. Once, in front of Felix, this madwoman bit into the neck of a lovely nun with an innocent face. She caressed her gently, even slipping her pale fingers beneath the nun's wide white robes, moving from her full chest downward, teasingly.

The pure-faced nun flushed deeply, quivering softly in front of Felix, until she spasmed.

A playful smile adorned Lady Ireland's seductive face. She placed her finger into Felix's mouth and then leaned down to kiss him with lips as soft as rose petals. Amidst faint moans, this enchantress whispered, "My dear little Felix. You must always remember...

"Light does not necessarily mean justice..."

Felix was acutely aware of how much this sometimes eccentric woman had changed him, teaching him more than he could have ever imagined. She had transformed an arrogant, naive child into someone who now understood the world's intricate rules.

Felix couldn't quite discern his feelings. He was grateful to Lady Ireland, felt deeply attached to her, harboring an affection akin to a child's love for a mother who shields them from storms.

She was the woman who had tenderly touched his head and whispered in the world's most gentle voice, "From today, you are not without. Because you have me." She was the proud queen who held him close, pressing him against her ample bosom, proclaiming, "In this world, no one but me can dictate your fate." She was the playful one who'd sneak kisses, mischievously lifting his chin to declare, "God is a bit crazy."

She was the woman who slowly captured his heart, occupied his mind, teaching him what love and attachment truly meant...

...

The room bathed in soft pink tones, warm and inviting. The vast space was sparsely decorated, but the most eye-catching piece was the enormous bed draped in a light purple velvet cover. On the bed lay a woman, lazy and alluring. She was dressed in a pure white ceremonial robe, perfectly accentuating her elegant and voluptuous figure. Her ample bosom strained against the fabric, creating an enticing view. Supporting her sultry face with one hand, she gazed seductively at Felix. For a moment, she resembled a fallen mermaid or a seductive siren from the abyss.

The air was thick with an intoxicating scent. Being adept at alchemy, Felix instantly identified aphrodisiac ingredients.

Like a docile kitten, Felix removed his large black cloak and slowly approached the enticing Lady Ireland. He wrapped his arms around this mermaid-like figure, resting his head against her soft, warm chest, rubbing gently...

To Lady Ireland's surprise, instead of succumbing to the passionate atmosphere she had so meticulously set up, Felix displayed an unexpected tenderness. She had hoped to offer him a mesmerizing night before her departure.

The damp sensation against her chest made Lady Ireland gently lift Felix's face, only to find glistening tears in his eyes. An unexplained pang of pain struck her heart, and she pulled the young man, so much younger than herself, into a tight embrace.

This was the same young man who had once defiantly proclaimed before her, "I have nothing but my life!" The same one who, despite trembling under her whip, stubbornly wielded his sword. The one who'd studied "The Teachings" until late at night, eventually falling asleep on the table. The young man who now cried in her embrace for the first time.

"Can you not leave?" Felix clung to her soft, curvaceous body. Even though he knew the answer, he still needed to ask, clinging to even a fraction of hope.

Lady Ireland tenderly caressed Felix's beautiful brown hair. Bending down, she placed a gentle kiss on his handsome cheek, sighing, "It's my destiny, and the mission of Saint Elouan."

Felix was silent, and then he slowly opened his lips and bit his plump boobs lightly, and he sucked slowly like a baby sucking breast milk.

Tears dropped from his eyes, falling onto the white breast, splitting like shattered pearls.

He lifted his head, gently pressing his lips to Lady Ireland's crystalline earlobe, whispering, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

It turned out I'm not as rational and cold-hearted as I thought. I too can feel pain, fear goodbyes, and find it hard to let go of someone. I can fall in love with a woman...

Lady Ireland passionately kissed Felix, licking his earlobe like the gentlest of kittens, taking in his flushed handsome face.

Lady Ireland slowly reached out, grasping young Felix. Her snow-white ceremonial robe slid off her body, revealing her soft, jade-like figure, which she draped over Felix, murmuring in an almost moaning voice:

"My beloved Felix, do you know how long I've waited for this moment? From the day I first saw you, I wanted to hold you like this.

"Do you know? Initially, I just wanted you to fill my emptiness, but you chased away my loneliness...I love you too, my little kitten..."

Suddenly, Felix bit down hard on Lady Ireland's ample bosom, leaving a distinct mark on her soft skin. As she let out a moan-like cry of pain, he flipped her over, pinning the voluptuous siren beneath him.

A flush spread across Lady Ireland's alluring face, and with a sultry moan, she whispered, "My dear Felix. You've finally had your way..."

The ravishing vampire offered her other breast to Felix, murmuring, "I want more..."

"My Lady, you've given me the most precious gift in this world. I have a gift for you too."

Felix, catching his breath, caressed and kissed every inch of the woman beneath him. The demonic tattoos on his body glowed a faint red, moving like living creatures. The red light enveloped them, filling the entire room...

...

"My beloved kitten. If I succeed, the heavens will echo my prophecy. If I fail, it will bring you my keepsake..."

Lady Ireland, with her long legs wrapped around Felix and her slender, supple waist, removed a necklace from her fair neck. Hanging from it was a statue of the Virgin Mary - one half with the wings of an angel and the other half with the wings of a demon...

Felix remained silent, only flipping Lady Ireland beneath him once more.

Tonight, sleep was out of the question...

Some things are mere wishes in a lifetime...

When you wish to grow old with a woman, you realize you truly love her.