First Supreme (2)

Unknowingly, the servant with the food arrived while he was immersed in his thoughts. He needed to straighten up in his seat and quickly correct his posture. Davy swallowed and awkwardly looked at the servant. As it seemed, he thought too much.

The servant was not looking at him and was busy arranging the food on the small glass table. She was also bowing respectfully and didn't dare look at Davy. She was quite meticulous, although for some reason her hand trembled which was extremely noticeable.

Davy inspects the food... He couldn't identify them, and yet the food looked so appetizing, and even the smell they emitted was enough for Davy, who uses hunger as an excuse to become truly hungry.

Nonetheless, he did not lose sight of his goal. Davy sneakily glanced at the entrance to see where the NPC was earlier and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see the man. It would be awkward to ask the servant in his presence.

Since Davy suspected who the man was. At the very least, his aura gives the main character a vibe. Then his design? There's no way in hell it was cannon fodder in this game. He should be one of the Supremes. He needed some confirmation right now.

Davy cleared his throat and began speaking to the girl.

His action abruptly halted the girl, she stiffened from where she stood. Was this girl really that nervous? It was not like he would do something to her.

"Uhm... I just wanted to apologize because you had to serve in the middle of the night because of me," Davy tried to sound as friendly as possible.

The girl was startled at first, then hesitated, but eventually looked up and timidly met his gaze. Davy had to scrutinize this NPC at a glance, as was every player's habit. The girl appeared to be young, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old, and his black shoulder-length hair had some curls at the end. She was attractive, but not in an overly exaggerated way.

Davy looked away when he noticed the girl blushing. In embarrassment, he faked another cough. Finally, some less intimidating NPCs to talk to.

"It's all right... Your Highness," the girl said quietly and respectfully. Her voice was soft and low in pitch. Davy suspected that she was an introvert.

He nodded and smiled again to appear friendly, but the girl became flustered and her cheeks flushed. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he forced a smile. He forgot that this character of his looked... so deadly beautiful too.

So the servant calls him to that address and not just the system? Was he some kind of prince or what? He'd ask subtly for information.

"No... I had to apologize, so... what is your name?" Davy inquired, attempting to extend their conversation. No way, so what if this question sounds strange?

The girl fidgeted for a moment before responding as if she remembered something. "M-my name is... Lien, Your Highness," she replied shyly.

Davy nodded again... But he was already banging his head and forcing his brain to squeeze some questions out of him. Their time was limited, and who knew when the man would return?

"Oh, so Lien... how long are you serving in this... place?" he inquired further.

Not unlike earlier, while the girl still appeared bashful, she was now active enough to answer his question as though someone specifically instructed her to.

"I was born here to serve, Your Highness; our clan had been serving in the Chaos Place for years, and... I'm a personal servant for His Highness, so... you can always ask me what you wanted to know," the girl named Lien replied, albeit nervously.

Davy raised his brows at this answer. While she tries to be confident, her voice stutters and shakes. He didn't know, but he felt that it was so easy. And then... There was something strange about the way she responded.

While his mind was searching for what was wrong, something more logical came to mind first. Yes, perhaps she was the NPC who would help him through the game in addition to the system to fill in the gaps in his knowledge. She was, after all, the most ideal.

That made perfect sense. Davy's attention was drawn elsewhere. So he was in the Chaos Palace. The name wasn't the most imaginative, was it? It was almost given away for its purpose. The NPC could be... one of the Supreme?

Davy opened his mouth to ask another question when the servant began to panic and stood up and bowed in the direction of the door.

"Your Majesty Fallan," Lien saluted.

This piqued Davy's interest... So he was right! That NPC was one of the Supremes. And he was also the one named, Fallan. The realm's authoritative ruler. That aura and character design couldn't escape a player's gaze, he knew it! Even he was intimidated, so he had to be some big shot.

Davy looked in the direction of the door as well, and the man—Fallan— was approaching him. His steps were slow, but he was already by Davy's side after only a few strides. Long legs privileged, damn them.

His calm gaze lingered on Davy's for a few seconds before shifting to the bowing Lien.

"Hm, you can go back now," Fallan said, not harshly, but with more authority in his voice. Davy couldn't help but notice the difference between how he spoke to him and how he spoke to the others. He seemed to be very gentle with him.

The servant quickly bowed once more and excused herself. Davy was initially disappointed because he hadn't received enough information, however, he still had time. He would ask her another time.

For the time being, Davy's attention was drawn to the NPC who had intimidated him. Fallan, one of the Supremes of Chaos. He couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. Now that his suspicions were confirmed, he didn't know how to face this hot—ahem, this NPC again now that he knew he would be one of the ones he was supposed to... conquer.

What... the hell. It was finally starting to sink in. This guy was the one he would... Wait, Davy should stop imagining it. For fucks sake, this wasn't the right place.

Davy licked his luscious lips and closed his legs unconsciously. Because of him, the atmosphere had become ambiguous and hot once more. He did not appear to be as opposed to this idea as he had anticipated. No, it had to be the hormones. Yes, Davy was sure of it.

He notices in his peripheral vision that the NPC—Fallan–-was looking in his direction, and the next thing he did was sit down beside him on the couch. The couch wasn't big, but it could fit at least two people... by two people, it was the size of Davy and now that Fallan sat together, the couch seemed tight for the two of them. Their bodies were so close together that even small movements were hard to do unless Davy wanted to move closer to Fallan.

Davy had unknowingly found himself almost sitting on Fallan's lap at some point. Davy forced himself to breathe slowly and think of something other than his position. Not to be distracted by those well-defined muscles that almost embraced him. The skin-to-skin contact seemed to awaken something within him, as his breath became hotter again.

In his strange and uncomfortable state, his gaze was drawn to the man next to him. Davy was frozen and unable to look away. As if something had hypnotized him, he just stared at Fallan. His eyes drooped, and his pupils, which were black with a golden tinge, gradually darkened.

Davy noticed Fallan's blue eyes glowed with desire. His calm demeanor appeared to be a deceptive mask he wore to attract his prey. As Fallan's arm snaked back through his waists, the sensual ambiguity intensified.

While Fallan appeared to be thinking about something, Davy noticed that his condition had changed, particularly the glow in his eyes, which had previously been conflicted and now had more radiant colors.

Fallan reduced the distance even further, and Davy was now completely engulfed in his embrace, with Davy only leaning against Fallan's chest. Their bodies exchanged some body heat, giving Davy a tingling sensation. A desire he had never felt before.

Davy's eyes closed as he felt Fallan's lips smoothly kiss him on his right shoulder, the softness and the way he gently caressed his waist as he kissed him on the shoulder gave him a very familiar feeling. Other than the obvious desire... He could sense an emotion as if Fallan were reassuring them both.

With each passing second, the pent-up desires and emotions grew stronger. The hot kisses against Davy's shoulder continued until he could feel those lips at his right ear, silently kissing with a few audible whispers he couldn't understand but nodding as if he did.

His body had long been frozen and a puppet of his hidden desires, and the air grew hotter as if there was something crawling out beneath his skin that the man behind him could stop. It was insane because he had never felt such stimulation before and had no idea what to do. His mind, however, stilled and gave way to any unnecessary thoughts, allowing his desires to take control of his sanity. Davy had completely forgotten about the mission and the game at this point.

Davy parted his lips as he felt Fallan's lips move from his ears down his neck and into his jaw. He closed his eyes unconsciously, savoring the strange yet familiar sensation. Those strong arms around his waist began to trace his figure as the man seemed to want to transfer all his flared-up emotions in his touch, making Davy shiver and lean closer to Fallan.

As he explored his delicate body, the man gave a few fiery kisses, tracing his jaw. A gentle hand lifted Davy's chin, and he forced himself to open his eyes, only to be met by a calm yet obvious hint of hunger as the man stared at him-- a prey ready to surrender himself.

Mists formed in his eyes, inciting the other even further. Fallan's intense gaze fixed on Davy. When he tried to swallow some saliva, he discovered that his mouth and throat had long dried up.

Davy opened his mouth to say something, but only a few groans came out. Fallan's arousal seemed to deepen as desire flickered in those blue eyes of his.

Fallan's ocean-blue eyes glowed with intense yearning, and after a few seconds, the man couldn't take it any longer and fully kissed those lips he so desired.