Chapter 137: [Too Evil]

Chip stood there dazed for quite a long time before he suddenly gave his own forehead a resounding smack.

Right! Next door!

His Highness must have gone next door to find that brat!!

After being stunned for a moment, Chip snapped back to his senses, immediately turned around, and bolted toward the door. Just as he reached the threshold, the curtain was suddenly flung aside, and a disheveled figure hurriedly slipped in. The two of them nearly collided head-on, both letting out a startled cry of "Ah."

Chip looked closely, and the person standing before him was none other than Adeline!!

Adeline looked flustered, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Startled by the unexpected collision with Chip, she let out an initial gasp and stepped backward, her eyes filled with panic and bewilderment.

"Your Highness!" Chip felt a surge of pleasant surprise. In his excitement, he failed to catch the trace of panic on Adeline's face and hurriedly guided her into the room, lowering his voice, "Where have you been?"

Adeline stammered for a moment before lowering her head and whispering, "I... I saw that you had been gone for a long time and didn't return, so I grew worried and wanted to go look for you."

Chip sighed as he looked at the Highness before him, but his expression suddenly shifted. "Huh? Your clothes..."

A blush instantly rose to Adeline's cheeks. Her original clothes had long since been torn to shreds by that bumpkin, and what she was currently wearing was a white long robe stripped off the white-dressed girl. Seeing Chip grow suspicious, Adeline feigned composure. "Um, just now when I went out to look for you, I accidentally bumped into a waiter. The wine stained my clothes, so I found a room and stole an outer garment from the wardrobe."

With a vague explanation, she muttered, "Alright, it's getting too late. I need to get back before my brother finds out."

Although Chip still had some lingering doubts, what Adeline said made sense under the circumstances, and with time pressing, he had no choice but to let the matter drop.

Chip led the way out, glancing around to the left and right before guiding Adeline in a swift departure. However, as they were walking down the stairs with Chip in the lead, he heard a soft cry of "Ouch" from Adeline behind him. Looking back, he saw the Highness with her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed and her rosy lips pursed, looking quite pained. Beneath that pain, there even seemed to be a lingering trace of shyness.

"Um, Your Highness?"

"Ah... I'm fine." Adeline forced a nonchalant expression. "I accidentally twisted my ankle just now. Let's hurry, don't delay our return time."

***

Neither of the two drunkards, Rur and Green, knew where they had wasted some time. When they finally staggered back all the way, the room was in complete disarray. The two of them collapsed onto the soft couch, caught their breath for a moment, and finally began to sober up gradually.

"Huh? Why does my eye socket hurt so much?"

"Aha! I remember now. Just now, it seemed like you kicked me in the backside."

The two fellows looked at each other and burst into loud laughter simultaneously. Green slapped his thigh. "Tonight's drinks were thoroughly satisfying! It's been many years since I got drunk with such complete enjoyment!"

Rur let out a drunken hiccup, then looked sideways with a smile. "Haha, I remember the last time I drank so uninhibitedly was at the Grand Duke's sixtieth birthday banquet."

The two suddenly fell silent, looked at each other, and sighed nostalgically for a moment. After a while, these two irresponsible fellows suddenly remembered something.

The fat man looked at Green. "Huh? I remember... there seemed to be another person... Ah! Where did that kid, Xavier, go?"

Green smiled. "I remember now, too. How did drinking and drinking end up with just the two of us? Don't worry, are you afraid someone will get lost here? He's probably carried off to some girl's bed."

With that, the two sat up and looked around. Green reached out and pointed to the small door at the back of the room. "Look! That brat must be in there."

"We were fighting outside while he was off enjoying romantic pleasures!" Rur said indignantly, completely forgetting that it was actually the two drunken fellows themselves who had run off earlier. He stood up, grabbed Green, and barged directly through the small door.

Just as the two were about to step inside, they heard a shout from Xavier coming from within.

"Ah!!!!!!"

***

The bumpkin sat up from the bed, his bare upper body covered in sweat, his forehead damp with perspiration as he panted heavily.

He had suddenly had a nightmare in his dream just moments ago. He dreamed that he was standing amidst a blazing sea of fire, his entire body burning with an unbearable, restless heat, the flames scorching him so intensely that even his heart felt as if it were about to split apart.

To make matters worse, there seemed to be swarms of blood-spitting, red-faced, and fanged monsters within the flames, roaring and brandishing their claws at him, lunging forward one after another. In his panic, he reached behind himself to grab the fire fork, only to discover in the dream that the fire fork was not by his side. Right at that moment, he suddenly saw a figure charge into the flames, like a gushing stream of cool, refreshing water cascading down, enveloping him from all sides. Instantly, the scorching heat caused by the flames finally vanished.

Only, as that watery glow enveloped him, it seemed to gently roll back and forth, and within the watery radiance, a figure vaguely appeared.

Hmm... Who could it be?

The bumpkin tried hard to see clearly, using both hands to grab and push with all his might until he finally parted the misty fog. The face that ultimately emerged from within was so familiar, glaring at him with a mixture of anger and fury, seemingly tinged with a hint of petulance and shyness. Looking closely, it actually turned out to be that pitiful wretch whom he hadn't seen for a long time?!

This shock to Xavier was no small matter. He instantly felt his entire body shudder, and then instinctively reached out to grab at the figure, but his grasp met only empty air.

Right at that moment, the surrounding fiery beasts lunged at him again. The pitiful wretch was bitten and dragged away by the monsters, drifting further and further away from him. Xavier chased after them with all his might, boundless rage surging in his heart, jumping up and down in fury. He rushed forward and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, finally beating away all the fiery monsters. But at the very end, all his strength suddenly vanished, and he collapsed weakly onto the ground.

In the dream, the pitiful wretch drew close to him, looking into his eyes. That face was undeniably familiar, yet the expression was one he had never witnessed in all his life—he felt a vague, underlying sense of impropriety, feeling as though such an expression had no business appearing on the face of the pitiful wretch, his own "good buddy." Yet, subtler still, at that very instant, the bumpkin instinctively felt as though such a gaze and such an expression brought a subtle sense of pleasure and enjoyment to his heart... In the dream, the pitiful wretch leaned close to him, that familiar face bearing a tender expression, and then... um, the pitiful wretch said, "I like you... Is there any place for me in your heart?"

Hearing these words, Xavier trembled violently all over, let out a miserable scream of "Ah," and snapped awake from the dream. He felt every hair on his body stand on end and shuddered a dozen times in a row, the eerie crawling sensation in his heart refusing to dissipate.

(Hell! Damnation! I must have gone insane!!! How could I dream up such a bizarre thing?! Damn it! It must be because of Oux! Because of that Heavenly Attack!! Damn it, is this kind of mountain-backing business contagious?!) Sneezing fiercely, Xavier shook his head hard to completely wake himself up, when his vision suddenly cleared and he saw a fat, greasy face looking at him with deep concern: "Xavier, what's wrong with you?"

Having just experienced such a scene in his dream, his heart was still palpitating with lingering fear, yet suddenly such a fat and leering face was thrust so close to him. Xavier instinctively let out a loud howl: "Ghost!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw a punch straight forward!

Bang!!!

Rur let out a miserable shriek, clutching his eye socket as he flew backward, crashing directly into the corner of the room.

Green was standing a bit further away from the bed. Seeing Rur sent flying by Xavier, he unfeelingly clapped his hands and roared with laughter: "Good, good, good! Well hit!"

Hearing Rur's miserable cry, Xavier regained his wits, steadied himself, and realized he had hit the wrong person. He hurriedly jumped down from the bed. "Huh? Fatty, are you alright?"

Rur sat in the corner, and seeing the bumpkin jump out of bed completely naked, he couldn't help cursing: "You bastard brat, you've had enough romantic pleasure, and when I kindly came to wake you up to go home, you actually hit me!"

Xavier gave an awkward chuckle, but suddenly his legs turned weak, making him feel dizzy and his mouth dry. He plopped down onto the bed and immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Xavier was not entirely unfamiliar with the feeling of physical weakness and dizziness; he had gotten drunk before, and such symptoms weren't strange. It was just that... his entire body was naked, with his clothes seemingly torn to shreds and scattered haphazardly across the bed and floor. That was rather bizarre. Moreover... subconsciously, he felt that somewhere on his body, things felt a bit strange... Although he was a virgin (though not anymore), he had long since reached adulthood and wasn't truly entirely ignorant. In the past, on occasional nights when his blood ran hot, he would also experience bizarre and colorful erotic dreams in his sleep. Though he couldn't remember the details of the dreams, the feeling of passionate excitement hadn't been forgotten, and then... waking up at dawn, he would mostly find himself—shamefully wet-dreaming.

At this moment, instinctively touching the root of his thighs, his hand came away sticky. No matter how thick the bumpkin's skin was, with two older men right in front of him, his face flushed beet red, almost ready to ooze blood.

Raising his head to look again, Rur was sitting in the corner clutching his eye socket and groaning, while Green beside him wore a rather sneaky smile. Then, his gaze caught sight of a girl lying on the floor, her jade-like body sprawled out, half-naked, and her facial features vaguely resembled the woman who had waited on him while drinking last night... Taking in the scene, the bumpkin's heart began to thump wildly:

Could it be... could it be that in his sleep, he had unknowingly lost his virginity?

Thinking of this, his facial expression became even more bizarre.

"Alright!" Green held back his smile. Seeing Xavier's clothes torn to shreds, he figured the