The Return Of The Exiled Villain-Chapter 185: A Trip To The City Of Sword & Magic (IV)

Chapter 185: A Trip To The City Of Sword & Magic (IV)
After that round, Gray calmly withdrew from the game.
Almost immediately, the rest of the girls followed him out, one after another, as if it were the most natural decision in the world.
Their excuses... weren’t the best, but it worked somehow.
Ronan, Adrian, and Leon were fucking jealous of this.
How could Gray have so many beauties in love with him despite having the worst reputation in the entire capital?!
Then, since the sun was already setting, they decided to call it a night, choosing the safest clearing they had explored so far to set up camp.
"Gray~," Lyra whispered suddenly, leaning close enough that her breath brushed his ear.
"Let’s sleep together~"
Of course, Lyra and Gray had the same tent to sleep in.
Gray looked at Lyra in surprise at how scandalous her words actually were. Noticing his gaze, Lyra’s face flushed slighly.
"...N-not like that," she muttered quickly.
"I’m not ready yet."
Gray raised an eyebrow.
"No worries, I have plenty of women to satisfy my nee—"
Thud!
"—Agh!" Gray staggered slightly, rubbing his shoulder.
"What was that for?"
"Hmph!" Lyra huffed, crossing her arms tightly and turning her head away.
Her expression screamed irritation, but her body language betrayed her completely as she was clearly waiting for him to comfort her.
"That’s what you get for teasing me," she said stubbornly.
Gray sighed at this.
Then, without warning, he bent down and scooped her up effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back.
A classic bridal carry.
"Kyaa!" Lyra yelped, instinctively grabbing onto his collar.
Her heartbeat spiked almost instantly as she stared into his hypnotic rings.
"Don’t be mad, princess," Gray said calmly as he started walking toward their tent. "Even if they have my body, you’re the only one who has my hear—"
"—GRAAAAAAAYYY!!!"
Thud, thud!
"Agh! I’m joking!" he protested as another hit landed.
"I said I’m joking!!"
...
The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the thin fabric of the tent.
Gray woke up slowly.
The first thing he noticed was the familiar hands wrapping around him.
Lyra was curled against him, her head resting comfortably on his arm, her soft breathing hitting the collar of his neck.
One of her legs was draped over his, while her hands were wrapped firmly around his sides, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go.
Her usually expressive and mischievous face was quite peaceful now. And the faint smile on her lips caused Gray also smile.
She truly was beautiful.
Gray didn’t move right away.
He simply lay there, staring at the ceiling of the tent, listening to her breathing, feeling the steady rise and fall of her body against his.
"...Tsk," he muttered quietly.
Careful not to wake her, he adjusted his arm slightly, letting her settle more comfortably. But of course, even if she was comfortable, he definitely wasn’t.
Why?
Because of a phenomenon called morning wood.
Yep, he was hard as fuck, especially when Lyra’s body moved slighly, causing her leg to brush against his hardened cock.
"...Status."
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Status Panel
✵———]
Name
: Gray Vireux D’Aurélion [2]
Titles
: Vessel of Beauty & Destruction, Exiled Noble, Incubus In Human Form
Race
: Human (?)
Class
: [✧ Clown (High) ✧]
Rank
: Intermediate Grandmaster (76%)
Unique Skill
: [✧Swap✧]
Unique Talent
: Nullification [260/260]
Active Skills
: Puppet Strings (Class), Madman’s Mirror (Class), Nine Illusionary Dream Steps [0% (9th Step)], Dimensional Storage
Passive Skills
: Blessing of Beauty (Vessel Skill), Laughing Veil (Class), Combat Intuition
Ultimate Skills
: Final Masquerade (Class)
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’...My cultivation is indeed raising faster than expected, even if I’m not cultivating.’ Gray thought inwardly, his eyes narrowing slighly.
He wasn’t cultivating these days.
Yet his cultivation kept rising on its own as if his body had already been set on a path that refused to slow down.
"...Is he that eager to take over my body?"
Obviously, Gray wasn’t stupid.
For someone who inherited the memories of an insane genius, of course, he too would be some kind of genius.
And he knew that his body was cultivating on its own, probably because of some kind of technique the other Gray had put on his body.
And to his calculations, from the speed of it, it seemed like he would reach the Great Grandmaster realm in a matter of weeks!
This was simply amazing... as Gray, before, needed more than a month to break through a single layer in the Master realm!
He didn’t know how the other Gray was doing this... but even if he successfully won over him, he would be able to know how!
After all, the eaten soul would have his memories and skills taken by the other.
However... there was a single problem.
Jasmine.
She was acting a little strange, and Gray grew suspicious of her the moment she asked when he was going to get divinity to her.
Before, he would be normal about this question, and that’s how he acted in that moment. But inwardly, he truly was suspicious.
After all... the other Gray could now take over his body when he wanted. However, he wasn’t sure if he could assume the soul contract.
And probably couldn’t, and that was him overthinking.
"...It seems our battle will happen in the Great Grandmaster realm after all."
"Mhmm..."
A soft sound interrupted his thoughts.
After a few minutes, Lyra finally stirred in her sleep, moving slightly against him, her lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Finally woke up?" Gray asked with a small smile.
Lyra blinked twice before rubbing her eyes lightly.
"Haaaaum... yeah, I did," she yawned lightly before burying her face into Gray’s neck once again, causing his body to shiver slighly.
Her hot breath on his neck was simply a tease for him.
"..."
Gray tried to remain silent, but soon, a mischievous hand slowly descended from his sides to a lower region.
This action probably wasn’t on purpose, however...
"Huh? What is this hard thing?"
Grip!
She squeezed it slighly, and in that instant, her face turned red like a tomato as she felt a heat coming from it.
Then, she cautiously looked upwards, just to see Gray’s blank face as he stared down at his lower region where her hand was placed.
"..."
"..."
This time, both of them remained silent as Lyra slowly retracted her hand from his hardened, steaming hot cock.
"W-why..." she muttered lighly, waking Gray from his trance.
"W-why are you hard?!" she shouted lightly.
Gray’s eyes widened at her question, and he looked at her face like he was looking at an idiot.
"What do you mean by why?! You’re in your underwear, how am I supposed to not be hard?! Do you realize how beautiful you are?!"
Lyra’s face flushed even more.
She even kept quiet since she didn’t know how to reply to his words. At this, Gray sighed deeply before removing Lyra’s hand from his body and sitting up.
He grabbed his clothes and slowly started putting them on.
"W-where are you going?" Lyra also sat up, a bit scared that Gray was mad at her or something.
After putting on his shirt, Gray turned to her and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
"Smoke."
"Ah..."
He got out of the tent and instantly noticed Claire, apparently the only one awake besides them, eating a piece of bread.
"Yo!"
Gray instantly walked towards her, and hearing his voice, Claire turned to look at him and waved at him with a smile.
"Morning, Gray!" she beamed at him.
"Morning."
He took a cigarette from the pack and silently put it to his mouth before looking at Claire slighly, who instantly understood what he wanted.
Fwisp!
A small flame appeared on her index finger as she pressed it against the tip of the cigarette, lighting it up.
"Haah..."
Gray exhaled in relief, letting out a curling cloud of smoke.
But strangely, Claire didn’t continue eating her bread, and instead, she kept looking at him with a curious gaze.
Gray noticed after a few seconds.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked calmly.
Claire blinked, then laughed lightly, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Ah, sorry! I was just... curious," she admitted.
"I’ve never tried one before. I was wondering what a cigarette tastes like."
That earned a short chuckle from Gray.
"Heh."
He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, holding it between two fingers, then extended it toward her, careful to offer the unlit end.
"Want a drag?"
Claire hesitated only a moment before nodding. She leaned closer, lips parting slightly as she wrapped them around the tip.
She inhaled... hard.
"Kh—!"
Bad decision.
"Cough! K-KHAA—!"
She recoiled instantly, coughing violently, eyes squeezing shut as tears welled up at the corners.
Her shoulders shook as she staggered back a step, hand flying to her chest.
"Ughh! It burns!"
"Pffttt!" Gray couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, shaking his head as he took the cigarette back.
"You’re supposed to suck it lightly," he teased her lightly.
He tapped the cigarette once, ashes falling softly to the ground.
Claire sniffed, tears swelling up in her eyes, as her face flushed slighly, but she was surprisingly smiling through it.
"...I thought it’d be sweeter," she muttered weakly.
Gray exhaled another thin stream of smoke, glancing at her sideways.
"Yeah..." he muttered lighly, looking at the curling smoke that drifted towards the sky.
"Most people do."