bookandnovel Chapter 113: Chills And Spills(1)(R18)
Chapter 113: Chills And Spills(1)(R18)
Chapter 113: Chills And Spills(1)(R18)With all that being said and done, Steve and Fiona proceeded forward.
Luckily—perhaps too luckily—Fiona possessed superhuman strength. That alone made their journey manageable.
With her aiding the injured Magic Guard, the trio pressed deeper into the forest, following the trail left behind by Maggie. It wasn’t long before their boots found rhythm with the whispers of the woods, each step a silent prayer for answers.
They wandered. Steve, Fiona, and the guard—
Even as he sat upright, trying to keep his spine straight, his vision blurred in and out. He blinked it away. Again. And again.
But it was no use.
Eventually, time crept along, and his eyes began to close in longer intervals.
It was time.
With effort, he pushed himself up, crossed the cave quietly, and gently shook Fiona awake.
"Your shift." he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
Fiona stirred, nodding without protest, and slowly moved to take his place.
Steve returned to the back of the cave, letting his body finally relax. As he lay down on the hard ground, he welcomed the discomfort. He was already getting used to it by now.
His thoughts barely had time to drift before sleep took him.
And then, in due time, the night passed.
***
Light began to spill softly across the forest, threading golden beams through the canopy. The air was still. The forest, for now, was quiet.
Steve stirred in his sleep, his body shifting against the stone floor, mumbling incomprehensibly as his legs twitched.
Then, with a faint exhale, his lips parted.
"...ac...activate..."
[Ding!]
A system notification rang sharply through the silence.
>[Skill Activated: Skill CharmMaster]
The message hovered before him in pale-blue glow, but Steve remained mostly asleep—still hovering in that hazy, drowsy place between waking and dreaming.
Fiona, meanwhile, was outside.
She sat perched on a stone at the mouth of the cave, her long legs folded, her eyes half-lidded and flickering over the dark forest. Her watch had passed without incident. And now, morning had returned.
She should’ve felt relief. But something else lingered instead.
A thought.
Her eyes flicked backward, almost involuntarily—toward the cave’s interior, where Steve lay. She hesitated. Then turned fully, peeking into the shadows.
Her mind drifted.
’I didn’t expect that yesterday.’ she thought, her brow furrowing, lips twitching into something between amusement and confusion.
Then she frowned, resting a hand on her temple.
’I was unreasonable.’ she admitted.
’That’s interesting. I was actually unreasonable...’
The admission annoyed her. Not because it wasn’t true—but because it was.
Her hand dropped, brushing her hair back from her cheek. She exhaled sharply through her nose, hissing under her breath.
"Why now?" she muttered.
Her gaze slid down. And there he was.
Steve, lying on the stone floor. His body tense even in sleep, the faint lines of muscle visible beneath the dim light. His brow twitched in dream, his lips still parted slightly from whatever he had murmured earlier.
But that wasn’t what drew her attention.
No, it was the very obvious outline of his morning wood pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Thick. Long. Imposing.
A sharp ache shot through her gut.
Her breath caught in her throat.
’Why am I feeling this way...?’ she thought, her thighs unconsciously squeezing together as her eyes lingered.
’Why am I craving him right now of all times...’