Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 827

Sylas gazed toward the woman sitting on top of him. She might very well be the only maiden in the world capable of glaring in such a situation. One would have thought that he was her enemy rather than a man she was, well… quite connected with right now.

For a moment, Sylas couldn’t help but try and angle his eyes down, only to feel another strong yank at his Madness Key.

"No, no, no. I’m still very mad at you. You don’t get to look." She continued to glare down from above, an arm crossed over her chest and seemingly fighting for its life as her breasts still threatened to spill out.

Sylas met her gaze again and then slowly sat up.

Cassarae winced, then quickly tried to hide it. But it distracted her enough that she didn’t react in time to Sylas wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping their positions.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, looking down at himself and shaking his head.

This amount of blood, even for a first time, wasn’t normal. She had done more than just break the flesh she was meant to; she had really hurt herself.

"What are you—?"

"It’s not supposed to hurt," Sylas said softly. "If you take your time, it’s not meant to."

Cassarae was confused by the words until she found a ten-million-coin Elixir being pressed to her lips.

She couldn’t even react again to do much other than instinctively swallow. It was either that or choke on it, so it only seemed natural.

With the pain all concentrated in one region, she also instinctively used the Targeted Healing Elixir precisely the way it was meant to.

By the time she was healed, she found Sylas using a damp towel to wipe away what she assumed had been a pretty ghastly sight.

For the first time, she felt embarrassed.

It felt like she was a child being reprimanded silently for doing something stupid. But then she began to feel irritated like this. He was always like this, he always knew how to infuriate her the absolute most.

"Give me that!"

Cassarae snatched the towel away before Sylas could throw it away. This time, it was Sylas who couldn’t react before it was stored, vanishing from sight.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Cassarae snarled, crossing her legs and covering her chest. "You have no right to judge me. Tell me the truth, how many women did you go over there and fuck?"

"… You are my first," Sylas said calmly.

Cassarae seemed startled by this response, so much so that she ended up coughing awkwardly and turning away from his gaze.

Sylas could have sworn he saw a hint of embarrassment and no subtle smile beneath it all.

"Well, that’s only natural. You’re mine, after all," she said, coughing a few more times.

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

This woman… really didn’t embarrass easily. This sort of situation made that obvious enough. He probably couldn’t name another woman who would be capable of the same thing even if he tried. That wasn’t to say that none existed, but they were at the very least quite rare and unique.