Chapter 244 - 45th Floor
She was unlike anything he had heard about her. The only sign that she shouldered a heavy burden of grief was her extremely pale face and her watery eyes. Other than that, she was the complete opposite.
The truth was that she had just grown accustomed to shouldering grief, and she did not just allow it to take control of her. Most times, she would just drown in her pleasures rather than hyperfixate on something that did not matter.
Jacob was probably one of the only people who had remained unfazed under her gaze and in the face of her extreme beauty and charm, and she knew because she was able to feel the vibrations that exuded from him and tell the rate of his heartbeat.
This only made her more infatuated with him, as most men fell to their knees and begged for her affection or offered unsolicited gifts to her. Coupled with Jacob’s strength, she just had to have him, no matter the cost.
"Why are you here?" Jacob’s voice was flat, his face had a listless expression as he inquired.
"What? I can’t come congratulate my favorite warrior anymore?" Her voice was ethereal, only befitting of a goddess, as she struck a seductive but natural pose before him, one that accentuated her perfect curves and luscious mounds.
"I don’t need your congratulations. I’m fine on my own. I also have something to do in a bit." Jacob was rude to her. He knew that his abrasiveness would only move her to push further and harder at getting him in her bed.
"What? You have a lover here already? Jacob, I didn’t think you would be that quick, meanwhile you continue to starve me." She smirked slightly and bit her index finger.
Jacob sighed. He was already tired of her advances, but all he could do for now was keep her at a distance. Forcing him was impossible, and he considered her smart enough not to try something like that.
He stood up and took a few steps until he was standing right before her, only a few inches away from her face. She tightened her expression and blinked repeatedly, her thighs pressed together as she smelled his scent. She felt as though she would faint at any moment.
"I already told you, I do not accept your offer." Jacob’s voice was cold, and he still maintained the listless expression plastered across his face, utterly unfazed by her clear physical prowess.
"You haven’t even given thought about it properly. Jacob, I could satisfy you in ways that no woman could." She said as she ran a finger across his torso, from the middle of his chest to the visible V-line just above the waistline of his undergarment.
"I have thought about it, and I refuse." Jacob removed her hand. Although his body had betrayed him, his mind was still intact. He would not allow this woman to deceive or impede his chances of completing the tower in record time.
"Why then does your body say otherwise?" She smiled innocently as she looked down, twirling her finger in her hair.
The first time Jacob met her, she was not as obvious as she was at this moment. It was very clear that she was currently in heat and hadn’t just come to flirt. Unfortunately for her, she would not be getting anything from him. There were a million other men in the tower. She could choose from any one of them.
"It’s a normal human reaction. That part of my body has a mind of its own." Jacob looked around and discovered that no one else seemed to be seeing the goddess that he was talking to at this moment.
Elyssara, noticing, said, "Don’t worry, Jacob, they cannot see me. I am a goddess, and I can choose to only reveal myself to one person at a time. And I choose you..." She said and looked him up and down, biting her lip. The fact that he was looking down on her, considering how tall he was, made her even more drawn to him. She also stood at a staggering 6’1", considering she was a goddess, but she was still significantly shorter than Jacob, who stood at 6’7". "But I want you to do more than reveal myself to you. Grant me this, and whatever you wish will be yours."
"Look, Elyssara... you are very beautiful. But I cannot. And that is final." Jacob said and immediately called Uga to his side. "I have two hours before my meeting, so I’ve decided to go back to the arena. You’re free to watch, but know that it will never go past that."
Elyssara said nothing. She watched Jacob show his back to her. A black portal door opened before them, and Jacob walked in with Uga. In less than 3 seconds, the door had vanished once again into oblivion.
The goddess stood there with her soaked thighs pressed together, her face blushed red, and her lips curved into a wide smile that exposed every single tooth that lay in her mouth.
All of Jacob’s rejection had caused her to feel even more infatuated with him, and she knew right there and then that she would stop at nothing.
"If it’s the last thing I do, Jacob, you will be mine," she muttered to herself and then turned around, dematerializing instantly.
Jacob, on the other hand, had stepped onto the 45th floor of the tower, which was the same as the rest, as usual. He could already see his opponent standing there and waiting for him.
This was the first time that he had stepped into the arena and someone was waiting for him. He knew already that the battle would be interesting.
The man was middle-aged. He sat on the hilt of a large sword, with the blade standing upright and its tip resting firmly on the ground. He sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, with his hands resting on his knees. His expression was calm and relaxed as he looked ahead, as if sitting on a sword was the most normal thing in the world.
Jacob stepped onto the stone slab with a calm expression...