Book 8: Chapter 6
“Wake up, son. Wake up.”
I rubbed my eyes. I could see a gold silhouette in front of me pushing me in my hazy state. Vyvyan, who was in front of me, shook my arm. I looked at her face with puzzlement.
‘Why has Vyvyan appeared before me dressed in a seductive purple night-gown?’
“Wake up. Today’s ceremony is your ascension of the throne ceremony.”
“What…? Ascension…?”
I didn’t have the foggiest idea as to what happened. I blankly looked at Vyvyan in her night gown. I looked at her ample melons dangling in front of me that looked akin to mangosteens wrapped in a purple fruit peel, with a milk-white flesh inside dripping with seduction. I gulped my saliva. My rationality had yet to wake, but my lust was gradually rising up.
I subconsciously reached my hand out and pinched those mangosteens. Vyvyan froze for a moment, and then a red flush appeared on her beautiful face. She pressed her hand on mine. She didn’t push my hand away. She just firmly pressed it on mine. With a blushing face, Vyvyan shyly spoke in a soft voice, “Mommy just told you that it’s not time to be doing this sort of stuff… You’re going to be late…”
I felt my reasoning crumble.
‘Is this a dream or reality? If it’s a dream, why does the feeling in my hand feel so realistic? But if it’s reality, then that’s more frightening… No, no. It must be a dream, because Vyvyan is definitely on the elven side, not here. Well, since it’s a dream, it doesn’t matter what I do right?’