Chapter 132: VOL 2 - 77: Control yourself.
In a forgotten corner of the planet Aranta, there lay a beautiful jungle island, where a crescent-shaped arc of fine, white sand stretched out, cradling the crystal-clear waters of a sea that mirrored the sky like a mirror. It was so clear that the bottom was dotted with colorful corals and fish swimming peacefully. When the sun dipped toward the horizon, the sky filled with shades of orange, pink, and purple, painting the water with brushstrokes that made the island seem as though it floated on a sea of flames.
On one side of the beach, beneath a large white umbrella, sat a handsome young man on a sleek, stylish white beach chair. He wore nothing but black knee-length swim trunks and sunglasses, though the most striking feature of the young man was undoubtedly his hair, which seemed adorned with stars and galaxies.
Beside the young man lay two wolf pups on the white sand, one pure white and the other deep black, casually chewing on small bones suited to their size, with silly expressions that made them look incredibly tender and adorable.
As the young man reclined on his beach chair, carefree, sipping a delicious cocktail that seemed made from clouds of different colors. A luxurious pale blue tent, located a short-distance away, swayed as if there was a lot of movement inside.
After a while, Erik felt a gaze from the tent and turned to look at it with a smile on his face. Only to find Sigrún peeking her head out through the fabric with a mischievous grin, making her look both adorable and sensual at the same time.
"Erik, pay close attention, don't look away, okay?" Sigrún spoke in a cheerful and playful tone, to which Erik responded with a smile.
"Alright, I'll watch carefully."
"Good, I trust you, hehe." Sigrún said with a laugh, before pulling her head back inside the tent and closing it, so nothing could be seen from outside.
Not long after, the entrance to the tent swung open, and out stepped Eleonora with an elegant yet seductive stride. Her wavy chestnut hair swayed in the beach breeze, while her fair skin almost glowed in the sunlight, and her golden eyes seemed to shine like precious metal.
Eleonora wore a bikini in ivory and gold tones, with intricate details that looked like threads of sunlight woven into the fabric. The top, designed like a bralette, delicately accentuated her ample bust, with a subtle lightning-shaped ornament in the center that seemed to capture the light around it. Meanwhile, the bottom consisted of a small thong with similar golden decorations, featuring two pairs of straps that hugged her narrow waist perfectly, with a central ornament matching the one on her top.
With a unique style full of elegance, Eleonora "strutted" across the sand, a confident smile on her face, feeling satisfied with her disciple's captivated gaze. But after she had walked a good distance, Sigrún emerged from the tent, showcasing her golden hair and eyes of the purest, deepest blue, reflecting the sky and sea in her gaze. She began to "strut" with ease and subtle movements that exuded sensuality.