I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 715: How to Not Get Eaten by Your Girlfriend

Chapter 715: How to Not Get Eaten by Your Girlfriend

The following day, Adam woke up to the bars of soft sunlight filtering through his room’s windows. In the light, dried sweat glistened on the carpets, wooden floor, walls, and blankets.

Even Misha, fast asleep beside him, seemed to radiate in the aftermath, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Her crumpled peach dress lay discarded in the corner, the fabric cool where it had once clung to her skin.

"The entire day... I can’t believe I... we..." he muttered, covering his face with his palm, locks of hair cascading between his fingers. Her touch, her warmth—all the feelings they had discovered—still lingered on his skin, and his body reacted with the same might it had yesterday. 1

Genuine fear slithered beneath his skin, making him shudder as he gently stored these sensations in an imaginary drawer in his mind. He couldn’t spend his days indulging... even if the temptation seared through his muscles.

With a sigh, he delicately removed Misha’s arm from his torso. As he sat up, however, her hand wrapped around his shoulders. He heard her yawn behind him, and the flutter of the sheets sliding down her skin.

Her warm breath tickled his neck, rendering his attempts to restrain himself almost useless. "Morning, Mr. Beast. Should we go for round..." She paused for a second, then chuckled. "Who cares about the number?"

A dry gulp slid down his throat. Breath ragged, he suppressed the urge to turn. He knew he wouldn’t resist her golden eyes, fine lips, and curves.

He coughed, the resistance tearing at his heart. Nevertheless, he removed her arm and rose to his feet. "Our guests will grow uneasy if we spend another day without checking on them. Why don’t we postpone round whatever for later—after we safely join the archipelago and have time to relax?"

"You’re no fun..." Misha let him go, sighing. "Around three weeks? That’s too much." She leaned closer, softness pressing on his back as she bit his earlobe. "Let’s cut your exploration time to a week. Then, you’re mine."

Frozen stiff, heart drumming in his ears, he waited for her to release him. Even as she put on a white dress covered in lush leaf patterns, he didn’t dare sneak a peek.

After silk rustled on skin and a broad sash was tied in an elegant bow tie at her back, she chuckled. "You were right about our guests, and I’m proud of your expedition from two days ago. Why don’t you visit the rogue mages on your own for this week, while I help Wei and William manage the city?"

She drew circles on his back, her touch electrifying enough for him to answer through gritted teeth. "Whatever you want, evil temptress!"

"Hahaha!" Her grin reached her sparkling eyes. "That’s not what you called me yesterday, though. What was it..."

Before she could continue, he face-palmed, while he zipped space open to the rough location of the next mage’s dwelling. Without wasting a second, he leapt between the rocks on the other side. He didn’t turn until he rounded a side of the rocky hill as space snapped shut behind him.

Even then, he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder, dreading to see her grinning behind. Only after a moment passed and the hill’s foot remained barren did he groan.

"I’m never doing it again. I knew it was a trap all along." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, Julius... I hope you listened to me and never strayed from cultivation, my boy. Women are... scary."

A frown creased his brow. He had been scary, too... Shit. Those matters were too new and confusing for him.

As he brooded over how to balance their feelings with their obligations, a voice suddenly cut through his pondering.

"Ay, little brother. Women are indeed something else. The last one I spent time with kept complaining about sizes. Ah! That witch even called my proud dragon a cute pork tail."

He raised a brow, turning toward the voice’s source. There, a few dozen steps away, he saw a bearded man seated in a cave carved into the hill. A campfire crackling in front of him, skewered meat planted in the ground and dripping flavorful juices on the stones containing the flames.

The man gestured invitingly as Adam paused to inspect his precisely combed hair and the curled tips of his moustache, which lent him an air of refinement amplified by his attire.

An intricate coat unfurled to his thighs in shades of black and purple. At his right shoulder, a leathery pauldron covered in a magical beast pelt offered protection, while he caught the soft clangs of a hauberk beneath his shirt.

Finally, the gray scar cutting his brow, passing over his brown eye, down to his cheek, caught his attention.

He tilted his head, casting the man an empathetic look. "Size isn’t everything." But he didn’t know what to add without adding salt to the man’s injury. "I’m sure someone out there will be fine with a pork tail..."

The man clutched his chest, feigning a pained expression. Then he slapped his leg, laughing. "Hahaha! Did you miss the part about the proud dragon? No, little brother. That wench was just crazy. Hundreds of men this year alone, the bar’s drunkard said. With so many, I doubt even a horse would satisfy her."

Adam’s eyes widened, his mouth opening, then closing. Yet words refused to come out. Even his brain felt dumber after that vulgar joke.

The man wiped a tear from his eye. "Ah, youth. One day, you’ll understand." He bit into the meat. "Or maybe not. In the meantime, why do you share this meat with me?" He grimaced, muttering. "A pity I ran out of wine last week."

Adam moved toward the man, who pulled a tree stump for him to sit on. His gaze lingered on the bright fire for a moment before he produced a sealed bottle from his spatial ring. "I guess we’re lucky I have some wine."

He watched the man’s eyes light up, then narrow on his ring as he mumbled beneath his beard. "A cultivator? But I felt a mana disturbance..." frёewebnoѵēl.com

He reached for the dagger strapped at his back and the blade at his waist. Unfurling them with a metallic hum, he barked. "I don’t want to have anything to do with your sects, realm, or competitions! Get lost, you, your elders, and sect leader, for Yann’s patience is running thin."

Dark mana ignited in his eyes as a mischievous smirk spread across Adam’s face. Wasn’t this the best time to prank the man in revenge for his joke?

I don’t want to enter into details, so imagine what she can do with her DNA...

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