I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 441: Arthur’s Past

Eric panicked and took a step back, unexpectedly reaching the edge of the bed; it was all because he had casually thrown his storage items under the bed.

Unable to dodge in time, Arthur’s handsome face suddenly magnified before his eyes.

He wanted to struggle and turn his head away, but heard Arthur’s hoarse voice ringing in his ear.

"I really want to lock you up here, keep you by my side forever, and make you my mate."

Fearing he really would have to stay on Dragon Island for the rest of his life, Eric’s pupils contracted, his body went stiff, suppressing the urge to dodge.

Arthur used considerable force, pressing Eric down. In Eric’s frightened eyes, Arthur lowered his head, the desire suppressed for many days exploding at this moment.

Their breaths entangled, and the ambiguous sound of fluids exchanging rang out.

Arthur used only one hand to pin both of Eric’s hands above his head, not allowing any resistance as he pressed down on the person in his arms - the person he missed day and night, the one he wished he could devour whole.

Eric regretted not dodging earlier. In this plundering kiss, his breath was almost stolen away, and now it was too late to resist. He tried to bite Arthur like in novels, hoping the pain would make the other let go.

But he had forgotten that the one whose lips and tongue were entangled with his was not a human, but a dragon.

Not only was he unsuccessful, but his action was also taken as a response. His lips and tongue were swept away in ecstatic joy, his hands could exert no strength, and the unfamiliar scent was completely different from Max’s.

Eric thought of the days in the tribe with Max, his heart aching like it was being cut, and tears couldn’t help but fall.

The helplessness and panic after arriving on Dragon Island, along with his longing for Max and his worry for the tribe and clansmen, all exploded at this moment, choking him into silence.

Arthur’s eyes looked even more sorrowful than his. He painfully kissed away the tears on Eric’s face, loosening his grip, and whispered:

"Why, why won’t you let me be your mate? Why are you crying? I really, I really..." love you very much.

[A soul contract forcibly signed; eventually, you will regret it.]

The words of the old dragon from years ago rang in his ears.

Arthur was the only golden dragon born after the Dragon King. He was gifted from a young age, practically defeating every dragon of his generation.

When he grew a bit older, even adult dragons were no match for him. Everyone assumed he was the next Dragon King; even his grandfather thought so, raising him as the heir.

From childhood, there was nothing he couldn’t have. Although the rules on Dragon Island were strict, for Arthur, they were just a formality.

The Dragon Clan on Dragon Island no longer held any appeal for him. Hearing that the Elf Clan had a prince with amazing talent, Arthur couldn’t help his itching hands and often ran to the Elf Forest to cause trouble for them.

He had just come of age, and the Elf King didn’t bother to act against him, allowing him and Evan to fight.

Until the last fight went too far. The two coincidentally used forbidden spells, causing a tsunami in the Dead Sea that lasted for a month. They were also backlash by the immense power; their source energy and magic power were sealed, and Arthur even lost all his memories.

When he first woke up, he was cold and hungry, and his sealed body began to be controlled by hunger.

Arthur went everywhere looking for food, but his strength was limited. The magical beasts on the Illusion Continent were extremely fierce. Let alone finding food, if his dragon scales weren’t still there preventing the magical beasts from gnawing on him, he would have been eaten long ago.

Just like that, he starved until he fainted. When he woke up, there was a pot of delicious porridge and a young Eric smiling very gently and looking very pleasant.

From that moment on, this beastman became different in his heart.

Later... Eric knew how to make many delicious dishes. Arthur had been scared by the hunger before, so he especially liked to tag along behind Eric begging for food. And he also liked seeing Eric’s smile, whether it was helpless or gentle.

But there were too many annoying people here. Evan living with Eric was annoying, but to not make Eric worry, Arthur tried not to cause trouble for him, so he treated Evan as invisible.

But what bothered him most was the Snow Wolf named Max. Eric treated Max differently; his smile was different, his gaze was different, all of which made Arthur jealous.

No matter how delicious the food was, it couldn’t fill the void in his heart. Every time he saw Eric and Max together, he felt a black fire corroding his heart.

It was both painful and cold.

His memory also gradually recovered. In his dreams, he was always lying alone on a pile of cold, dazzling gold coins and jewels, with countless rare treasures piled up in a cave.

Eric said that dreams contain what is most important and most missed in one’s heart, that it is the subconscious mind reminding you in your sleep.

He didn’t understand what the subconscious was, but Arthur understood the meaning. But how could that be? In his dreams, he didn’t feel happy at all; it wasn’t even as good as making bricks with Eric.

Whether he liked it or not, his memory gradually returned, and the nature of the Dragon Clan slowly awakened.

Arthur began to feel unreconciled.

Eric was also very happy with him; why couldn’t it be him? Why couldn’t he have arrived earlier?

After his nature recovered, Arthur couldn’t suppress the feelings in his heart. Even Sam noticed his feelings for Eric and always reminded him to keep a distance.

Eric also seemed worried about others misunderstanding and gradually distanced himself. Arthur missed him like crazy and could only steal a glance when Eric came to the canteen, or sneak a look at the fields and factories where Eric was busy, just to temporarily fill his empty heart.

But as day after day passed like this, Arthur only felt his heart becoming emptier, the jealousy almost filling his chest. Why couldn’t he be with Eric, while that Snow Wolf was Eric’s mate?

After fully recovering his memory, Max also returned to the tribe. Seeing the moment the two hugged each other tightly, Arthur used all his strength to suppress the violence in his heart so as not to completely destroy the Hadu tribe.

But he couldn’t bear Eric being in someone else’s arms for another second. Jealousy, hatred, unrequited love - these emotions besieged him. Arthur just wanted to snatch Eric back to Dragon Island so they would never be apart.

But why was the ending still like this?

He lay on top of Eric, those tears scalding his heart.

Clearly, the person he least wanted to hurt was Eric, yet he always went against his own wishes.

Arthur’s dark golden pupils were tinged with red, looking painfully at Eric, not knowing what to do in the end.

Eric didn’t want to be here. Since bringing him to Dragon Island, Arthur hadn’t seen that familiar smile. This wasn’t the ending he wanted.

The words of the two old dragons also made him waver. If this really made Eric feel so much pain, then he would only be in more pain than Eric.

If, if Eric wanted to go back, he wouldn’t stop him anymore. In short, wherever Eric went was fine, as long as he could see him and see him happy, that was enough.

It was just that, despite having prepared himself mentally, a sour mood still drowned him.

Thinking that Eric had a recognized mate in the Hadu tribe, while he was like a cheap counterfeit, waves of suppressed unwillingness surged up again.