Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 162 Hot in All Places (R-15)

Rhys had many experiences where he felt he was going to die, some he even welcomed. But this was perhaps the very first time where he knew he was actually going to die if he didn't move or do something.

For the very first time, Rhys found himself not thinking at all. Or perhaps he did, it was just too fast to even consider it as thinking.

A millisecond? Perhaps a bit longer?

As soon as Rhys saw the blades of grass—no. Once Rhys saw the very air itself start distorting around Agatha as she sat there on the ground, Rhys knew that something very, very bad was going to happen soon.

And as the first blade of grass just literally disappeared out of existence, Rhys just instinctively leaped away with all his might; his bionic limb, almost cracking as he pushed it through its limit along with his normal leg.

The ground cracked, and all the dirt was blown away as Rhys disappeared from his spot — that was not enough, however, as the heat that was sizzling from Agatha's body started to ripple out of her.

The heat wave was enough to delete everything in its path, crawling just inches away from literally blazing away Rhys. Rhys, however, just gritted his teeth as he stretched his hand toward Lina, who was rushing toward to help him.

Lina also reached out her hand toward Rhys… but Rhys wasn't actually reaching for her hand at all, no. Rhys blasted Lina with a violent wind, causing her to be blown away; softly, as she had a barrier of wind protecting her as well.

She did not really have time to react or contemplate why Rhys did that, the only thing she felt was being practically bulldozed by Rhys as he hit her. She felt her vision shift, before feeling like she was being drowned in wet sand as darkness completely covered her — and the next thing she knew, she was already staring at the sky again.

"W…what happened!?" Lina gasped as she sat back up, only to see her cousins, who were the first to run away, just also sitting on the ground with their heavy and gasping breaths filling the air. She then turned to look at Rhys's back, and then toward the scenery he was watching.

"You were not joking when you said she was one of the strongest Nobles in the world, Lina."

A whisper could not escape Rhys's mouth as he stared at the destruction in front of him. Rhys already knew that Agatha's raw power was absolutely insane when he couldn't see it, and yet it was capable of doing critical amounts of damage.

But right now that he was actually seeing it, all he could really think of was just how monstrous some Nobles could really be. They were already hundreds of meters away from the combat field, and yet Rhys could still feel the heat almost threatening to burn his skin — it was even hard to breathe properly.

He could really only imagine what it would be like to be inside the sphere he was seeing right now. There was no fire, not at all; everything was just a blur, the air around Agatha was completely distorted, causing a sphere to take shape, almost like a crystal… almost solid.

But if one were to be unfortunate enough to even get near or inside the sphere, absolutely nothing would remain of them.

If Agatha actually trained to fight… just how strong would she be?

And seeing how her nephews and nieces reacted, there was also a hierarchy within the Nobles. Agatha was just built differently compared to the others.

Arachnea was right, he isn't using his original abilities to their fullest. He…

…needs to find a way to get her power.

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"I'm really… really sorry about this, Sir!"

"It's… an experience."

"I swear, once the situation in Amerka dies down, we'll go home. Okay? I heard the guys there are even pinning down the death of the GM of the Cerberus guild on you, did you know that?"

"...No."

After an entire day of nothing but literal fervid moments, Rhys was truly finally able to relax as he took a cold shower; letting out long and deep sighs as he felt the cold water running down his body; the steam that was coming out, enough to seep from the slightly opened door of the bathroom.

The bathroom was large, perhaps too large as it even had its own jacuzzi.

"I video-called Yesha and Kat too, but they were acting a little weird." Lina was also inside the bathroom, brushing her teeth; her hair still wet and just wearing only a large t-shirt.

"...Are you wearing my clothes again?"

"Nope!"

Rhys leaned his head out of the shower, but Lina already left the bathroom before he could see her; seeing this, Rhys could really only just let out a sigh with a slight hint of a smile crawling on his face.

Some normalcy throughout this whole ordeal was… quite a welcome feeling. That did not last long, however, as he thought of Lina's words.

They were blaming him for the death of the guild master of the Cerberus guild?

Although Rhys would have liked to take credit for that, he truly wasn't the one who caused his death, Arachnea did—no. The guild master of the Cerberus died at his own hands.

He did not need to be there, but he just had to be since he was after Rhys's life. Unfortunately for him, Rhys was literally trying to lure Arachnea out to seek some answers.

Just a few days ago, he was in Amerka trying to recover a city, and now he was ten thousand miles away being dragged around by spoiled monarchs — just when did his life become this eventful?

"Well…" Rhys let out a breath as the squeaking noise of the shower knob whistled in the air, "...Better than rotting in a hole somewhere."

His sighs of exasperation were enough to cause the steam inside the large bathroom to wither away as he stepped out of the shower and made his way to the jacuzzi. He was already here, and the least he could do was relax more — knowing how crazy things were going, this was probably the last time he was ever going to experience tranquility.

And as he stood in the jacuzzi, he truly looked like a marble statue; a towel over his shoulder and one arm missing — truly, a one-of-a-kind specimen… and there seemed to be someone enjoying that very view right now.

"...Lina?" Rhys whispered out while he sat down as he heard a whispering giggle enter the bathroom. The only thing that answered him, however, was the sound of feet plopping on wet ground and a growing silhouette,

"I thought you were done?"

As the silhouette got closer and closer through the steam, however, the only thing Rhys could really do was very slowly look up as red started to fill his vision.

"Oh my, my…" And as the silhouette sat down close to him in the water, the steam that filled the entire bathroom grew even thicker… only contrasted by the red glowing hair of the woman in front of him, "...I only brushed it by accident earlier but…

...I was right. You are very healthy, Mr. Rhys Wilder."

Princess Agatha, in the flesh, literally.

Agatha was probably in her early 40s, or perhaps even more and yet there was absolutely no sign of that. But then again, she was a Noble and they tend to have longer lives than most — but one thing you can't remove is the traces of being a mother. Agatha has 3 children…

…and yet her figure does not lose to Katarina at all, Rhys could even say that her skin was smoother… like milk. Her large breasts were gently rafting in the way, and her nipples were already as erect as they could be.

"So… sexual harassment just doesn't exist in your country?" Even with this view in front of him, however, Rhys just looked Agatha in the eyes as she very slowly made her way close to him… like a predator swimming on the surface of clear water,

"I've already noticed this, but the royal family has no decorum at all."

"Oh…?" Agatha just giggled as she returned Rhys's gaze; softly moving her hands on the water, slightly brushing Rhys's leg as she moved even closer. And pretty soon, however, her already erect nipples were the ones brushing onto Rhys's chest; her thick thighs, now sitting on his leg,

"Ooh… your leg is cold."

"That's my metal leg, Ma'am," Rhys sighed as he subtly turned to look at the 5 Hearts floating above Agatha's head. For some reason, not even a single one of them was filled up even though Agatha was clearly making some… promiscuous moves on him.

"...I heard it was damaged earlier," Agatha smiled as she slightly moved toward Rhys's other leg, slightly opening her legs so as to let her vagina directly touch Rhys's thigh, "You don't have to worry… I'll pay for it."

"It's just slightly melt—You'll pay for it?"

Rhys tried his best not to make a change in expression as he heard Agatha's words, "Then… I'll gladly take you up on that."

"In exchange, I'll also gladly take up your cum."

"W—"

"Ssh…" Agatha placed a finger on Rhys's lips while grabbing his dick with her other hand, "Oh… my, you're already hard? Then don't mind me and just let this old lady…H…hnn… And just—"

"Rhys! There are assassins in the—what the fuck!?"

And as Agatha was starting to fill Rhys fill all of her, Lina suddenly barged inside the bathroom.

"Really…? Again?" Agatha did not even seem slightly sorry at all, however, even looking like Lina was the one truly interrupting her,

"...They just have to choose tonight?"