Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 249 Panzer (R-16)

The sound of water trickling down the already wet tiles filled Rhys's ears with nothing but noise. His hair, which has now slightly grown longer from being buzz cut, caused the droplets of water from the shower to bounce everywhere; yet, perhaps, the greatest noise that he could hear was the sound of his own breaths.

Talia, Maria, and his activity lasted for more than 2 hours — and Rhys had felt this several times before, but making love with his women seemed to be a lot more mentally tiring than fighting. Of course, there was also the fact that his fights don't last hours. Even with his [Arise] ability, he could still feel his breaths crawling out from his lungs even though they were done.

Talia was already getting ready and dressed — and for some reason, she also wanted to prepare Rhys something to wear; something about her previous army being the most well-dressed during the war, and how important public image was.

As for Maria, well… There was another noise that was entering Rhys's ears.

"Gahk… ha…" Maria was currently looking up at him, with her mouth filled with Rhys; kneeling on the hard floor while pleasuring herself. Her hair which was scattered everywhere on her flushed face; her tears mixing with the water as she gagged, causing Rhys's body to just react… as hard as possible.

"Ha…" Maria leaned her head away; licking the tip of Rhys's cock as she released it from her mouth. She then let her tongue trail up across Rhys's stomach and onto his chiseled chest, his neck, and finally his lips, "...This… this is the last time I'll have you for myself."

Maria whispered into Rhys's ear before turning around and hugging the wall; slightly raising her hips before glancing back at Rhys, "Violate me, Master Rhys…

…Destroy me."

***

"You said we would leave in an hour, my Fuhrer. It would seem someone wanted to enjoy the water more."

Talia had been waiting for them outside the bathroom; the smirk on her face when she looked at Maria when she was stepping out, blatantly an obvious tease at her.

Maria, however, was back to her normal self; completely stoic and without any emotions — but most importantly, unlike Rhys who was still in a towel, she was already fully dressed; wearing her pants and blazer, with her hair even dried; how she was able to do that, well…

Maria is a professional.

Well, she was not the only one who looked professional — Talia had on a long red skirt, a white frilly blouse, and boots that had heels probably 5 inches tall. Her glowing purple hair, neatly tied into a bun. The way she dressed was quite old-fashioned, but it did not matter at all as it completely suited her.

"Well…" Talia then approached Rhys, just casually uncurling the towel wrapped around his waist and letting it slide and fall to the floor. She then returned to the bed, grabbing a set of clothes that were resting there and presenting them to Rhys, "...Your old waffenrock was already nice, but not up to standards, so I had it refitted and changed some things."

And without even saying another word, Talia started dressing Rhys; Maria also helped, the two of them sticking oddly close to Rhys while they did so. Their breaths were getting warmer and heavier by the second, causing Rhys to almost sigh as something was about to happen again.

Contrary to Rhys's expectations, however, the two did nothing at all but just dress him properly.

"Beautiful," Talia smiled as she backed away while looking at Rhys from head to toe.

"It suits you, Rhys Wilder," Maria also nodded several times in approval, showing absolutely no emotions whatsoever — truly a far cry from how she is when naked, "I will tell the others and signal the cenleons that we are ready."

Maria then just casually disappeared into the shadow, not saying another word as she left Talia and Rhys alone. And as soon as she was gone, Talia slightly lifted up her long skirt and started spinning around in place.

"And how do I look, my Fuhrer?" Talia smiled, almost a childish playfulness in the tone of her voice despite her age, "I have barely seen what the new generation has been wearing, so I feel like I'm wearing something old."

"I… didn't realize how much you care about… fashion," Rhys could not help but just look at Talia from head to toe.

"Villains usually have to look good, my Fuhrer," Talia stopped spinning as she placed her finger on Rhys's chest, "The way we present ourselves matters. Strength is important, but charisma? That is what separates soldiers from leaders. And so…

…Do I look like a belong in this era?" Talia then once again backed away.

"No, you look like you're from the 1800s," Rhys smiled, causing Talia to just stop moving as she stared blankly at Rhys, "You do. You do belong…

…to me."

"...Ack," Talia immediately snarled as she looked at Rhys's face, "Does that really work for the young ones? Please, my Fuhrer — you do not need to woo me."

"Oh, but I think I do," Rhys slightly glanced at the 5 Hearts floating above Talia's head; just one more to fill up, and he would receive a part of Talia's abilities, "Take it as a part of training my charisma."

"Hm…" Talia then bowed her head before placing her palm on her chest, "This is how you do it, correct? Those who have sworn allegiance to you?"

"Yes," Rhys smiled as he also placed his palm on his chest, "Let's go…

…it's time to go home."

***

"Rhys Wilder! Please, look here! How did the meeting between presidential candidate Joseph and the cenleon royalties go!?"

"Shoo, back away. The Big Boss does not have the privilege of divulging that information, scram!"

Dominique and her gang were now also wearing the uniform of Wilder's Harem, even though it was already disbanded — and suffice it to say, they looked like Rhys's personal guards. But of course, they did not really have to guard anyone, because as soon as the cenleons stepped out of the hotel, all of the reporters instinctively backed away.

But still, the ferocity of those who work in media is unmatched, as they once again rushed to ask Rhys questions, and even tried to talk to the cenleons even fully knowing they would not be able to understand.

"Rhys Wilder, what are you going to do now that you are a free man again!?"

"I heard the Cerberus guild wishes to talk to you about what you did with Sylas West, are you planning on responding to them!?"

"Rhys Wild—"

"Everyone."

And finally, Rhys stopped walking; gesturing to Maria to just go ahead and escort the cenleons to the truck. And as soon as he opened his mouth, the flashes of light started bombarding Rhys's face — and with his hair as short as it was, everyone was just mesmerized by how perfect his face truly was.

The other female reporters were not even listening, they just stared at him with their mouths open.

"Right now, I just want to go home and be with the people I love," Rhys answered, "As for what I plan to do after that, the only thing I could tell you right now is that I don't know. Recently, as some of you may not yet know, I have been given a Level 0 License by the Explorer Association."

"0 License…? Wait, does that mean you truly are officially part of the 15 Strongest Explorers in the world!?"

"That's not up to me to decide," Rhys shook his head.

"We've heard rumors that you are going to run as Mayor of Old York, is there any truth in that?"

"No," Rhys squinted his eyes, "Where did you even hear that?"

"Presidential Candidate Joseph told us during the last interview!"

"No," Rhys quickly shook his head and sighed, "For the last time, I am not going into politics. If that is all, we have a long road ahead."

"We heard your sister has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, do you think it has something to do with all of her trauma!?"

"..." Rhys's steps quickly halted as soon as he heard that question. He pondered for a few seconds, before just quickly walking away; only catching a sense of silence as soon as he got on the truck with the cenleons.

"Tch, journalizts. They have only become even more brazen with the years," Talia crossed her legs as soon as she sat down, "But you need to make friends with them, my Fuhrer."

"Please, don't call me that in public," Rhys sighed, "And I do have a friend with them — the one who asked me about running for mayor."

"Oho…?" Talia could not help but smirk, "It would zeem I still underestimate the depth of your shrewdness. Control the media, and you control the world."

"Rhys Wilder is a very manipulative person," Maria suddenly emerged from the empty space on the chair, causing the cenleons to almost leap from the truck since they were already anxious about the vehicle.

"I'm not," Rhys shook his head, "You need brains to be manipulative, I'm not the smartest."

"Not always, my Fuhrer," Talia let out a small chuckle before placing her finger on Rhys's chin and slightly lifting it, "Many a kingdom have fallen just because of a pretty face, and you have a surplus of that and more to spare."

"...Thanks," Rhys could really only sigh as he heard Talia's words. The ride back to Wilder's HQ was relatively quiet and uneventful. Well, that is, until… they reached the empty freeway close to it.

"Something's blocking the road."

"What is it…?"

"...A tank."