Genetic Ascension

Chapter 827  Big Deal

Sylas gazed toward the woman sitting on top of him. She might very well be the only maiden in the world capable of glaring in such a situation. One would have thought that he was her enemy rather than a man she was, well… quite connected with right now.

For a moment, Sylas couldn't help but try and angle his eyes down, only to feel another strong yank at his Madness Key.

"No, no, no. I'm still very mad at you. You don't get to look." She continued to glare down from above, an arm crossed over her chest and seemingly fighting for its life as her breasts still threatened to spill out.

Sylas met her gaze again and then slowly sat up.

Cassarae winced, then quickly tried to hide it. But it distracted her enough that she didn't react in time to Sylas wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping their positions.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, looking down at himself and shaking his head.

This amount of blood, even for a first time, wasn't normal. She had done more than just break the flesh she was meant to; she had really hurt herself.

"What are you—?"

"It's not supposed to hurt," Sylas said softly. "If you take your time, it's not meant to."

Cassarae was confused by the words until she found a ten-million-coin Elixir being pressed to her lips.

She couldn't even react again to do much other than instinctively swallow. It was either that or choke on it, so it only seemed natural.

With the pain all concentrated in one region, she also instinctively used the Targeted Healing Elixir precisely the way it was meant to.

By the time she was healed, she found Sylas using a damp towel to wipe away what she assumed had been a pretty ghastly sight.

For the first time, she felt embarrassed.

It felt like she was a child being reprimanded silently for doing something stupid. But then she began to feel irritated like this. He was always like this, he always knew how to infuriate her the absolute most.

"Give me that!"

Cassarae snatched the towel away before Sylas could throw it away. This time, it was Sylas who couldn't react before it was stored, vanishing from sight.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Cassarae snarled, crossing her legs and covering her chest. "You have no right to judge me. Tell me the truth, how many women did you go over there and fuck?"

"… You are my first," Sylas said calmly.

Cassarae seemed startled by this response, so much so that she ended up coughing awkwardly and turning away from his gaze.

Sylas could have sworn he saw a hint of embarrassment and no subtle smile beneath it all.

"Well, that's only natural. You're mine, after all," she said, coughing a few more times.

Sylas raised an eyebrow.

This woman… really didn't embarrass easily. This sort of situation made that obvious enough. He probably couldn't name another woman who would be capable of the same thing even if he tried. That wasn't to say that none existed, but they were at the very least quite rare and unique.

Although one might argue women as straightforward as Nyssa or her mother might fit the bill, Sylas would vehemently disagree.

Nyssa… whether she was a virgin or not, Sylas didn't know, nor did it matter. Not only was it highly unlikely, but what did matter was that she wasn't driven by the same things Cassarae was.

A woman driven by benefits, willing to sell herself no matter the cost, was a tale as old as time. It was different from Cassarae, who had seemingly saved herself all this time, only to lose it all in an outburst of furious rage.

He also couldn't see the slightest regret in her eyes.

From his understanding, it wasn't that Cassarae valued her chastity so much. She didn't. She wasn't the type to.

It had simply not happened in her life just yet due to a mixture of coincidence, her particularly abrasive personality, and her obscenely high standards — the last of which was likely due to comparing every man she met after high school to none other than Sylas Brown.

Her actions were just as flippant as her tongue. She was a carefree spirit who acted as she pleased and took as she pleased.

Because of that, until now, she hadn't even bothered to care about who this Florenith Race was at all. It was only because she was feeling a bit awkward now that she chose to mention it.

"So… what is the Florenith Race? Is that the place this slut is from?"

Sylas' gaze flickered. From that single line, he deduced what happened immediately. There was only one way Cassarae would know that name.

"Let me see your Quest," Sylas demanded with a frown.

Cassarae hesitated only slightly before showing the window.

Sylas' frown deepened. It was as he feared.

Maybe if it was the Legendary Leg of Cassarae's Class Quest, it would be fine. But for it to be the Gold Leg?

He felt an agitation in his heart slowly build up. He had suppressed it so well for these last few hours, but now it was like it was bubbling forth, practically frothing at the mouth to attack his psyche.

Sylas' jaw set, a darkness flickering in his eyes.

"—Sylas? Sylas? Sylas!"

Cassarae's voice barely snapped Sylas out of his thoughts, but now, he was breathing hard, his gaze overcast.

The usually sharp blue eyes of the dominating beauty had softened considerably with worry. She reached for Sylas' face, but the action felt so foreign and out of place that she couldn't quite make herself do it.

Her hand hung in the air awkwardly. She didn't even know if she had an instinct to comfort people.

But it was Sylas, right? Did he need comforting?

Almost as though on cue, there was a dense, pulsing light that came from Sylas' eyes.

If this was her Gold Leg, then they would just destroy them. What was the big deal?