Chapter 172: Poem

Swiftly threading through the forest was a pair of horses. Their manes swayed as their respective rider gently held on to them. Their long hair fluttered against the wind along with their robe of clothing.

These two females were gorgeous to the point that nature lost its splendor. One was exuding a bright composure while the other was cool-headed.

"C'mon Lyon, can you keep up with us?" teased Biane as she built up her speed.

Her body had been healed and none of the bruises could leave a mark. Her beautiful face shone brightly, betraying the state she was in a few days ago.

"I don't think you should challenge Lyon, big sister, remember, he is one of space attribute cultivators," said her little sister, Clemora while pacing up with Biane.

Likewise, Clemora didn't leave a single wound unhealed either. It was a wondrous miracle that every doctor would seek.

"Heh, don't worry, it's a bet, after all, he must only use his mount, otherwise, he will be disqualified, besides, the price is adequate don't you think?" said the big sister with a wink.

Her little sister could only smile wryly in response. (Yeah well, the winning prize is indeed gullible, ten spells of divine grade magic, but if we lose then) thought Clemora as blacklines appeared over her head, flashing back to a moment before.

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In a room of an inn, a young man appeared to be asleep with the sunlight coming from the window slowly moved up to his face. With the sound of birds chirping and the light showering his face, his eyes twitched.

"Nghh..." the young man grunted before turning his back against the sunlight.

*boink

His hand touched something soft and round. Albeit having his eyes still closed, his mind was not sleeping. (You're kidding right... Is this finally it?! I finally got what I deserve! God thank you! I know you are watching me from above!) thought Lyon as he kept his mouth flat.

Lyon tried to squish it a little.

"Ahn..."

A melodic voice of a moan was like an orchestra playing beautiful music in his hear. He couldn't help but gulp at the experience.

*squeeze

"Aahhn..."

(What a bliss this is, the greatest treasure that nature ever created!) thought Lyon as his nose getting bigger along with his anticipation.

*squeeze

"Ahhnnn..."

(Hmm, how should I approach this, innocently opened my eyes and act like a virgin?) thought Lyon.

He knew that one of those MC's in series would act innocent with their bloodied nose to prove its identity of a pervert. (Heh, I'm not that amateur in a relationship).

"C-can you stop doing that, and just...do...it."

(WHAT THE FUCK! Oh shit, shit, shit, this is... this is... AWESOME!) thought Lyon as he grinned. He didn't care about pretending to sleep anymore.

*flutter

The blanket flew to the air before Lyon stood tall on top of the bedroom. "Your wish is my command!" said Lyon like a genie before opening his eyes.

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As he stood he saw there were Biane, Clemora, Kyoko, and Ryona standing near the door with their hands on their mouth, holding their chuckles.

Lyon grimaced before noticing that the round and the soft thing he squeezed was Fenrir sleeping. His hair soon covered his expression as he tilted his head down.

"I'm sorry hubby, but I couldn't help it," said Ryona as the preparator of the bullying. She was making a fake moan as she noticed that Lyon was squishing Fenrir. With the way Lyon was, she knew Lyon would mistake it if a moan was added.

"Hehehe..." under his hair Lyon laughed.

"Oh no, is he lost it?" said Biane.

"Hehehe..." Lyon looked up to the four of them beauties before saying, "All of you think I would breakdown from this? Hmph!"

Lyon jumped from the bed before facing the window that revealed the early sun. With his eyes gaze into the horizon he said,

"This world is full of beauties,

My world is full of beauties,

My soul is filled with love,

This world is filled with love,

O God in heaven hear my prayers as I swear this oath of mine,"

Paused Lyon, leaving the four beautiful women entranced. They never knew Lyon could read a poem that could make nature supported his performance.

Lyon turned around to face them with closed eyes as the sunlight enlightened his outline.

The four women were agape as they couldn't help but be touched by the tone. They looked at the figure in front of them like a messenger of God, glowing with divinity.

He spread his arms as he said with a gentle smile, "Thy boobs shalt beest mineth."

"Huh, what?" Clemora was confused by the last line of his poem as she saw a bird was hitting the window before falling down.

*swoosh

Clemora was blinking before Lyon suddenly stood in front of her. His hand went over her shoulder as he put Clemora on his beating chest.

"I'm glad you are okay," said Lyon as he hugged her tightly.

*thump

Clemora could feel his heartbeat as she turned red, not daring to say anything that would break her cool demeanor.

(He.... warm...) thought Clemora.

(She is still the same size in the arena, great!) thought Lyon as he was focusing on something else.

Suddenly Lyon writhed in pain before letting Clemora go unwillingly.

"Aiya, that hurts, you are ripping it apart," said Lyon as his ear was pulled up by Kyoko, almost hanging him in the air.

"Tsk, tsk, you cannot do that little brother, how can you be so pure and perverted at the same time," said Kyoko while shaking her head.

"Well what can I do, that's just the way I am, Ouch!" said Lyon before Kyoko letting go of her grip.

Lyon's right ear was swollen red as if about to burst before he covered it with his hand as he squatted away while sulking. His finger drew a circle on the floor as if he had been wronged.

The four females looked at him with black lines over their heads with a twitching mouth.

"L-Lyon, how about we make a bet," said Biane with a clap of her hand.

"What is it," said Lyon without facing her.

"If you lose, you must teach us sisters ten of your divine magic spells?" said Biane.

"And if I win,"

"You can knead our boobs to your heart content,"

"WHAT! YES! LET's Do it!"

"Big sister!" berated Clemora.

"Shh, it's fine," whispered Biane before facing Lyon, "It will be a race from here to Nostria, however, you cannot use magic or anything, you can only use your mount to race!"

"Deal!" nodded Lyon without hesitation.

"What a coincidence, Nostria will be having a war against the Heaven's Dawn, older sister said to come over," said Jugen while entering the room.

(Why do you say that lightly!) thought Clemora.

"Oh and your mount is Fenrir of course!" said Biane with her nose high up.