NOVEL NEXT Chapter 79: Affection
"Geez… Just ignore that idiot. Hey, come with me, okay?"
Just as I turned around to face the incoming danger, Ayda suddenly wrapped her arms around my shoulder, whispering right into my ear. Feeling her soft breast pushed right against my arm instantly awoken all the desires that I kept restrained over the past events. As shameful as it was, once the warmth of her body reached my skin, I could feel my willingness to fight disappear without a trace.
But that didn't stop the aggressive man-witch from swinging his sword at me!
"BEGONE, YOU MONSTER!"
Not hesitating even for a second, that annoying kid clearly couldn't notice the atmosphere that Ayda created in just a single instant. Given how her aura was now completely filled with infatuation leaving no place for something as idiotic as revenge or even anger, I could barely think of anything else but stealing her away to some confined place where I could properly reassure her that I was completely intact.
But in order to do so, I had to get rid of the incoming thread. In the first instant when his sword glistered above the young male-witch head as he raised it for a downward slash, I felt my body instantly turning into a fight mode. Sensing the danger was enough to throw the readings of my instincts off the charts. Even without the bracelets from the apocalypse supporting me, it seemed that during the time I was actually using them, my mind changed a bit.
Rather than growing or evolving, it felt as if certain protocols were burned into my synapses, forcing my mind to follow the same calculative path that those apocalyptic bracelets would enforce. Obviously, the effects of the bracelet were far greater than anything that my mind alone could create, yet for the silly fight right now, those reflexes carved into the physical structure of my mind were far more than enough.
"Just fuck off."
Not bothered by the sharp blade closing on my face at all, I slapped it with my hand. Something that almost no martial art ever advised to practice given how it could easily lead to otherwise avoidable injury. But my master on earth never bothered to follow anything that others considered to be a common sense.
Or to quote his words, people would think of this way of defending themselves as crazy. But it was perfectly reasonable once one would shed his natural fears of being maimed. In the end, in order to get cut, one would have to time his counterattack super early, so that the blade would actually hack away at the flesh of one's hand. But ultimately, risking one's hand didn't seem like that much of a trade-off in a life-threatening scenario, didn't it?
Thankfully, nothing of those worries applied to the current me. With my brain alone perfectly capable of calculating the trajectory of the attack, my body moved seemingly on its own. It felt as if some strange yet familiar force took over my actions. And just as much as I wanted to slap the face of this ambitious young man away, I could only watch how my palm seemed to gently stroke the side of the youngster's blade away, making it completely miss the area anywhere near my body.
And then, as if following my deepest wishes, my hand retracted its movements. Maybe it was luck, some super-deep calculation that I didn't even notice or just a sheer coincidence. Following the momentum of his attack, the youngster before me lost his balance. With his sword pushed away, no resistance that he expected appeared, making him lean dangerously forward, pushing his face right into the path my hand was taking.
*Smack*
It was a strange feeling. To slap someone's face so hard to redirect his entire damned lunge. While I would much rather slap all kinds of bodyparts of the Ayda beside me, giving that stupid youngster the punishment he deserved somehow ended up giving me a strange sense of accomplishment.
"Great. Now, does anyone else wants to stop me from reassuring my woman that I'm okay?"
Not even looking towards the bloodied figure of the youngster that just crashed against the wall, I scanned the faces of his followers. From the look of hesitation on their faces, I quickly realised that there was absolutely no point in worrying about them.
But as annoying as the entire situation would seem to anyone else, there was actually something that I managed to learn thanks to it. After all, my emotions were still pretty numb, rendering me almost unable to use any real force through witchcraft. Even cutting the ropes that bound Ayda's wrists was nearing the limit of what I could achieve. Yet, despite all of that, my repulsion-powered smack was still able to send that ignorant youngster against the wall.
"Didn't you hear him? If I see you outside of the watch posts for the next two days straight, I will make sure to turn your lives as miserable as I will be able to."
Once again latching onto my arm, Ayda glanced threateningly at the witches she brought to this place herself, before pulling on my hand. Looking down on her face, I could see that just as her heat slowly managed to eat away at the numbness of my emotions, my own body-heat was quickly turning her previous worries into happy and relieved arousal.
"Yes Ma-am!"
While my words did the job of scaring everyone, Ayda's order instantly sparked their loyal response. It seemed that they already forgot how they were keeping her powerless to do anything during my appearance, now just making them try to make both of us also forget about it.
"Now, where did we leave back then… Ah, right!"
Pulling the girl closer to my chest I waited for a moment for the group of witches to escape from the room before finally focusing my sight on the deep Ayda's eyes.
"Right there."
Leaning down, I brought my lips to the girl's mouth, finally reuniting with her. Thinking about it now as my fingers sank in the soft flesh of her waist, this was our third attempt at getting intimate. The last two moments we shared were interrupted by the attack of wizards, due to the spell that Elenair apparently planted in Ayda's emotions when we met with him. But now, nothing was going to stop me from revelling in her affection!