750: I Will Be Waiting

I Will Be Waiting

Disclaimer: Cyrus is the same as Zeke; he enters the body of a character inside the simulator and inherits the character's memories rather than receiving the plot. Also, his memories will be reset after each world.1

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Gemma was stunned as soon as the sentence came out of his mouth. W–What kind of question was that? Why did he make it sound like… this was their first kiss or something?! They already had a son who had come of age, for God's sake! They had done everything that should have been done between couples, so why was he still asking for permission when he wanted to kiss his Alpha?!

He was so occupied in masking his own fluster and bewilderment that he failed to notice how the man in front of him froze, eyes wide in shock as though not expecting to hear something like that from the omega. 

The man's gaze involuntarily dropped to Gemma's tightly pursed lips, and he lowered his lashes to hide the complex emotions within. Then as if making up his mind, he held Gemma's hands tighter and whispered hoarsely, "...You may."

Gemma's heart skipped a beat before it started to race faster and faster. He peered up at Vincent and discreetly sighed in relief when he saw that the Alpha did not notice anything amiss.

Then, did it mean that he could go on and… kiss him?

His eyes zeroed in on Vincent's lips and his tongue subconsciously darted out to wet his bottom lip in nervousness. Those lips looked… beautiful, seductive. Utterly flawless. It took him a while to realize that his palms were clammy with sweat and he could only hope that Vincent would not ask anything about it. Oh dear… just why the hell was he so nervous? He really had no idea what was wrong with him. It was as if he had forgotten how it felt to kiss this man. The mere thought of touching each other's lips were enough to set his entire body aflame, it was as if molten fire was running through his veins instead of blood.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed his eyes, leaned forward and pressed his lips gently on Vincent's. It was a very innocent little peck, yet as soon as he eased back and their gazes collided in midair, both of them immediately blushed.

Gemma cleared his throat. "...Your Majesty, why is your face so red?"

Vincent's lips parted and closed without a word, and in the end he could only dryly say, "I am influenced by you…"

Both of them acted like teenagers who had just had their first kiss taken. Alas, because they're too immersed in their own thoughts, nobody realized how weird the current situation was and this matter was resolved strangely just like that.

Since then, Emperor Vincent and Empress Gemma's relationship underwent a subtle change. As if they were newly mated all over again, they would shyly exchange kisses every single day, even meeting each other's gazes across the room was enough to turn them into a blushing mess.

The same thing also applied when they were physically intimate with each other.

Vincent was so gentle and careful as he lay his omega down, carefully peeling his clothes off with intense concentration. He was not even this focused when he was dealing with the state matter! As if it was not enough, he would always ask every single time to make sure that Gemma was comfortable, "My Queen, I didn't hurt you, did I?" "My Queen, am I doing this right?" "Are you feeling good?"

Gemma was teased so much that he could not endure it anymore. He had been a nervous wreck at first, but with Vincent's gentle and loving caresses, the last bit of his apprehension melted away, and what remained was only amusement, a pool of heated arousal and overwhelming affection for his mate. He dug his heels into the soft mattress and grasped Vincent's toned arm, whispering, "E–Enough…" his voice was breathy and soft, and each exhale he let out was tinged with sweet pheromones that drove the Alpha insane. "Your Majesty, pull your fingers out and… come in…" 

Vincent sucked in a breath, his pupils blown so wide that they almost became pitch black. "Okay…" 

When they finally became one, Gemma could not help but let out a sob as he clung onto the Alpha's shoulders. He could not describe what he was feeling right now. He only felt… extremely full, not only physically, but also somewhere much deeper inside his heart. The void he had no idea existed was being filled bit by bit, and it overflowed to the point where he could feel it to the tip of his fingers. It was as if he had always been waiting for this, for someone to hold him, to embrace him and cherish him…

They lived blissfully until old age, and when they lay in their deathbed, Vincent grasped his hand and brought it to his mouth, planting the most tender and pious kiss there. "I will be waiting for you…" he murmured before he closed his eyes and breathed his last.

***

He had been dreaming. A lot.

In those dreams, he was a servant, a guard, a researcher, a beastman… everything was so jumbled up that he had frequent headaches. 

He was an elder of Lingyan Sect, the most distinguished and prestigious sect in the entire cultivation world. Yet because of his recurring dreams, he was unable to break through the bottleneck and reach the higher realms. He knew that if he could not get rid of this heart demon, then he would soon encounter qi deviation and the foundation he had painstakingly cultivated would be destroyed.

In fact, he could just seal the dreams and lock them up forever with his current strength, but… there was a voice within him whispering that he should not do that. That those dreams were not a mere heart demon. That they were precious memories of his past life that he should treasure and cherish. 

That he would regret it immensely if he were to do something to them…

Alas, some of the days, the headache was so severe that he was bound to the bed. He gradually withdrew from the public's eye and chose to seclude himself in his mountain peak, becoming the elder that was most mysterious and detached in Lingyan Sect. 

His only interaction with the outside world came in the form of an inner disciple who would visit him almost every single day. He had practiced inedia and did not need to consume food anymore, yet this inner disciple would always come with a basket of fruit and pastries he had bought in the market. 

The disciple was not deterred by his indifferent personality at all. Instead, he made himself at home, basked in the warm sunlight and often told him about popular anecdotes and various news in the cultivation world, uncaring whether he would listen or not.

Even though he acted like he did not care, deep down he was actually grateful for this inner disciple's presence. Being on the mountain peak alone was lonely, so lonely that he sometimes wondered why he should keep living in this world.

His gut instinct told him that it was because he still had an unfulfilled mission. But what kind of mission it was, he still had no clear idea.

Until one day when the inner disciple ceased to visit him for a week straight. 

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