Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“You’re quite interesting,” he said softly, looking directly into her shining red eyes.

Without Dyon noticing, Mithrandir’s manifestation had appeared.

An elegant and majestically white scaled snake shimmered into existence, leering domineeringly. Its eyes shone as red as its wiggling tongue.

It shifted in the air, moving to wrap itself around Dyon, slightly rubbing against his lower regions, causing a growl to escape.

Jade could only watch bitterly as Dyon slowly fell into Mithrandir’s trap. Ri frowned, but it was too late to help Dyon now.

Sebastian sneered, ‘you thought you were so great, look at you now.’

Uncle Acacia could only smile bitterly as he watched headmaster Cormyth chuckle.

‘Some trials you have to face yourself…’

The white scaled snake suddenly shivered, bright silver wings exploding from its back as everyone looked on.

A collective breath seemed to be pulled into everyone as the watched. This was a mutation unique to Mithrandir. Although she had used a Unique Type Technique due to her confidence, her true manifestation ended up matching her the very first Norville in history, causing her to be the pride of her family.

The geniuses sneered, ‘it looks like Mithrandir has a new slave.’

Dyon took a step forward, edging towards Mithrandir. To everyone else, this was just Mithrandir’s wish. But to her, she couldn’t help but frown.

Looking into Dyon’s hazel-green eyes, Mithrandir seemed lost for a while in his purity. His eyes hadn’t fogged over, and his will hadn’t diminished. He simply walked to Mithrandir until he was nearly right on top of her. He pulled her chair from the table, placing her right in front of himself and leaning into her ear.

“If you wanted to play, you could have just asked.”

Mithrandir lost focus. Dyon’s hot breath brushed against her ear, causing her manifestation to fade out of existence.

Everyone looked on in confusion, ‘is it over?’

Dyon reached his hand up, celestial will circulating along with his aurora. “Since you want to play, let’s play.”

He lightly touched Mithrandir’s arm, slowly moving up it.

Mithrandir’s body immediately flushed, an incomparable feeling flooding into her. A moan escaped her lips against her will, but she just couldn’t stop her legs from squeezing together, trying her hardest to control herself.

Everyone gulped, watching Mithrandir’s incomparably s.e.xy figure writhe with pleasure.

Dyon’s hand continued to travel, lightly flicking Mithrandir’s hard nipple from on top of her dress.

“Mm…” Mithrandir was feeling too good to be embarra.s.sed. She was lost in a world of pleasure she had never felt before.

Dyon had never left her ear, softly whispering into it again, “what do you want?”

“I – I – ,” Mithrandir couldn’t seem to find the words. Her breath was hurried and short. Her skin was flushed so red that it nearly matched her dress and eyes. Sweat started to drip down the ravine of her cleavage that bounced with every breath.

Dyon’s hand reached her hips, continuing to lightly rest on her thighs before creeping up to the hem of her short skirt.

The beauties around him didn’t know what to do. They couldn’t help but flush red just from the residual effects of Dyon’s aurora and celestial will. They could only imagine how Mithrandir felt at the moment.

Everyone was stunned. Some still believed that this was what the seductive beauty wanted. But, even if it was, the geniuses had long since lost their smile. Even Zaltarish hadn’t been allowed to do these things to Mithrandir.

“Take me,” Mithrandir nearly gasped these words out. Lunging forward, she grabbed onto Dyon’s crotch. Dyon could only smile faintly as the hand he had on her thigh, was invaded by a sweet wetness due to her forward momentum.

The coliseum froze. Air seemed to stop moving and no sounds could be heard. It was almost as though time had stopped, suspending everyone in disbelief.

Dyon’s eyes sparkled hearing Mithrandir’s words, but, she could only frown as she noticed Dyon’s lower regions weren’t showing any reaction no matter how she stroked.

“You!” it wasn’t clear you said it first, but an eruption of baleful auras blanketed the lounging area.

Dyon didn’t seem to notice, deciding to instead calmly remove Mithrandir’s hand and stop circulating his celestial and demonic will.

Dyon chuckled, looking into Mithrandir’s still cloudy eyes. “You should be careful with you who play with beautiful. Taking you wouldn’t be difficult for me.”

Dyon’s hand, still resting on Mithrandir’s treasured place, flicked up with a last bit of his aurora.

“Oh! G.o.d!” Mithrandir grasped Dyon’s shirt tightly from her seated position, breathing heavily.

Although Mithrandir was an outrageous beauty, Dyon felt no remorse in toying with her. He had little patience for those who sought to control him, and a beauty was no exception.

It was only after Dyon completely pulled away that Mithrandir realized what happened. Her emotions fluctuated wildly. Sometimes she was embarra.s.sed, other times angry beyond belief, and even still, among all of this, still pining for more.

She could only grit her teeth in anger, turning away from Dyon as her chest heaved violently.

Primrose snapped out of the stupor, “you’ve got a lot of nerve doing this to a member of the Norville family,” she sneered.

Dyon shrugged, not caring too much, “I can be punished for helping a lady experience her first climax? Why don’t you let me try it on you so we can see how much you hate it, hmm?”

Primrose trembled, looking away from Dyon and slamming her legs closed tightly. But, Dyon could tell there was still a lingering pa.s.sion in her eyes, which made him chuckle, “don’t think too much on it, I just happened to find it funny that a virgin was going around seducing men.”

Although this didn’t mean much to the younger geniuses who a.s.sumed Dyon just made a guess, or was just making fun of Mithrandir, this one sentence of Dyon’s was quite profound for the elders. To have the sense to tell whether one was a virgin or not, seemed trivial, but it was actually an ability only those with the most sensitive of senses could have. It wasn’t normal to be able to distinguish something like that until the celestial stage was surpa.s.sed.

Suddenly, they thought back to the chair Dyon materialized earlier, their eyes flashing with realization: ‘He has an innate aurora!’