Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 270: Jade (9)

Book 7: Chapter 270: Jade (9)

The scenes before Dyon’s eyes rapidly changed. He could only watch in horror as Jade steeled her heart and directly cut Ms. Everdeen.

Only now did he understand what truly happened. The gashes on Ms. Everdeen’s body that made it look as though she had been tortured for days on end were each painfully inflicted by Jade herself.

However, tears that even she didn’t realize fell from her eyes and stained her cold face as even under the cries and pleas of the surrounding children, she struck again and again.

Each cut, each bruise, each and every painful cry, was like another stomp upon Jade’s heart. She extended it fully, as though feeling that if she ended this old woman’s life too quickly, that the remaining pain in her heart would still be there. She needed to jump onto a road of no return, and irredeemable road, the kind that she could only give up her life to make up for… This was her resolve…

As the said eyes of Ms. Everdeen’s frail body faded for the last time, a slight pained smile coated her thin lips.

“I don’t know what’s paining you child, but I just want you to know that I don’t hate you. In fact, I forgive you…” Ms. Everdeen’s voice weakly waned as she collapsed.

Jade wanted to walk away, but she suddenly found that this scene was still too perfect. Despite her ghastly appearance, Ms. Everdeen still seemed to be peacefully asleep now, as though a burden of a lifetime had finally been lifted.

Even after tying her to up in a tree, Jade still didn’t feel satisfied. A nagging guilt still remained in her heart.

Why had she done this? Why had she stepped on this road of no return? Why?…

‘It’s to forget. Yes. That’s what it is… I want him to look at me with hate and disdain… yes…’

In a fit of madness, Jade ransacked the nearby farmlands, piling her spatial ring with manure.

Soon, a mound of feces stood before her. In front of the scared children still hidden within the orphanage, she began to launch them at the wooden structure. With every throw, she somehow felt alleviated. Even as she coated her delicate palms with a horrid stench and even as her once heavenly fragrance became rife with a diseased disgust, a morbid smile bloomed on her face.

Yes, this was the real her. Who cared about how beautiful her outward appearance was? This depraved, stench filled revulsion was her. Yes…

By the time the moon rose into the skies, Jade’s white gown was stained with a profuse brown-green color. Her silver hair was matted with the same look and no one would dare enter even a five-meter radius of her.

What her father thought would cause her to cut off all ties had ended in her descending further. An uncontrollable, irredeemable offense that ended with the life of an innocent old woman and the trauma of equally as innocent children.

The images changed once more. Dyon now saw himself standing amid a forest of black flames. His heart was darkened and his rage was unquenchable. By the time he awoke from his anger, the orphanage he thought would stand a long time was burnt down to nothing but ash.

The scenes shifted. Dyon suddenly saw himself with Jade wrapping her arms around him from the back, her chest firmly pressed against him.

“You can take me if you want… but know you must take responsibility. I’m not a match for your strength, and I won’t pretend to be. You can force me to do whatever you like… but I’m willing to give myself to you to gain your favor, not as a toy for you to vent,” Jade’s eyes were resolute, but somehow also seductive.

Dyon’s eyes never wavered, staring directly into Jade’s, “Did you think I was a good guy right now? Take off your clothes.”

Jade’s heart skipped a beat. She confused her own self. Didn’t she want to get away from him? Tell him about all the horrible things you did to his dreams! Her mind roared. Isn’t that what you came here for? To kick him while he was down? To sever their relationship entirely?

Why did she feel guilty? Why did she care that his once pure eyes were filled with a murky anger? Why did she care that the young man who would never betray his love was suddenly asking her to strip?

That’s right. She should record this and show it to that love of his. Then she would never trust him again!

Her dress slowly fell from her shoulders, filling Dyon’s eyes with what was nothing short of the body of a goddess. Her breasts had a natural and alluring dip to them. Her nipples were such a delicate and gentle shade of pink that it was almost an offense to touch them. Her chest didn’t disappoint, bouncing lightly as Jade blushed furiously under Dyon’s gaze.

As Jade was about to reach down and take her white laced panties off, Dyon suddenly spun her around.

Jade moaned as her face was lightly pressed against the wall and her breasts were gently fondled.

Jade blushed as she felt something drop to her ankles… she didn’t need to look to see what they were.

Jade’s mind became muddled. Isn’t this what she wanted? Wait, no, that was what the her from before wanted.

Hold on, was this really what the old her wanted? There was no love or care here. He was treating her just like he treated Mithrandir, like a toy to be commanded. So why did it feel so good?

Suddenly, a raging tempest of Dyon’s celestial will and aurora flame blazed, as his hand invaded Jade’s delicate regions. 

Cries of pleasure rang out from Jade for what seemed like hours. She lost count of how many times she climaxed that day. If it wasn’t for Dyon holding her up with his free hand, she would have long since collapsed to the ground. Her legs were weak, fragile and trembling.

Her fair skin was flushed a deep shade of red that glistened under the faint light of the corridor and her sweat. Finally, Dyon let her go and she fell softly to the floor, trying to catch her breath.

By the time she looked up, Dyon was gone.