Black Sail
Chapter 211: CCXI. Harem

Chapter 211: CCXI. Harem

Mo Yutong rested one arm on top of the other hand, damn it, she’d let something slip, how did she become so unrestrained?

It was probably the subconscious taking over as her long-taut nerves relaxed.

But after all, the woman was straight, still married, with insurmountable, sorrowful barriers that must not be breached.

Wait a second!

Liszt said he was going to get a divorce, this guy, he’s truly detestable, completely clueless, hurry up and get out of this relationship!

"You’re getting more and more arrogant, aren’t you?"

Dreya set the Red Crystal aside, paid no heed to the divorce alimony, elegantly flicked her robe, and sat down in the chair, crossing her leg over the other. The rustle of silk as she caressed her leg, along with her long, straight, creamy-white legs and the smooth, sculpted contours of her bare ankles.

Liszt was accustomed to this, while Mo Yutong waited restlessly for her to come put out the fire of immorality.

Dreya even called out Liszt’s full name with deliberate pauses.

He thought to himself that this was not good; at such times, nothing he could say would be right, only letting Dreya indulge her cravings would work. "You haven’t had Cosmic Person’s blood for months; you must be struggling, just pretending to be calm."

"I’ve put you in a difficult position."

Liszt drew the dagger he carried with him and forcibly opened Mo Yutong’s neckline, revealing her smooth, delicate, snow-white skin, her distinct collarbones, and her body fat percentage in just the right places, protruding just enough.

Dreya was stunned; was Liszt playing such twisted games now? She also sensed the different taste of that blood, as well as the unmistakably genuine rich fragrance unique to a virgin.

But Hell followed swiftly.

Meredith had already come upstairs, while Goria clung to her desperately, but Meredith wasn’t here to dine, she came to settle scores.

If it was that woman’s seduction, it would have been one thing; she could quickly unravel the mess, break off the relationship, and possibly reconcile. After all, considering Goria’s lonely situation on a remote island overseas, the temptation could indeed be too much to withstand.

At the study door, there was a blood-red barrier set by Dreya; Meredith, somewhat intoxicated, did not care about these, with arcane spells at the ready, condensing a gray æther missile in her palm.

She hurled it towards the barrier, causing the door frame to tremble and splinter chips of wood.

Liszt knew he was screwed; some old clever dick on the ship must have spilled the beans, Meredith was here to settle the account.

Dreya had no time to care about Mo Yutong’s neck at the moment, she frowned, withdrew the Spell, and awaited the ensuing drama.

Meredith discovered the perverse situation in the room, with Liszt disheveling Mo Yutong’s clothes, and that red-haired woman seemed eager and restless.

"So, it was you, spending time with Goria these days? Have you two slept together?"

Meredith, truly a tough gal, had an aura far stronger than Goria’s and spoke with a slight anger.

Goria was in an extreme dilemma, caught between them, not knowing what to say, just holding on to Meredith’s hem, begging her not to be impulsive.

How could Goria ever expect to see her again? Where on earth did Liszt bump into her and bring her back?

"We live together, what do you think?"

Dreya said nonchalantly, her attitude too poor for that busty woman; she gestured for Goria to come over and declare her dominance.

Goria took a step forward, then hesitated, listening to her tone, Dreya also got a bit angry, after all, her home was being invaded, demanding Dreya to keep cool too.

Mo Yutong also smelled the sensation of a near-explosion, their relationship was a mess, even more riotous than the North American neodymium copper circle; she didn’t care much, why couldn’t they just be together?

"How did you sleep?"

"An adventurer and a woman guarding an empty bed, you find all sorts of ways to sleep."

Dreya said uncaringly.

Meredith was already exploding with rage, pulling out her short sword.

Liszt, who had been silent in the corner, couldn’t ignore things anymore.

"Girl, cool it down a bit, there’s no need for knives and guns during the holiday."

Liszt stood by Dreya’s side, his tone not too harsh, after all, he was Goria’s "husband".

An old couple.

Dreya gave a knowing smile; her husband was still the one who cherished her the most, looping her arm through Liszt’s, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Did you initiate it, or did she?"

"You’re asking the wrong question. Lily and I are just good sisters; tasting a bit of blood now and then and enjoying ourselves is part of the deal."

Dreya didn’t take it seriously.

The nickname made Meredith somewhat lose her mind.

"Liszt is your husband, right? I must find what I’ve lost."

Meredith unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt and wrapped her arms tightly around Liszt.

Liszt was greatly shocked. What kind of bizarre unfoldment was this, but he had to admit, it was rather grand.

Dreya’s face turned ashen, and true anger surfaced. She shoved Liszt away and went on the offensive.

Both her hands seized Meredith’s wrists.

Meredith tried to resist. She could wield a two-hundred-pound axe, but under Dreya’s seemingly delicate arms lay a terrifying strength.

As Dreya slightly nudged with her knee, Meredith was pushed down onto the sofa.

Dreya opened her mouth, revealing perfectly groomed teeth, including two fangs, and bit down on Meredith’s shoulder with her red lips, her vampire nature erupting.

Both women were panting heavily.

One of Dreya’s knees was still pressing against her.

With onlookers besides, even the iron-faced Meredith showed a blush of embarrassment.

The dagger in her hand also fell to the floor, powerless.

Mo Yutong’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. The current level of chaos had reached its extreme, with everyone seemingly becoming each other’s third wheel.

Liszt rolled his tongue against his cheek, "Hey, I’m still standing here."

Meredith gave him a peculiar look and mouthed something, fearing Liszt didn’t understand, she repeated it.

Boom!

Liszt was struck as if by lightning, for she spoke a two-syllable name, which together was Sharon. Sweat followed down his forehead, "Okay, okay, so this is the game we’re playing."

It was one thing to have an amicable breakup with Dreya. But in her heart, if she cheated it wasn’t really cheating, a double standard. If this was exposed, it would drive her mad.

Truly like being in hell. But sister, what exactly do you mean? Are you asking for my help, or what? You seem to show no sign of resistance, hey.

Dreya stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and even savored the blood on her lips for a moment.

Meredith was already somewhat limp and powerless.

"Little Mei..."

Goria hurriedly sat next to her, wiping a few drops of blood from her shoulder wound with a scarf.

Meredith pushed her away and sat up by herself, her black hair a little disheveled, wiping under her right eye where thorn tattoos concealed a wound, her eyes welling up with tears.

Huh?

Liszt was somewhat surprised. She seemed like a completely different person. Was this the fierce woman who wielded an axe at Water Pavilion Autumn Moon? Suddenly turned into a fragile girl, dammit, her aura was completely different. Does every tough T have a vulnerable side?

"Alright, alright, everything from the past is over now."

Dreya sat next to her as well, rubbing her hair, then shot a hateful glance at Liszt, "It’s all this pirate’s fault. He must have tricked you from somewhere. Lily and I are just sisters, and Little Mei, you’re the same, now we’re all family. If Liszt bullies you again, tell me."

Just as Liszt thought Meredith was about to explode again.

She actually hummed softly in response.

Liszt’s eyes widened. What the hell, what kind of curse did Dreya cast on her? Did she drug her during the blood-sucking, dammit?!

It was all too chaotic.

By now, it had become art.

Only Liszt was the outsider. Fucking hell, so Kagome and Kikyo are both yours.

I got nothing.

Mo Yutong was also just purely a fan of looks.

These three didn’t even pay attention to their own.

Dreya shot him a playful look, as if to say, if Liszt behaved himself, perhaps... there could be a chance.