Chapter 7: A Morning Filled with the Colors of Spring

"Master, you are being too rough! Please do not be so violent, Aya's chest hurts!" The mournful cry of Aya, echoing in his ears, was like a bucket of cold water that instantly extinguished Ulysses' fiery desire, causing him to reflexively release his grip on Aya's right breast

No, it is not good. I feel that the desire, which had been so hard to extinguish, is showing signs of rekindling under the temptation of this little demon, Aiya. Ulysses decisively pushed Aiya away from his embrace and closed his eyes. The allure of this little demon is simply too great; if this continues, he will surely lose himself. With no other choice, he commanded Aiya for the first time in his capacity as her master

Upon opening his eyes, what came into view was Aiya's beautiful face, adorned with a hint of a mysterious smile. For some reason, Ulysses once again felt an extremely ominous premonition.

Ah! Master, you are truly something! So excited so early in the morning!" Just as Ulysses was immersed in the wonderful sensation transmitted through his right hand, a voice as charming as can be came from his right side. Turning his head, he saw Aiya's beautiful face, one that could only appear in human dreams, less than half a meter away from him, her crystal-clear eyes filled with enticing allure as they gazed at him.

It's all right! Master, I was just startled a moment ago. This level of pain is really nothing at all! Look, this little injury will heal in just a few seconds!" Aya, seeing Ulysses apologizing to her, was taken aback and quickly explained. Under Ulysses' gaze, the fingerprint had indeed become blurred and seemed about to disappear.

"Have you finally admitted that you are my master? My dear." With Aiya's sweet whispers in his ear, Ulysses seemed to glimpse his exceedingly dark future

Since his birth eighteen years ago, Ulysses had never seen a girl’s naked body. Although a few girls in the village had expressed their affection for him, he had never entertained any thoughts about them, as he was solely focused on mastering light magic to become a priest. After arriving in Taj City and befriending the orc warrior Kanka, who claimed to be a love expert among orcs, Kanka had introduced him to several attractive female mercenaries, all of whom he had turned down. Although the Supreme God Church did not require priests to remain chaste before their baptism, it did stipulate that priests who had undergone formal baptism must not engage with women. However, Ulysses, whose greatest life goal was to become a respected priest, had long decided to remain celibate for life. Therefore, when the stunningly beautiful figure of Aiyana appeared before him without any cover, his mind experienced the greatest shock since his birth.

Oh my! Who can tell him what is going on? Isn't Aiya the beautiful girl who appeared in his dream last night? How could she be in reality? And on his bed, no less! Could it be that everything from last night was not a dream? Has he really died once and become the heir to the Demon King? Ulysses's mind was in chaos! Aiya's appearance made him realize that everything from last night was likely not an illusory dream but an undeniable reality. Moreover, he had become the heir to the Demon King! Ulysses's mind was in turmoil! Aiya's presence made him acutely aware that everything from last night was probably not a mere fantasy but a stark reality. Suddenly, Ulysses thought of an urgent question... If the beautiful girl Aiya before him was not a figment of his dream but a real girl, then what he was holding in his right hand, the "mantou," could it be...

It seems that I should read fewer hero novels that are unrelated to the priesthood examination. If it weren't for reading so many stories about how heroes battle against demon lords, I would not have had such a nonsensical dream. After summarizing the reasons for his dream last night, Ulysses decided to temporarily focus only on books related to the priesthood examination. After all, for him, becoming a respected priest is his greatest dream. Although those hero novels are quite entertaining to read, they are of no use in helping him achieve his dream, so he must set them aside for the time being.

"What have I done!" Looking at Aiya's tear-filled purple eyes and the clear red fingerprints on her right breast, Ulysses could hardly believe this was his doing. How could he have committed such an atrocity against such a petite girl! Was this body, driven by desire, truly his, the one who aspired to become a respected priest?

Aya seemed to sense the doubts in Ulysses' heart and took the initiative to unveil the mystery. With a wave of her small hand, she pushed aside Ulysses' blanket. Instantly, the garden was filled with the colors of spring.

"I am sorry, Aya, yes, I am sorry..." The overwhelming guilt caused Ulysses to become incoherent, only knowing to continuously apologize to Aya

What is this? Do I have steamed buns in my blanket? Just as he was about to throw off the quilt covering him, Ulysses's right hand touched a round, soft object. He curiously grasped it and felt a warm, smooth sensation at his fingertips, an indescribable comfort.

Indeed, it was a dream! How wonderful! Thank you, Supreme God! After scanning the room with his eyes, Ulysses had never felt that his messy room was so lovely as he did today. The reason was the nightmare he had last night, in which he was pierced through the heart by a masked man wielding a dagger and a book, dying in the process. However, after his death, he inexplicably resurrected in his own room. Then, a lovely girl who could float in the air appeared before him, introducing herself as Aya, the Book Sorceress. She informed him that his resurrection was due to a contract he had signed with the Book of the Demon King, making him the heir to a demon king named Astaroth. That dream was so vivid that Ulysses could still clearly remember the fear and despair in his heart when the masked man's dagger pierced his heart. At the same time, the dreamlike beauty of the girl named Aya left a profound impression on him. To be honest, the moment he saw Aya, he truly believed she was a purple fairy who had stepped out of human dreams, for such cuteness and beauty could not possibly exist in reality. However, now his thoughts were confirmed; the girl named Aya was indeed a lovely fairy that could only exist in human dreams, and everything he experienced last night was merely a dream. The strongest evidence supporting this judgment was that there was no trace of the girl named Aya in this room.

The blood felt as if it were burning with intense heat, and the sound of the heartbeat resonated like the booming of war drums. The fire of desire ignited from Ulysses' right hand, which held Aia's chest, instantly engulfing his entire body. Not only did he not loosen his grip on the small bud of Hutu, but he tightened it even further.

Ah, after a big stretch, Ulysses' consciousness was fully awakened

So, my master, let us be intimate once more! This time, I will not cry out in pain. At some point, Aya once again nestled into Ulysses' embrace, beginning to tempt him anew

In the early morning, a ray of golden sunlight streamed through the gap in the window, illuminating the face of the sleeping Ulysses. Feeling the warmth of the sunlight, Ulysses gradually awoke from his dreams and opened his eyes

"Aya, in the name of the master, I command you to put on your clothes immediately and cease your temptations towards me"

"Master, I have put on my clothes! You may open your eyes now." After five minutes, Ulysses heard the sweet voice of Aiyana.

Get up! It's almost time for practice. Ulysses prepared to get out of bed to begin his morning light magic practice, a habit he has maintained for thirteen years

A beautiful body capable of driving any man mad was presented before Ulysses, completely unclothed, while in his right hand he held one of the budding flowers, referred to as a "mantou." Under Aia's intentional or unintentional display, every part of her snow-white body was clearly visible to Ulysses, including the most intimate areas of the young girl.