Chapter 16
Spared Out of Spite (Part 2)
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"It's wine...."
That was the last thing he'd drunk before this all started. Only then did he realize that the wine he had drunk earlier had been spiked with a significant dose of neutralizer that was used to nullify all his powers and abilities.
Arondight's breath caught again as he looked at Red Hilt with fury, "What...did you do to me?"
Arondight tried to get up, but his legs couldn't handle the weakness, and he immediately collapsed into Red Hilt's arms.
"There's no point in fighting anymore, Arondight..." Red Hilt told him while his arms wrapped firmly around the weakened hero. When he was sure Arondight could no longer resist, he effortlessly lifted him into his arms, carrying him as though he weighed nothing.
Then, he turned to the staff with a cold and commanding tone and said, "Leave us. Now."
Upon hearing the order, the waiters and helpers immediately scrambled to leave, moving so quickly they didn't even dare to stop to collect their belongings. Silence settled over the hall when the last of the waiters and helpers disappeared through the doors. That's when Red Hilt took Arondight to a private room he had reserved exclusively for them.
With a quiet push from one of Red Hilt's shadowy extensions, it reached forward and pushed the door open to reveal a vast, private chamber. The room was as elegant as the grand dining hall with crystal chandeliers, gleaming floors, and expensive dark wood furniture. At its center stood a single, huge bed draped in white sheets, and beside it was a small table, neatly arranged with an unopened bottle of scented lube and a few sachets of flavored rubbers.
Red Hilt lowered Arondight carefully onto the edge of the bed. The only sound that could be heard in that elegant, vast space was the uneven rhythm of the young hero's breathing. Then from there, the villain began to crawl over Arondight's legs. He slowly shed his jacket and necktie, letting them fall into the floor, before reaching for the buttons of his undershirt. With each button he undid, his gaze was fixed on Arondight's fiery red face, barely capable of movement as he lay paralyzed on the white sheets.
Red Hilt had never really taken the time to study the young hero's face before, but now that he had that chance, he realized Arondight's face wasn't bad at all. In fact, the man was strikingly beautiful, especially his pair of deep blue eyes and that deceptively gentle face.
Yes, that face...
He wanted to see them twist and melt with pleasure under his touch.
"Don't worry, hero..." Red Hilt lustfully murmured as he shifted his weight, pressing his body against Arondight's incapacitated form. "I'll make sure you enjoy the night with me." Then, he dipped his head forward, placing a long, lewd kiss just beneath Arondight's ear, trailing down to the sensitive curve of his neck. "The only difference is...you won't be able to move as much as you like."
Arondight let out a strangled, helpless moan as Red Hilt's lips brushed down his neck. He wanted to scream, tear himself free from the oppressive weight of the villain, and run away, but he couldn't. He was unable to move. His body was so hot, it felt like he was burning from the inside. To make matters worse, beneath his elegant clothes, his shaft was starting to get hard and rise, pushing against the fabric of his trousers.
It was painful...
"I swear, I will kill you!" Arondight's voice broke with anger as he struggled to move. He attempted to twist his head away, to summon every single, genuine word of protest. Still, the paralysis held him like iron chains. Tears started forming in his eyes because he couldn't do anything about his situation. Despite that, Arondight still showed courage and defiance against the villain's will. He lunged forward, twisted his head, and sank his teeth into the solid muscle of Red Hilt's shoulder. The hero's teeth drove deep, tearing through the villain's undershirt and biting into the flesh. Blood immediately bloomed on the white fabric, and the coppery taste of blood filled Arondight's mouth.
Yet, Red Hilt didn't flinch, as if the hero's desperate attack were just some kind of mosquito bite for him.
"You're only torturing yourself, Arondight..." Red Hilt said to him, then he pulled Arondight's hair and forced the hero to meet his gaze. "First of all, I have no intention of hurting you. But if you insist like that, I won't hesitate to finish you off."
"Just kill me then!" the hero boldly ripped out those words while his eyes were starting to form tears. "I'd rather do that than have my remaining dignity trampled like this! I'm not what you think, Red Hilt! I'm not some draggy person who would randomly fuck someone I don't like! Everything that happened between us was a big mistake, and I swore to myself that it would never happen again! So if you're going to force me, you'd better just kill me! Right now!"
Those outbursts of words made the entire room fall into silence, and the only sound in the room was Arondight's ragged breaths of anger, accompanied by his weak and suppressed sobs. Red Hilt did not move as he stared into Arondight's fierce, tear-streaked pair of blue eyes, still burning with defiance and strong desire to die with honor rather than be defiled.
Something about it hit Red Hilt the wrong way.
First of all, he never actually intended to hurt the hero-teasing him, yes, maybe even breaking his composure a little, but deep down, there was also that urge to touch him again and to chase that same intoxicating pleasure he'd felt the first time they've done it.
And yet...because of those words Arondight threw at him, all of it vanished, and just like that, his appetite was gone.
Arondight had managed to do the one thing Red Hilt thought was impossible....
The hero killed his mood.
After a long, heavy pause, Red Hilt slowly drew back. Without a word, he reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed and draped it gently over Arondight's trembling form.
Arondight blinked. He was very surprised by the sudden turn of events.
"What are you doing? Why did you stop?" He suddenly blurted out in response to his confusion.
"I'm not in the mood anymore..." Then the villain got out of bed and picked up his jacket from the floor. Arondight could hardly believe what had just happened, that Red Hilt had backed down. All he could do that time was watch helplessly as the villain turned and walked away. At the same time, the sound of his heart kept on pounding inside his chest, as if to remind him that what had just happened wasn't a form of mercy from the villain...
It was a pity.