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A Chosen Hero Who Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

In Eutimia, the people are divided into four castes: magic users of music and songs; food magic users; ordinary magic users; and those with no magic talent. And Marleen Harper just wanted to enjoy his normal life as the owner of a not-so-popular cooking school in Eutimia and a user of food magic when he received news of his parents' death from Iskandar Lennon, his best friend, whom he hadn't seen since he left the palace where he was raised as the younger brother of Marion Harper, the crown prince of the kingdom of Eutimia as well as his older brother. He, who initially only wants to continue to enjoy his normal life, is forced to face difficult choices when he finds out that he is the person in the legend who will determine the future of Eutimia, which is in danger thanks to the presence of Ciardha, a rebellious magician who wants to rule over Eutimia and the whole world by making himself the sole ruler, and who disturbs the peaceful life in Eutimia with various attacks aimed at magic users from the first and second castes, the highest caste in Eutimia. Which option will Marleen choose; to help save Eutimia from Ciardha's hands, or instead join Ciardha and create a new world that will change the whole order of life in Eutimia?

carmen_irene27 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Chapter 28

We then continued our making-out session during our shower time. Every now and then we stopped to give me a chance to catch my breath, which was having a hard time keeping up with Shanon's kiss rhythm which was much faster than before. 

But I refused to let my girlfriend slow down the tempo of her kisses and asked her to keep her rhythm as I continued to try to match my kissing rhythm with hers.

And now, in the bathtub where the water was no longer as warm as before, we ended our kiss for the umpteenth time and sat down without taking our eyes off each other. 

I let her hands move across my upper body as I closed my eyes and leaned my body against the side of the bathtub, enjoying every touch she gave me at that moment. 

The only sound that could be heard was our breathing and my moaning sounds as I let her way of touching my bare chest to my waist and kissing each part of my upper body, marking every part she kissed and claiming it as hers.