CHAPTER 18: Seduction

Death is a strange experience and so was everything related to it. It is the inevitable end that most try to avoid but few have escaped. Yet even those who are considered to be immortal, share a common trait, there is always something to guarantee an end to their existence. Death is the ultimate predator.

"Gasp!"

Milas inhaled the fresh, sweet air that he thought he would never breath again. His eyes scanned the simple but lavish decorations of the room and realized that his was back to where he had slept. He was shocked as his body had no wounds or aches. It was like the memories of the torture he endured were nothing but a nightmare.

The only thing that confirmed to Milas that it wasn't a nightmare was that he was stark naked. He may have been covered by a blanket but the realization that someone had striped him terrified him. Milas' imagination on the things that could have happened while he was unconscious only intensified the fear.

He threw away the blanket and stood in front of a large mirror that let him see his whole body. Milas scanned every inch of his being and found nothing wrong but he couldn't calm down. He was cursing the healing factor of his body as any signs would have healed by now.

Milas heard a gasp behind him followed by the sound of something soft hitting the ground. He was about to turn around when he saw the reflection of the cute female servant staring at him. Milas felt embarrassed by the situation but he was far from any cover and the servant was frozen. He did the only thing his crazy brain told him to do in order to avoid further awkwardness... act like nothing's wrong.

"I'm not a small man so I guess I should be proud of my size. Besides, I won't interact with her that much so this accident can easily be forgotten." Milas thought as he turned around and walked towards her. The servant was backing away with a red face but the wall prevented her from going anywhere.

She was panicking and tried to apologize but she looked up and saw Milas' nude figure standing a meter away from her. She closed her eyes and surrendered to her fate as she knew that she had no strength or skills to resist him. She felt something tug her foot and peaked to see Milas trying to pick up the clothes she had dropped. She lifted her foot up to release the pants she was stepping on.

Milas was going through a whirlpool of emotions as he picked the clothes off and put them on. His mind was a council of different voices telling him a lot of random things. Some were trying to convince him to stop his stupidity, others were congratulating him for his bravery and a few were telling him to devour her. The one thing they agreed on was the craziness of his actions.

Milas kept a neutral expression throughout the process, even when he saw that the servant never looked away. This was one of the hardest things that Milas had ever experienced. He finished putting the clothes on and walked closer to the servant.

The female servant wanted to look away but the chiseled body and handsome face of the young man had frozen her eyes. The man in question was now inches away from her and her sensitive nose picked up his masculine scent. His hand touched her cheek and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She shut her eyes and felt the tingle from his touch sending electricity through her body.

"Are you okay? You look ill." The care in the man's voice was clear and it made her fuzzy when she realized that he was the first person to worry about her.

"I.. I'm fine. D... don't worry ab...out it." The female servant was flustered and having trouble with speaking. She wanted to get away from him but Milas had accidentally charmed her. He brought his face closer to her and whispered in her ear.

"You don't mind telling me what happened to me, do you?" Milas was surprised with what he was doing but he was just going with the flow.

"I... I can't. Master told me not to speak with you. I can't disobey him." The female vampire was starting to recover at the mention of her master so Milas chose a desperate move.

"He's my master too. So don't worry about it. It can be our little secret. And who knows what other secrets we can have if we trust each other." Milas was so close to her that he could feel her warm breath on his face. The slightest shake would make their lips meet but Milas remained motionless.

"The guards said that you died and woke up as soon as your body entered the shade. The guards informed master about it and he brought you here to recover so that you can prepare for your classes." The servant was struggling to speak with her heavy breathing. Milas needed more information so he gently kissed her neck to further destroy her defenses.

"Do you know anything about the training he is planning on." Milas asked while his kisses went closer to the valley of joy on her chest.

"He.. ahhh... wants t... ahh... to test your... ahhh more please!!" Milas slowed down when he realized that he had overdone it and she could barely talk. Her knees were shaking but she was slowly gathering her awareness. Milas ended his interrogation by pretending to be regretful of his actions.

The female servant's face was beet red and her gaze was lowered as Milas apologized for how ' regretful' he was about his behavior. He was blaming his weak will when he was around beautiful girls. Well that was what he told her.

The servant left to inform Deogratius of his awakening. She had to stop outside the room to collect herself before meeting her master. She was thinking of the previous scene when he was touching her face while kissing her neck. She had forgotten about seeing him naked and was wondering why he stopped when she wouldn't have resisted.

The man himself was smiling at his reflection while he thought of how he pried information out of the servant. As a man, he was proud that he easily seduced the servant even though it was completely improvised. Milas had stopped to ensure that the servant trusted him again because of the self-control he showed. Well that and his morals prevented him from using her in that way.

Little did he know that his plan was already known by his master. Deogratius was walking to Milas' room after he heard about the things that happened between him and the servant. He used his charm skill to get the truth from the servant and she answered him. He was fuming when he heard the full story so he went to see the brat that was responsible.

Deogratius barged into the room and scared Milas who was still in front of the mirror. He disappeared from Milas' vision and the next thing Milas saw was the floor and a shoe with the other one stepping on his face. He didn't expect Deogratius to be this angry just because he flirted with a servant.

"Why did you seduce her?" Deogratius asked, his eyes flickered red ensuring that Milas didn't lie.

"I wanted to know what you planned to do during the class so that I can prepare and avoid a repeat of what happened in the well." Milas had no choice but to answer the question truthfully. Deogratius let him stand up and faced away from the teenager with a shoe print on his face. He took a breath before talking to him.

"Since your energy makes you hyper, the combat classes will ensure that you're so tired you won't talk to anyone." Deogratius said and gestured for Milas to follow his figure through the hallways.

"Today will be used to find the weapon that you prefer. Then I will increase your expertise till you can fight and defeat an intermediate tier beast. Consider this as a form of punishment."

"This brat made my servant wet and didn't take responsibility. I guess I have to make him drown in his own sweat to ensure that it gets into his thick skull." These were Deogratius' thoughts when he opened the door to the training room.