My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Flowing in the Wind Part 1
“AHEM!” Hisame cleared her throat, a little too loudly.

The two were getting way too into it, and for some reason, that irritated her more than it should have.

She chalked it up to secondhand embarrassment, but even as she looked away, her fingers curled into her sleeves.

Then Asher glanced up.

For the first time, she got a proper look at his face, and—

Her thoughts tripped over themselves.

His golden eyes met hers for just a second before looking away, but that was all it took to send a strange jolt through her chest.

And it wasn’t just his eyes—everything about him stood out.

The white hair, the way the light hit his sharp features—damn.

Now she understood why Lucy had fallen so hard. Who wouldn’t?

A weird warmth crept up her neck. She quickly touched her face, frowning as if that would make it go away.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

‘And…am I hallucinating? Why does he look like he’s sparkling?’

This was ridiculous. She had never been the type to get all weak-kneed over a guy, and she certainly wasn’t about to start now.

Still, she found herself glancing at him again, just once.

And maybe holding her breath.

Just a little.

Asher noticed her reaction and shot her a look, all while keeping Lucy securely in his arms.

‘Another one, huh…’

He could tell she was falling for him. And it wasn’t like she lacked appeal.

She carried a certain charm—the kind that could make any men desperate just for a one night with her.

But right now, his heart was too full to make space for anyone else.

So he just pretended not to notice, closing his eyes as he pulled Lucy closer.

It was better this way—better to make it clear to Hisame that there was no place for her .

When they were done, he gently wiped Lucy’s tears and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Let’s go home. I’m tired.”

Lucy nodded, feeling the same.

Before they left, though, he walked toward Hisame and handed her a bundle of magic artifacts—each one carefully chosen to fit her fighting style.

A sleek obsidian dagger, its blade humming with enchantment, capable of cutting through most magical barriers.

A small jade pendant, glowing faintly, imbued with a protective charm that could shield her from a fatal blow once.

Finally, he placed a silver ring in her palm—a binding artifact that could amplify her power when activated but came with a catch: once used, it would drain the wearer’s strength for hours.

“Be careful with that so-called Supreme Commander—he’s dangerous,” Asher warned. “Take these, and don’t fight him head-on. Run if he tries to kill you.”

“Thank you.” Hisame took everything, her fingers tightening around the artifacts as a thought slipped into her mind.

‘Why is he doing this much for me?’

‘Could it be… he likes me too?’

The thought bloomed in her mind, bringing warmth to her chest.

She could already picture it—the romantic tale of an overpowered god melting in the face of her charm.

But before the fantasy could fully take shape, he shattered it like a glass.

“I’m only doing this because you helped,” he said flatly. “So don’t read too much into it.”

Then, without another word, he grabbed Lucy and poof—gone.

She blinked at the empty space where he’d stood just moments ago.

‘Seriously?’ she muttered, scowling. ‘At least let me pretend I had a chance.’

And just like that, her first love ended—not in a grand, heart-wrenching moment, but in the most anticlimactic way possible.

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Asher and Lucy hovered above the mountains, suspended in midair as the wind rushed past them.

The mist swallowed the land below, rolling in heavy waves that blurred the edges of the mountains. From this height, it almost looked like a silent, endless ocean.

This place didn’t belong in his world. He knew that much.

But whatever the reason for this place’s existence, it didn’t matter to him. His business here was done.

He reached into his space bag, fingers brushing against cold metal.

A second later, light flared in the air before him, and a massive airship took shape.

Massive propellers hummed with energy as the ship hovered effortlessly, its balloon-like envelope keeping it aloft.

Intricate golden carvings adorned the hull, while large fins and stabilizers adjusted with the shifting currents of the sky.

Lucy stared at the airship, then at Asher’s space bag, then back at the airship.

At this point, she was numb to whatever he pulled out of there. After seeing him summon an entire fortress, a floating boat barely even registered as surprising.

The two stepped onto the main deck, and though most of the ship was made of some kind of metal, the floors were wooden.

And yet, they felt incredibly sturdy—too sturdy to be just ordinary wood.

Lucy doubted he would use anything so mundane.

No, knowing him, the materials in this ship were probably so rare and expensive that just one panel of this wood could cost more than her entire tower.

‘Is this wood from some kind of ancient giant tree?’ she wondered, half-expecting it to be infused with the soul of a god.

“Are we riding this back home?” she asked, trying to start a conversation before her thoughts spiraled again,

“Yes,”

“Why aren’t we just teleporting?”

Asher let out a tired sigh “I’m too exhausted for another long-distance teleportation,”

Then, he placed his hand on a glass crystal sitting atop what should have been a steering wheel.

The moment his fingers made contact, the ship hummed to life, and with a gentle lurch, it smoothly began to glide through the sky.

He didn’t need to worry about energy—back in Eryx, he had modified the ship, replacing its original power source with a dragon core.

With that much power, this thing could probably fly for decades without stopping.

“Let’s go to the captain’s quarters to rest,” he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles against her palm—just enough to make his meaning clear.