Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Dylan Is Annoyed
Dylan stared at the naked figure of the woman of his dreams.

She was nearly fully in the nude. With only a bit of underwear to cover up her lower side and her white hair, dancing down to shield his eyes from her chest.

However, it was enough to guess that a little sway of her head was all it took to reveal more of her inviting body. The thought of this alone was mind boggling, he could not help but wish she would turn her head a little as he stared at the pinkish nipple, barely peeping out at him.

Her figure was slender, a characteristic of her beast kind. Her skin was somewhat fair, and the little trace of moonlite that came from the lightly draped curtain only added and extra effect to her seductiveness.

She looked his way, her eyes betraying her need for him, and then she looked away as if not to care what he was going to do.

She took her time, her steps, well measured as she mounted the bed, and then she spread her legs to him.

Dylan saw this, his eyes widened in surprise as his blood boiled with intent.

Without a waste for time, he hurriedly stripped his clothes like he was on fire, kicking them to the ground as he mounted the bed and then her body.

As he did so, he began by kissing her neck, tracing her body with his desire to have her. His fingers cupped one side of her chest as he squeezed tightly.

It felt a little harder than he remembered it, and even bigger too. In fact, a lot bigger, but that did not matter. After all, it was all to his enjoyment.

His Manhood pointed towards the center of her legs, as his other hand traced her panties and with incredible force, he ripped them off.

He subconsciously looked below, at the price, and then he was ready to take her. But before that, there wa ssomething even more that he desired, and so he looked up at her. His eyes looking into her own as he leaned in to enjoy the kiss.

However, just as he was about to kiss her, he felt a rod push at him.

That did not feel right and he wanted to shift the obstruction from his path. However, looking down, he was surprised to see that it was the same Sword.

the same sword that had obstructed him before.

This was the sword that had been gifted to him by Maverick.

Dylan paused a bit as a memory brushed past his consciousness.

it was of when he was training with maverick. How the fox man had teased him with the small bell on his shirt. maverick back then had said that it was due to his uselessness that he had lost momoh.

Dylan shook his head. After all hat did not just make literal sense.

“Maverick!? But I met him after…” he paused.

His brain tried hard to draw out conjectures. Even now, as he held the sword, he remembered the things he had done with it. The battles he had fought.

Just a touch of the edge of this blade would turn one’s organs inside out.

Dylan could not help but find himself tempted to touch its edge, but his instincts reframed him from it.

Just then, Momoh spoke up, “Dylan! come here my love. I am ready for you.”

He gaze shifted from the sword to her, and back again, and then for a slight moment, her face seemed to blur. And then he saw underneath.

It was a face with blackened teeth masked underneath. The sight of which made him take a huge jump back.

However, Momoh’s face had been restored.

That monstrous face. He had seen its kind before. In fact, it hunted him a bit. After all, he Deamon and the others had fought for days with no end.

“Wait a minute… Deamon. Where is Deamon! I… We came together?”

“Dylan!?” Momoh had a frown on her face, “yes, you told me. Your child hood friend. But he is not here at the moment. So why don’t you come here and make love to me.” she spread her legs even wider.

And Dylan leaned in again. However leaned back once more. Some thing did not feel right.

“No!” he stepped back, however, he was still hard, contemplating whether he was actually refusing the most adorned woman of his entire life.

However, a pain that had been suppressed for far too long within was rising. It came with anger, cooked and parboiled against one man for the death of his love.

Yet, the reason for so much hate was before him.

It just did not make sense. Nothing made sense.

However, momoh could tell that he was up to something and she stood on the bed. However, she no longer had that elegance that she previously had.

She stood like a barbarian that was seeing prey it was about to hunt.

At such a time, he noticed the breasts that he had been playing with only moments ago, was dropping to the ground a little more than they should, looking like the saggy breasts of an old expired whore.

the sight of which made him recoil, his hardness instantly disappearing.

And then he remembered. How could he not? He had spent days toiling at the first test with no end.

The second test. That was the test of the mind.

Besides, this was the fog of unbounded demise.

It had its name like that for a reason. Right now, his desire was being used against him.

Dylan frowned as his eyes suddenly focused on the figure of Momoh before him. Her breasts sagged so far down that it was at her knees.

“How dare you pervert her form!” Dylan frowned, as his hand wrapped around the handle of the sword. “You will pay for this sin!”

At the same time, the figure of momoh opened its mouth wide, revealing abnormal rows of teeth as it launched at him.

Dylan moved with his blade. It was only one strike. He appeared behind the Bloodlust, the blade filled with blood. The two ragged lumps of saggy breasts fell to the ground, cleanly cut from the roots, and then came its head.