Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 990 990: Aether is Yandere? Of course, not... really... believe him!!

After finishing lunch (Well, kind of), both Xara and Aether walked with a hurried pace from the dining room, their footsteps echoing faintly in the hallway.

Xara just kept dragging him, her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist as if afraid he might slip away, tugging him straight into his room without a word.

And then—Thud!

Xara slammed—no, she furiously slammed the door behind them, locking it with a jarring clack before spinning around to corner Aether between her and the cold wall.

”Do you have any idea what you were doing there?” Xara asked, her voice quivering with restrained fury, frustration, and something much deeper—something dangerous and forbidden. She was barely holding herself together.

Aether blinked at her, a picture of innocence painted across his face as he tilted his head. ”What do you mean?” he asked, lips parting just slightly, as though he were genuinely puzzled.

Xaraʼs lips twitched, trembling with emotion as her hands curled into fists. ”Donʼt try to act smart with me… You damn well know what Iʼm talking about,” she growled, her voice husky with a mix of anger and shame.

Still playing the fool, Aether placed a finger against his lips, putting on a thoughtful expression. ”I know? Huh… I donʼt recall doing anything wrong,” he replied with confusion.

Xara gritted her teeth, her whole body tensing. She knew.... She damn well knew he was teasing her, pushing her buttons on purpose, playing this slow and delicious revenge on her.

Xara gritted her teeth before, she knew... she damn knew he was getting revenge on her!!

But… was she really wrong back then?

She had tried to be a good, responsible mother for him—firm, composed, gentle. She had been trying to guide him, to reason with him, protect him from things he wasnʼt ready for.

That time, it was pure.

But now...

”N-Now everything is d-different...” Xara muttered under her breath, cheeks flushing a delicate pink, her words hitching as the weight of the moment cracked her composure.

Aether leaned in slightly, still playing innocent, his voice smooth like honey, ”Different? How so? Explain to me... M.O.M?” he asked with a sly grin, dragging out the last word.

Her face twitched as veins popped on her forehead. Xara lowered her head, voice shaky and small. ”I... I hate it...” she whispered.

Aetherʼs grin widened, eyes gleaming like a predator slowly closing in. ”Oh? Hate what exactly? Hearing me say ʼMomʼ?”

Xara drew in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed and burning with unspoken emotions. Her lips parted. ”Hmm... sigh... I... Donʼt call me Mom anymore... It feels... weird. Too weird. And...” Her voice broke slightly as she added in a quieter tone, ”Itʼs annoying... makes me feel things I shouldnʼt...” and something else she muttered was no longer clearly audible.

Still, Aether smirked even more. He was sure he had seduced her, but for whatever reason, his Log wasnʼt accepting... Was he missing something? But look at the woman before him... she was literally shy and madly in love with him!!!

He stepped closer, ”Then what should I call you?” he whispered, closing the distance between them with slow, dangerous grace.

Xara let out a shaky sigh, her pulse fluttering as she nervously raised her head. Relief flooded her expression—she had expected more teasing, more torment. But instead, he asked her gently, almost sincerely...

But before she could speak—

She gasped and stumbled back, eyes wide in shock.

Aether stood barely an inch away in his original form, his divine and ethereally dark aura overwhelming her senses.

She nearly fell, but before gravity could betray her, Aether caught her with effortless ease, sweeping her into his arms like a prince out of a forbidden fairytale. One of his arms curled protectively around her waist while the other ran through his long, silky white hair in a sensual motion. He tilted his head, voice low and seductive, ”Tell me... What should I call you?... Darling?~ Or something...?”

”!!!”

Xara flinched, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. Her cheeks turned beet red, and an unbearable heat flooded her chest and lower belly, as if her blood itself had caught fire.

She tried to push against him, to escape, to regain control—but her limbs felt like jelly. Her hands were too weak. Her will too shaken.

”A-Aether...” she murmured, but that was all her lips could manage.