OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 225: Control

Or so she thought as Emir was simply brushing his teeth in the toilet.

Lyra showed a bright smile and approached him, her naked body hugging him from behind.

"Good morning."

Emir gurgled for a moment, then spat out water.

"Good morning, my beautiful jailer."

She giggled and let him go, approaching their dress cupboard.

"You know that you're a Seraphim now, right?"

Emir let out an "Ah," and put down his toothbrush.

"It's a habit, I don't know if I'll ever get used to not needing to wash myself."

'Or shit.' He added inwardly.

"....That's understandable... and by the way... D-Did you do it with someone else while I wasn't looking?"

Emir coughed twice, almost choking.

'What the fuck is she on about?!'

'...Let's tease her a bit.'

"What if I did?"

Lyra paused mid-way through wearing her dress and looked back at Emir with shock.

"When? Who? How? Why? Why? WHY?!"

With every word, her half-naked body stepped closer to Emir until she held his gaze while directly in front of him.

"YOU HAVE ME! AREN'T I ENOUGH?!"

Her red eyes grew dark, and grim, showing obvious signs of extreme sadness mixed with obsessiveness.

'Too far?' He inwardly mused.

"I was joking. Calm down, yeah? It's in my memories, you know that."

Lyra's eyes brightened up, appearing back to normal as she nodded her head.

"... But if I did, it wouldn't matter. I control my own life, I don't owe you anything. You seem to forget that your lot plans to put me back to sleep..."

"Bu-but-"

"No buts from you, my little jailer. You ended up loving me first... you've entered the game with a losing hand, and your opponent is a selfish, prideful, controlling, untrusting, and shameless bastard."

"..."

Lyra's silent gaze remained fixated on Emir, not knowing what reply to give.

"If I love you, then I'll hold you to the highest pedestal I can, but until then do NOT attempt to control what I do...."

"Do you understand?"

A saddened Lyra let out a soft whimper, never in her mind did she expect Emir to react this way.

However, after a moment of calm, she understood why he was so adamant about it.

She weakly nodded, not wanting to anger him further.

"Good girl."

Emir brought her closer and kissed her forehead.

'So she's still feels guilt....'

Most of what he just did and said was an act.

Yes, a part of him truly did react to the underlying mention of control but he had considerably calmed after yesterday.

All of this 'anger' he displayed was only to keep Lyra in check. freёnovelkiss.com

But that was it, nothing more...

Maybe the many hours of letting loose last night affected his mind.

It might even be because of his long period of drought.

After all, Lyra wasn't the only one who walked the desert.

Emir did too, or his body did at least, though it was for an entirely different reason.

'... Who knows, they say that people change, subtly at least, after losing their V-card.'

'I didn't lose though.'

'I never lost, never will, I only gained a different status instead.'

After chuckling at his dumb joke they let go of each other and he went up to equip his augmented suit while saying:

"Make sure all the guys are there on time, we need to hold a meeting after breakfast." "Roger prince!"

...

Emir and Lyra walked through a long carpeted hallway, adorned with many drawings, pictures, and paintings that depicted the gang and him on their wild adventures in the past seven months.

It was mainly the gang, however, as he was too busy cultivating in preparations for his debut

as a professor.

But at the end of the hall, two paintings were placed that had him in it.

They were the biggest and they depicted their loss and victory in court.

Emir placed it there to remind himself every time he left the house of how close he got to

losing his loved ones.

Soon after turning right, they arrived at a normal-looking elevator.

They could've had a more technologically advanced one, but his family wished for something

with a floor instead of those that simply used Aether rings to transport them.

So they ended up going with an elevator that he was used to in his 'past life.'

Ting!

And just as it arrived...

They had reached the bottom floor of their new home.

One that contained five floors, with Emir's room being in the topmost floor as he wanted the

space all for himself.

The elevator might've looked ordinary, but like all things in this world, it was fast.

Incredibly so.

They walked out and passed by many rooms while heading towards the kitchen.

The dining area was just next to it and that's where they usually held their meetings.

A long talk after stuffing oneself was a calming experience compared to those with an empty

stomach.

And even though they didn't technically need to eat every day or at all for someone like Emir, he and his family, still greatly enjoyed their time spent at the table.

Creak.

Emir opened a massive reinforced door and was greeted by a long oval table with pairs of

chairs on both sides.

A single chair for the family head was placed at the far end of the wooden table.

And those chairs weren't empty, as the house's residents were already gathered, heeding their

leader's call.

Elijah, Kiera, Jack, Sarah, Evan, Hiro, Leo, Raymond, Jamal, Logan and...

His adopted daughter, Faye.

'Quite the team I've gathered...'

Emma and Jake had their own home, and they couldn't be seen to be too close to Emir, so they

didn't live with them.

Nathan was the same.

Mariane who lived with Evelyn was down to join them but Emir didn't want to deal with her problematic sister, so she was refused.

She complained a lot at the time, but Emir calmed her down with 'truthful' and logical

arguments.

"Good morning boys, now where's Mom at?"