Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 318: The Secret Scandal

Third Person's POV

He didn't force the process as he coaxed the barrier apart and gradually dulled the heat of the protective web.

Slowly and gently, his efforts led to a tiny gap forming, and without hesitation, Ethan slipped through like a whisper in the next instant.

While doing this, he had been careful, extraordinarily so, and as a result, the barrier remained mostly intact, though it did shift slightly.

He didn't want Aram to even feel the echo of an intrusion, let alone remember it, as in such a guarded mind, he knew that even a slight suspicion could spell trouble for him.

As he breached the orb, he immediately braced himself and reinforced his consciousness against the expected deluge.

Slowly, the scene around him materialized like mist forming shapes, and he found himself in a small, dark stone room.

Here, everything was grey and cold with rough walls, a low ceiling, and a single narrow window near the top of the room.

He walked over, and when he looked out, he felt a jolt of familiarity.

Below him sprawled a crimson castle bathed in sunset light with its towering ramparts enclosing lavish gardens and winding paths.

Beyond its walls, he overlooked a massive city that stretched toward the horizon with its heartbeat barely audible from this height.

Seeing this scene, Ethan narrowed his eyes.

Even though he had spent no more than two days in the City of Vord, he instantly recognized the estate.

This was the seat of Duke Vord's power, the crimson heart of his domain.

Looking down, he saw that the room he was in stood atop one of the castle's remotest towers and was completely secluded and isolated.

Ethan suddenly had a thought that it was too perfect for keeping things hidden.

And just as he finished that thought, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside.

Listening to it, he stiffened but soon calmed down as he realized that he was merely visiting an old memory fragment.

The worn, crooked door creaked open violently, and from it two figures stumbled in.

Hurried footsteps sounded as the figures were locked in a breathless and feverish kiss.

Looking at the couple, Ethan blinked and was taken aback.

He squinted at the couple, and soon recognition flashed across his face.

The young man who looked to be barely sixteen was a younger Aram. He looked a little immature with his anxious face that was mixed with a barely restrained excitement.

His face was flushed while his hands trembled.

As for the woman, she had fiery red hair that flowed like silk, and a seductive gleam in her red eyes.

She looked to be in her early thirties, and it was clearly evident in her beauty that she was sharp and mature.

But the thing that unsettled him the most was the hunger in her gaze and the way she looked at the handsome young teenager in her arms.

He watched silently and was caught somewhere between surprise and confusion as the two kissed with growing desperation.

The woman had no hesitation, while the young Aram only displayed his raw and uncontrolled lust.

Suddenly, the woman pulled back slightly, and the teenage Aram gasped in a breathless state as he said with a mixture of longing and boldness,

"I want you… Mother!"

Listening to the sentence, Ethan's eyes widened, and the words echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

He turned back and forth between the two and started watching their expressions closely.

Aram's face glowed with youthful desire and strange reverence while he woman only smiled, though it was a twisted and knowing smile that was full of possessive affection.

"I am always yours, little baby."

She leaned forward again and her lips claimed his while her fingers started tearing at his clothes.

Aram responded in kind and also clumsily tore at her gown with shaking hands.

Ethan stared in stunned silence as the mature woman's glowing, voluptuous curves were revealed.

Looking at the passionate duo, a cold thought slithered into his mind, but he rejected it.

No… that can't be true. If it were, then it would be too scandalous, even for the vile decadence of noble life. It has to be something else.

While he was thinking this, the woman uttered something breathlessly as she pushed the young Aram on the bed and mounted on top of him.

She held his dick and stroking it she muttered huskily while looking at his panting face and desperate eyes,

"One last thing, baby. Don't tell anyone about what we are doing. Not even your mother, and of course not your lord father.

Otherwise, I am telling the truth that he would even try to kill you, with me suffering a far worse punishment.

So, do you want your mommy to suffer such a fate?"

Aram had a slight fear in his eyes on hearing the possible implications that the woman warned him about if their deed was exposed in front of his lord father.

But hearing her last sentence, a gleam of determination flashed in his gaze, and he said resolutely,

"Don't worry, mother. I will never ever tell a single soul about what we are doing and will continue to do in the future."

Hearing his steadfast promise, the woman's eyes lit up with satisfaction and with a sudden flap sound she sat on his dick aggressively.

Young Aram grunted and his whole body had a strong shiver as the beautiful mature woman who was most likely one of the women of his father's harem started to shake her white ass and fucking her stepson.

Noting their conversation, Ethan's eyes gleamed with malice, and a smirk especially played on his face when Aram declared about not wanting a single soul to know about it.

"She is probably one of Duke Vord's many wives," Ethan concluded while muttering to himself,

"A stepmother… That would make more sense."

He nodded slowly and tried to convince himself with the words the couple uttered.