Crimson Overlord-Chapter 316: Glass Villa

Stepping out of the warm glow of the ice rink, Brynhild shivered as the cool night air bit at her cheeks. The playful energy of the rink lingered, a pleasant warmth radiating from within. But that warmth was instantly eclipsed by a chill of a different kind.

A young man, his face flushed with what Brynhild suspected was more than just exertion, sidled up to her, a leering grin plastered across his face.

"Hey there, beautiful," he slurred, his voice thick with what sounded like cheap beer. "Having a good time?"

Brynhild’s smile evaporated. The carefree joy of the evening was replaced by a cold, steely glint in her eyes. Before she could utter a withering retort, a presence vanished from beside her. She whirled around, searching for Orpheus, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach.

He was gone.

Panic clawed at her throat. Had he slipped away unnoticed? Had he left her because she was too demanding? A thousand unsettling scenarios played out in her mind in a matter of seconds.

Just then, a shadow flickered at the edge of her vision. Turning towards it, she saw Orpheus emerge from behind a towering oak tree, his form cloaked in darkness. But in the dim light filtering through the streetlamps, Brynhild saw something else – a predatory glint in his eyes, a suppressed snarl twisting his lips.

The young man, oblivious to the silent exchange between Brynhild and Orpheus, continued his unwelcome advances.

"So, what brings a pretty lady like you to a place like this all alone?" he persisted, his voice dripping with misplaced confidence.

Suddenly, the air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with the cold. The young man, sensing a shift but unaware of its source, took an involuntary step back.

Then, with a speed that defied logic, Orpheus materialized before the young man. He towered over him, his features a mask of barely contained rage. A low growl, primal and terrifying, rumbled from his throat.

The young man, his face draining of color, finally seemed to register the danger he was in. He stammered out an apology, his bravado shattered, before turning on his heel and fleeing the scene, his retreat more akin to a desperate scramble.

Orpheus watched him go, the darkness in his eyes flickering for a moment before receding back into the shadows. He turned to Brynhild, his expression unreadable but inwardly he was amused.

"He shouldn’t have bothered you," he said, his voice raspy, devoid of its usual warmth.

Brynhild, her heart still hammering in her chest, couldn’t help but stare at him, a mixture of fear and concern washing over her.

"Master...?" she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

He took a deep breath, seemingly forcing himself to calm down.

"My bad," he said, his voice regaining a semblance of control.

"I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It’s just..." He trailed off, his gaze flickering away from hers.

Brynhild placed a hand on his arm, her touch grounding him.

"It’s okay," she said softly. "I understand. You were protecting me, master it’s made my heart beat fast, I think I might become addicted to this can you do once more?"

Orpheus rolled his eyes at Brynhild, he regretted his little prank earlier.

Having noticed the growing annoyance within her master, Brynhild smiled.

’’I’m joking, master, you don’t have to make such face.’’

Orpheus chuckled, he felt the urge to spank this naughty girl who was acting cute since a while. Spank her until her butts became red and swollen.

’’!"

His hunger suddenly intensified, he almost jumped on Brynhild.

Lost in her thoughts, Brynhild didn’t notice her master peculiar state since a while.

She was so lost in her world that she didn’t even heard when Orpheus said they should go to his villa nearby, she didn’t register this announcement until the magic carriage pulled to a stop on a quiet, tree-lined street. Stepping out, she found herself gazing upon a sight that took her breath away.

Bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed moonlight lamps, a breathtaking structure rose before them. It was a villa, unlike any she had ever seen. Crafted entirely from glass and steel, it seemed to shimmer and shift in the moonlight, its clean lines and sharp angles creating a striking silhouette against the night sky.

As they approached, an invisible door slid open with a soft whir, revealing a brightly lit foyer. Stepping inside, Brynhild felt as though she had entered a futuristic dream. Polished concrete floors gleamed beneath her feet, reflecting the soft light cascading down from skylights that ran the length of the ceiling.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the sprawling city below, a tapestry of twinkling lights stretching out as far as the eye could see. The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming orchids, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the cool, modern aesthetic of the interior.

Furniture, a sleek blend of black leather and chrome, seemed to float effortlessly in the vast space. Organic shapes juxtaposed with geometric lines created a sense of harmony and unexpected warmth. A grand piano, polished to a high sheen, stood proudly in one corner, bathed in a soft spotlight.

"This is...incredible," Brynhild whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Orpheus, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes, offered a small smile. "This is my villa. A gift from my daughter, Nix."

"It’s beautiful," she repeated, her gaze lingering on a wall adorned with a breathtaking abstract painting, its vibrant colors echoing the city lights below.

Orpheus led her deeper into the villa, past a minimalist kitchen gleaming with stainless steel appliances, and a sleek home theater system that promised immersive entertainment. Finally, they reached a set of glass doors that opened onto a rooftop terrace.

Stepping out, Brynhild gasped. The city, a dazzling sea of lights, stretched out before them in all its glory. A comfortable seating area, bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, invited relaxation under the star-studded sky. A small infinity pool, its edges seemingly disappearing into the cityscape, glistened invitingly.

"This place," Brynhild said, turning to Orpheus, her voice filled with a mixture of wonder and curiosity.