Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1485: Argh! F**K YOU, NIGHTFIRE!!

Chapter 1485: Argh! F**K YOU, NIGHTFIRE!!

While Kaelen was occupied elsewhere, negotiating dangerous deals with Vesperine, the scene shifted back to Aether.

The moment Aria found an opening, she claimed him without hesitation, possessiveness written clearly across her face as if the world itself had briefly narrowed to just the two of them.

Nightfire’s battered body twitched on the ground nearby, limbs jerking weakly like something already half-dead, utterly ignored by Aria as if she did not even exist.

Liora, ever generous and soft-hearted, allowed the younger ones to take the lead. With calm grace, she handed over the key to the mating house she had built long ago, a place meant for bonding~

Aria accepted instantly, a sharp smile curving her lips, desire and triumph mingling without restraint.

“I’ll be leaving then…” Aria said, her voice bright and smug as she glanced at Maelona and Liora, a knowing smirk following. She reached for Aether, fingers curling around his arm, ready to drag him away.

Aether stopped her, tightening his grip gently but firmly, his attention shifting back to Maelona. He clearly had something important on his mind.

“There’s something I need to ask first,” he said, brows drawn together. “Kaelith’s marriage… do I need to prepare anything for him? Something special, like what he did for my function?”

Maelona tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she considered the question. “I don’t think so,” she replied slowly, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Still… it wouldn’t hurt to do something meaningful.” She began offering ideas, her voice thoughtful, weaving tradition and sentiment together.

As Maelona and Aether continued their discussion, Aria found herself with unexpected free time.

Her gaze drifted back toward Nightfire.

’I don’t have a dick… ahaha’

Those haughty words still echo in her mind!

Without hesitation, Aria stepped closer, her fist tightening as she raised her arm.

Just as her knuckles were about to connect with Nightfire’s face,

“Let me tell you something!” Nightfire shouted suddenly.

Aria stopped, eyes narrowing sharply as she looked down at her. “What?”

“W-Well…” Nightfire grimaced, sweat trickling down her temple as she scrambled for words, her mind racing for anything that might save her from the inevitable beating.

Seeing Nightfire hesitate, she drew her fist back again, muscles tensing as she aimed straight for her head.

“Wait!” Nightfire cried out, voice breaking. “I-I know a way to make Aether happy.” as she shut her eyes when the fist reached her head.\

But the blow never came.

Nightfire hesitantly opened her eyes, breath catching when she saw Aria’s fist hovering just inches from her face, frozen midair.

A shaky smile crept across Nightfire’s lips. When it came to someone like Aria, Aether was the only shield that mattered.

Aria exhaled slowly, glancing over her shoulder. Maelona, Liora, and Aether were still deep in conversation, unaware of what was unfolding nearby.

She hummed softly, then turned her attention back to Nightfire, “Go on,” Aria said. “Tell me.”

“But before that…” Nightfire swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Aria’s gaze. “You have to forget what I did. Forgive it. All of it. Can you do that?” Her voice trembled with fragile hope.

Aria tilted her head, expression darkening as memories surfaced. She muttered under her breath, “The humiliation… the constant annoyance… shouting to everyone that Aether has no dick…” Her lips curled slowly as she stared down at Nightfire, who gulped audibly.

Aria straightened, eyes glowing with quiet menace. “That depends,” she said calmly, “on how happy Aether ends up being.”

Nightfire swallowed again, dread tightening her chest. ’Shit… this bitch is completely unhinged,’ she thought desperately before speaking aloud in a hushed voice.

“Happy enough,” Nightfire whispered, “that he fucks you all night without thinking about any other bitch.”

Aria frowned, considering the offer carefully, her gaze never leaving Nightfire’s face. After a few seconds, she spoke slowly. “That’s tempting,” she admitted. “But it’s not enough to erase what you said in front of everyone.”

Nightfire bit her lip hard, fear and urgency pushing her forward. “Then listen,” she said quickly. “I have a secret technique. Something that will make Aether look only at you.” Her voice dropped lower. “Not Liora. Not anyone else. Just you.”

“…”

Aria frowned, silence stretching between them as her gaze lingered on Nightfire. Slowly, her head tilted up and down, a subtle motion that made Nightfire’s chest loosen with fragile relief.

Just as Nightfire released a shaky breath, Aria’s expression darkened.

“So you know him more than me?” Aria said quietly, her eyes narrowed as she added, “That pisses me off even more.”

“Shit!!!”

***

Soon after, Aether finished his conversation with Maelona before leaving the palace alongside Aria.

They walked shoulder to shoulder through the streets without hesitation.

Nobles and people alike stepped aside, bowing their heads respectfully as they passed. Aria watched carefully, eyes tracing every reaction, noticing how naturally Aether was accepted by her people, without fear, without resentment.

“Look at you smirking,” Aether teased softly, glancing sideways. He leaned closer and nudged her nose gently with his finger, a playful warmth in his smile.

Aria blushed, her lips curving shyly as she murmured, “Seeing everyone accept you… love you like this. I don’t think anything could make me happier.” Her voice carried quiet sincerity.

Aether smiled at her.

Before long, they reached the house. The moment Aria stepped inside, her eyes widened as she took in the sheer scale of it. Room after room stretched beyond her expectation, corridors branching endlessly as if the place had been designed for an army rather than a couple.

Her expression flattened into disbelief. “Just how many women did she think you were going to bring here?” Aria muttered, eyes scanning the excessive number of rooms.

For a brief second, something darker flickered in her gaze.

Aether smiled weakly, scratching the back of his head as he shrugged, clearly aware he had no defence.

Aria sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before turning toward him. “Well… whatever,” she said, then frowned slightly as she studied him. “Have you eaten?”

Aether shook his head, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly. He had not eaten properly since consuming that dangerously questionable ’food’ the night before.

Aria’s expression softened instantly. “Then wait here,” she said warmly. “I’ll prepare something for you.”

Aether chuckled, stepping closer as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her gently toward him. “I thought we were supposed to enjoy the night,” he teased.

Aria blushed deeply, but instead of pulling away, she rested her forehead against his and rubbed her nose against his affectionately.

“I want to feed my hubby first,” she whispered, eyes shining. “So he can keep his strength for later.” She finished with a playful wink.

Aether smirked, lips hovering dangerously close to hers as he murmured,

“So you’re just preparing your feast then?”

Aria’s face burned hotter as she swatted his shoulder lightly. “Idiot,” she said, her voice cute and shy despite the scolding tone. She slipped from his embrace and headed toward the kitchen, trying to hide her flustered smile.

“The kitchen’s this way, right?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Aether nodded easily. He had visited the house before, so the layout was already familiar to him.

Aria smiled, waving her hand dismissively. “Then rest,” she said gently. “I’ll take care of it.” With that, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Aether stood there, staring at her retreating figure, his eyes betraying him completely. His gaze lingered shamelessly on her curvy ass, swaying slowly with every step, taunting him without effort.

Aria felt it instantly. A knowing smirk curved her lips, and she let out a soft giggle when she sensed his eyes glued to her. ’He hasn’t changed at all,’ she thought with quiet amusement before finally stepping into the kitchen.

Aether sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back slightly. He could not believe how easily she still affected him.

No matter how many times he had seen her, no matter how many times he had buried himself in that body, the craving never faded.

If anything, it only grew sharper.

’Damn… am I really this much of a pervert?’

[Is that even a question?]

Ignoring Log’s familiar sarcasm, Aether lifted his right hand, eyes narrowing as they focused on the faint crack running across the chain bracelet bound to his wrist.

Why did it crack?

What caused it?

Was it his Ethereal Flames, unleashed beyond restraint? Or was it the tree, that impossible presence which had defied logic itself?

Aether did not know. Worse, he had no clear way to find out. His Ethereal Flames were still unstable, refusing to respond cleanly to his will, and the tree had already been stopped, leaving him with nothing but unanswered questions.

Still… something had changed.

He did not know how to break the chains yet, but now he had a direction. A path had revealed itself, however faint. All he had to do was walk it and reach the destination waiting at the end.

Once all the chains binding his limbs were broken…

“Wait… what about my other hand?” he muttered, lifting it in disbelief. “Does it have one too?”

His expression turned grim. “The fuck… shit,” he hissed under his breath. “If that hand has one as well… then even after breaking the chains on my limbs, wouldn’t it still be impossible to regain my full power?” He pressed his fingers against his forehead.

He had not considered that possibility at all.

’Fuck… I really need to find the Eternal Prison,’ he thought, releasing a deep, exhausted sigh.

Still, what unsettled him most was how close everything had come to collapse. The ceremony, meant to be beautiful and meaningful, had nearly turned into an outright disaster.

He clicked his tongue softly. “Who would have thought something like that would happen…” His voice trailed off before he muttered, almost absentmindedly, “Yggdrasil…”

He blinked. “Huh? Norse mythology?”

Aether frowned slightly… he had not meant to say that word aloud. It had surfaced on its own, on his mind.

“Well… I guess mythology doesn’t mean much anymore,” he murmured with a crooked smile. “I’m living in a magical world already. Who knows? There might actually be mythological gods out there somewhere.” His tone carried half amusement, half disbelief.

He had never truly thought about it until now.

“Please,” he muttered quietly, “let it just be a coincidence.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. “I really don’t want to deal with any more bullshit.”

Just then, a furious scream echoed from the kitchen.

“Argh! FUCK YOU, NIGHTFIRE!!”

Aria’s voice echoed sharply from the kitchen, sharp enough to jolt Aether out of his thoughts.

He turned immediately, quickening his steps toward the sound.

The moment he reached the kitchen doorway, he froze. His eyes widened, breath catching hard in his throat as surprise hit him full force.

Aria stood there wearing nothing but a single-piece white apron, fabric stretched far beyond its limits. Beneath it, only her inner wear barely concealed what the apron failed to hide. The thin cloth hugged her curves shamelessly, clinging to her body as if it had never been meant for modesty in the first place.

Gulp!!!

Aether swallowed hard.

His throat went painfully dry as desire surged without mercy. Aria’s face burned red as she desperately tried to tug the apron lower, arms crossing awkwardly as if that alone could shield her.

It could not.

The swell of her chest pushed forward so boldly that the apron looked seconds away from tearing apart.

“D-Don’t look at me!” Aria snapped, voice trembling beneath the embarrassment. Her cheeks were flushed deeply as she turned her face aside, mortified.

“You’re not supposed to see me like this… this is wrong!”

Aether did not respond right away. He simply stood there, staring blankly, utterly mesmerised. His eyes kept drifting back to the words printed boldly across the apron, stretched tight over her chest.

’Fuck me~’

The curved letters followed every rise and fall of her breathing.

Damn… Even those letters turned him on!!

Aether finally let out a low breath, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“My perverted, naughty elf,”

Aria’s face turned beet red instantly. Her fists clenched at her sides as she stomped her foot.

“NIGHTFIRE!!!” Aria screamed, her voice echoing through the entire house with fury and humiliation.

Meanwhile, near the teleportation point,

“Achoo!”

Nightfire rubbed her nose, brows knitting together as she sniffed. “Why did I just feel a sudden chill?” she muttered, glancing back toward the distant Zephyra Empire.

A slow, smug grin spread across her face as she turned away. “Take that, bitch,” Nightfire whispered to herself, stifling a giggle. “Hehe.” as she escaped before a hell about to hit her!