Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Lorem rushed inside carrying books while looking for him, the little bookworm and his first love from his first life.

'Lorem!' His heart screamed, allowing her to use magic to teleport and enter his arms.

The pain of her curse assaulted his body like stage four cancer devouring the last cells and life of a patient. He couldn't pull away as the huge amount of pleasure from her intense anima flooding his body made the pain a joke!

For her, he would accept anything. His body and heart long belonged to Lorem and Helliana, but he felt he betrayed her and left her alone without her knowing anything, always waiting for him alone on this planet... thousands of years!

"Mmmphh, Lorem..."

The burning flame in his heart became a roaring inferno as they kissed. He apologised to the other girls in his heart. Lorem's warm, sticky tongue burned into his memory. They kissed for the first time since they met, and with such passionate and intense feelings that he felt her curse, the curse HE cast upon her in his frantic state.

'No wonder it felt nostalgic the first time I touched her... How could I hurt you, Lorem? My precious Lorem.'

Their tongues met, twirled and entangled while Lorem's unrelenting passion caused his mind to become a little chaotic. Memories of the past, times he became too timid in the past, causing his hands to grasp her tightly, holding her by the buttocks and lower back, pulling her as if to combine.

"Nnn... Asura... I waited... so long for you."

"Ahh~ me too. I am sorry it took so long for me to return."

"What are you sorry for? You're back. That's all that matters. My beloved..."

"Ahem!"

However, as their connection intensified, a sudden cough sounded, along with a chirp from the raven bird on her shoulder... "Asura Fenix, you didn't die like I thought."

The people who entered stared at the two, who slowly parted. A thick strand of saliva drew a bridge between their mouths, which they quickly wiped with a slight blush.

Asura smiled wryly at the princess of Silvara and his fiancée Vela Silvara, who looked at him with a fierce gaze, but not only the silver-haired maiden but his sister... Amalia looked at him with strange eyes, empty and filled with a chaotic feeling. "Brother... why?"

He knew the answer... The conflicting feelings in her heart weren't his fault, yet he caused it with his actions.

"Ah, sorry about that. It's nice to see you again, sis."

"Unlucky?"

Her gaze lowered, and with her hand holding her blade, she lunged forward, only for Asura to step forward, his movements elegant. Without a sound, he cleared two metres of distance, his hand pushing against hers as it stopped her from unsheathing her blade. His spare hand caressed her chin, lifting it to gaze into Amalia's eyes. "Little sister, thou shan't draw thine blade against me."

"You are not my brother."

"Ah, how amusing of you! But I am your brother."

He looked into her eyes, and his crimson eyes and intense magic aura pushed Amalia back a few steps before she stumbled and fell. His gaze was more intense than usual, and his feelings towards her became chaotic because of their bloodline connection, now severed upon his rebirth.

When he suffered injury from that bitch from the upper realms, Asura, as they knew, died. He then spent a month inside the tower of death, equal to a year both being reborn, healed and training.

Thus, if their blood were to be tested, they would not be twin blood relatives.

Asura was no longer the Asura born from this world, but a new existence with all of his bloodlines combined.

He insisted on being her brother because the lust of a dragon, devil, phoenix, and demon was incomparable to that of a normal human male, especially with such a talented woman with a pure bloodline like Amalia.

'Damn it, I hate this feeling... Lusting over my sister.'

His sister's beautiful, slender body and beautiful face, the two being twins, meant her charm was equal to his, causing her impact on men to be as great as his on females.

Another voice echoed before he could scold her for trying to draw her sword in his home before he found his body sliding across the wooden floor. "Asura, don't bully the weak. No matter how much demonic sword you practise!"

A figure stood in the back, causing his heart to tremble. The forgotten woman... Sigurd, a woman who suffered because of his mistakes as Auros... A vile regret he still felt after fusing with three different lives.

"Violent Saintess..."

Sigurd also reacted strangely, her eyes opening for an instant before narrowing. This meeting wasn't what she thought or desired. Thus, her presence faded as she pulled back.... a whisper sounded in his ear, "Another time... Prince..."

The sudden kiss caused Lorem to lose herself for a while until she felt the aura of Sigurd and began watching the scene with focused eyes, like a bird of prey. "Hmph... a sword saintess attacking a student. How laughable!"

"Quiet bird or I'll sever your ugly beak."

Asura's face did not change as the two women threatened each other. He might fight Sigurd with no magic and abilities for a short time, but the moment she faced Lorem, he felt a huge grudge and animosity between them, and it caused him to feel trapped between a rock and a hard place.

'These two, of course, hold a grudge... It's hard to reveal everything to them now. I wanted to take things slowly, letting them all accept the differences and my truth.'

He looked towards Vela, and the princess watched him with calm eyes. It felt like she knew everything before her lips curled into a smirk. "Silence, knight Lorem, Saintess Sigurd, I order you, as the crown princess, to stand down! You are in the presence of my future husband, the king!"

'Vela, you have grown so much... what happened while I was gone?'

Amalia and Sigurd's faces paled upon hearing the words 'king' and 'future husband,' and their bodies trembled.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Understood, my princess."

Their bodies stopped, and they saluted to both Asura and Vela before walking towards the door. Despite this, Asure could tell neither felt happy with this result...

His lips twitched as the two crossed their arms under their chest, amplifying their damage while glaring at him.

'Why do I feel she made me the target?'

****

The strange situation lasted several minutes before two maids entered with the scent of cooked beef, onion gravy and various vegetables flowing through with the aromatic steam. Xavida and Mu Xue stopped arguing, causing Asura to chuckle and mutter to himself... "You can stop now, right?"

He directed his words at the two grown women, both thousands of years old, who scowled at him despite his powerlessness to do anything about it.

"Dear Master, dinner is served." The first maid bowed gently.

Asura turned to her and patted her head, his hands rubbing her soft, trembling ears. "Thank you. Take a break after and enjoy your own. Take a meal. You've worked so hard." He always treated the head maid like his mother from home because they shared similar styles and actions. Her meals seemed perfectly adjusted to his tastes each time, and he loved it.

"B-But, sir."

"No buts, rest. The other girls can rest, too. There are so many of us here. Why can't we wash a few plates?"

"Thank you, master!"

Her body trembled again, and then her wolf's tail wagged... her chest stuck out to allow him to see her proud breasts covered by the dark red apron covering her beautiful maid uniform. She didn't intend to appear erotic, but with her figure and how she looked with the skirt so high, he could see her stockings.

He couldn't help looking.

'Too tempting... I have to control myself.'

"Uh... Why are you all glaring at me?"

Asura felt the fierce gaze from almost all the women who came to see him; feeling a sense of danger, he rushed to the dining room and fled.

A tactical retreat.

His actions made Verana's heart flutter. "He's different. It's so fun to watch him now!" She noticed he was more empathic towards those girls and his peers. His confidence and charm made her heartthrob, making him seem less like a no-mag loser and more like a charming prince.

She let out a dreamy sigh... her pink lips gave a cute smile that resembled the look of a maiden in love.

"I want him now!"

The girls looked at each other before arriving at the dining table... Only to find ANOTHER woman sitting beside Asura.

"Oh, Lorem! It's been a while, yeah?" Lucia laughed while sitting beside Asura, her eyes now different, almost pure black with a dull sclera. "It's nice to see you again~."

"Same to you, little imp." Lorem smiled and nodded at Lucia while naturally sitting on the opposite side of him, her shoulders brushing against his as she tied up her absurdly long crimson hair, revealing her beautiful and small face.

Lucia rolled her eyes at Lorem's actions.

"You know, this is a family reunion... So why don't you stop letting your tits hang out and be more respectful, master?" Lucia's small smile remained the same, yet her words felt hostile.

"Family reunion? Your language is amusing, little imp."

Lorem tilted her head, showing no fear, before casually grabbing the spoon beside Asura's hand and scooping a spoonful of stew into her mouth. Her red eyes watched Lucia while the others joined the table, feeling that this woman was too clingy.

The atmosphere didn't feel awkward or suffocating as it did when the girls fought each other for his attention, but it became quite violent when Mu Xue, Xavida and Lorem appeared to start a war over his affection.