All Chapters of The new worlder: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"When I said be kind to each other, I didn't mean that kind," I heard Jinkyu’s voice call out from the water. I jerked my head up to see him. He was standing in the shallows, the water only reaching his calves, with his hands on his hips and a mischievous, knowing smile playing on his lips. He looked like he’d been watching for a few seconds too long."Should we do this tomorrow instead? So, you can run after him and... continue?" he asked, a suppressed laugh bubbling in his chest. "No!" I answered, heat rushing to my face as I scrambled to my feet, feeling more embarrassed than I ever had in my life. "I don't know what that was. But it’s not whatever you think it is.""Mm-hmm," he hummed, clearly not believing a word of it. He reached out an arm, offering me his hand. I took it and stepped down into the water. The moment my feet broke the surface, I gasped. It was ice-cold. A sharp, stinging chill that felt like thousands of tiny

I hauled myself back up the stone walls. The moment my head cleared the surface of the Well, Jinkyu was right there. He leaned in and blew out a massive, forceful burst of air, sending a chaotic cloud of bubbles straight into my face. I jolted, my head spinning from the shock of the sudden bubble-bath attack. I gave him a deeply skeptical look. A little warning next time? I thought, before doing the familiar routine. I exhaled my stale air, and he leaned in to press a fresh breath into my lungs. Once I was refueled, he helped me out of the Well's mouth. He didn't let go, though. He took my hands and placed them firmly on his hips, pressing down on my fingers to make sure my grip was tight. I was positioned right behind him. He bent his knees, his muscles tensing as he looked toward the distant, shimmering surface far above. Wait, is he going to jump? I tightened my hold, locking my arms around his waist. Jinkyu took a powerful

The tension radiating from him was palpable. He was stiff as a board. I had to find a way to get him to relax."Can I use you?" I asked him quietly. "What... what... what way?" he stammered, his voice jumping an octave. God, he is so cute when he is completely flustered. "As a pillow," I explained. "I know you don't like being touched, but... just for tonight?" I asked, putting on my sweetest, most innocent voice. Several minutes passed in silence. I was sure he was going to say no, but then he took a sharp breath, slid closer, and hesitantly stretched out his arm for me. I lifted my head and settled it right in the hollow between his shoulder and his chest. My hand came to rest naturally against his ribcage. His arm rested om my shoulder.  The first thing I noticed was that he was solid. He had muscles you couldn't quite see under his layers of clothing. He was incredibly well-built. A warm tingle started from where I touched him and spread through my ent

When he reached the junction of my thighs, he gave me a light, lingering kiss right there. I exhaled a shaky breath of pure anticipation, my fingers knotting in his hair. Instead of continuing, he leaned in and just blew a soft breath of air against me, teasing me, making me wait. I looked down at him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He was looking up at me from between my knees, his eyes dark with a mix of adoration and pure mischief. "Miles," I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't you dare stop now." He dragged his tongue across my folds until he hit my most sensitive spot with a precision that made my toes curl. I dragged in a sharp breath and held it, my lungs forgotten as the pleasure spiked. He kept licking me, his rhythm steady and maddening, while he took his free hand and sucked on two fingers before sliding them deep inside me. The sensation was overwhelming. I wanted more, more of the friction, more of the heat, just more of him. A loud, unrestrained moan

Everyone was gathered in the street. In the center of the crowd stood the Queen, positioned next to a magnificent Bloom-Bird. The Queen was draped in a new gown that commanded the morning light. It was a masterpiece of deep pink that seemed to shift to a bruised purple whenever she moved. The bodice was embroidered with golden thorns that climbed up to a high, stiff collar made of translucent lace, making her look both regal and dangerous.Ruben stepped forward first, giving me a rib-crushing hug before turning and walking back inside without a word. As Felix stepped in to embrace me, his lips brushed my ear. "You chose him," he whispered, his voice tinged with a sadness he couldn't quite hide."No, it's not... I haven't chosen... I just..." I stammered. "It’s okay," he said, pulling back and giving me a small, bittersweet smile. "We’ll talk when you get back." Jinkyu gave me a firm pat on the back. "Good luck, Connie."The Queen tapped h