The Damned Demon - Chapter 495

Chapter 495: Dreams Come True When We Least Expect It
Chapter 495 Dreams Come True When We Least Expect It

The question about the choker necklace around her neck left Rebecca momentarily breathless, trapped in a moment of silent panic.

The truth behind the choker—a symbol of her subjugation to that bastard, branded as his possession. She couldn’t even refuse it since he threatened to do something worse and she would rather pick the lesser of two evils.

But the thought of revealing to her son that their worst enemy had effectively placed a leash on her was unbearable.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Rebecca crafted a facade of nonchalance, her voice trembling as she attempted to dismiss the significance of the choker, "It’s nothing. It’s just something I-" Her words, a desperate attempt to deflect, were abruptly cut off by the sudden intrusion.

The doors to the room burst open, heralding the arrival of a tall man, his presence domineering and undeniably charismatic, clad in regal black robes that spoke of his authority.

The tall, armored female guard who accompanied him stood sentinel outside, the doors closing with a finality that seemed to make Rebecca and Oberon unconsciously flinch.

"I am not too late, am I?" Asher’s voice, light and filled with an unsettling amusement, cut through the tension in the room, his smile a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that raged within the mother and son duo.

"You!" Rebecca stood up, her reaction visceral, a mix of anger and shock at the audacity of this scum who dared to enter her home as if he owned it.

Her maternal instincts, already on high alert, flared into protective fury, ready to shield Oberon from any further harm and also prevent him from knowing anything he shouldn’t.

Oberon, for his part, recoiled at the sight of Asher, his recent memories and fears intertwining to form an image of terror.

His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, haunted by the possibility of getting slapped with fake treason charges and getting executed in public.

Asher, seemingly oblivious to the hostility his presence invoked, approached Rebecca with a calm that bordered on arrogance, "Sit down," he commanded, his hand resting on her shoulder with an authority that brooked no argument, forcing her back onto the bed, "Nobody else is here, and a senior like you shouldn’t be standing in their own house."

The audacity of his actions, the presumption to dictate her movements within her own domain, ignited a fierce indignation within Rebecca.

Yet, she could only swallow her pride and anger as the scorching chains of slavery around her body and mind tightened the moment she developed a thought of defying his words.

She can’t risk defying him and exposing herself as his slave in front of Oberon.

But before she could react, Asher made himself comfortable right in front of her and beside Oberon.

His action of reaching out and holding Oberon’s hand, though seemingly benign, carried with it an undercurrent of mockery.

Rebecca’s glare was a silent storm, her forced smile a brittle mask that threatened to shatter while trying to weakly shake his heavy hand off her shoulder.

Oberon, gathering the remnants of his strength, voiced a weak protest, an attempt to reclaim some semblance of control over the situation, "You...You didn’t have to personally visit me...Your Majesty..." The plea, wrapped in the frailty of his condition, was a bid for Asher to withdraw, to remove his unwelcome touch from his mother.

Asher’s response, as he released Rebecca and faced Oberon, was a blend of mockery and feigned benevolence, "How can you say that when you are my vassal?"

However, Asher’s hand, which he released from Rebecca’s shoulder, slipped behind her instead.

Unbeknownst to the bedridden Oberon, Asher’s fingers slid down to grab her plump buttocks, squeezing the soft mound roughly.

Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock and rage, but her body acted instinctively, attempting to push away his invasive hand.

To her horror, she found herself frozen, the slave seal’s power binding her actions. It was unbearable, being so close to her son and unable to do anything as this bastard groped her so brazenly.

"I am going to protect you from now on, Oberon. I promised your mother that and will ensure you won’t ever suffer again. It’s the least I should do after everything you endured under the draconians for our sake," Asher said in a sickeningly sweet tone, his fingers continuing their brazen invasion, burning through her gown and panties until they slipped into the forbidden cave, silently and smoothly.

"Hng!~" Rebecca’s body jolted, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips, betraying her shock and the ripple of heat that shot up from down there.

Oberon’s eyes shifted upon hearing his mother getting startled and saw blood rushing to her cheeks before his concerned voice cut through the thick air, "M-Mother, what’s wrong?? Are you okay?" He then frowned, catching a whiiff of something acrid, "Where’s this burnt smell coming from?"

"I-Im fine, Oberon. It’s just I feel...this urge to massacre those draconians," Rebecca managed to say through gritted teeth while she glanced helplessly at Asher, threatening with her eyes for him to take out his dirty claws.

Was he mad? How dare he do this when Oberon might find out? He can’t possibly break his promise not to hurt Oberon...right?

However, Asher glanced back at her with a smile, silently conveying that nothing would go wrong as long as Oberon didn’t find out.

And as if he wanted to prove his words, his fingers continued their intrusion, and he even dared to wiggle them inside her slightly, making her back arch slightly while she struggled to maintain her usual expression.

Oberon felt moved upon sensing how his mother’s blood was getting heated up because of what happened to him and said, "I will get back at them myself, Mother. I won’t let them off...

especially that dog, Rhygar."

"Y-Y-yes. You shouldn’t, my son..hnnn~..." Rebecca’s voice trembled, betraying her humiliation and the searing heat spreading inside her the more his scorching hot fingers rubbed against her soft, sensitive walls.

"But...you don’t look good, mother. Are you really feeling alright?" Oberon asked in worry upon seeing his mother’s pale face getting tinted with a reddish hue.