Chapter 792: A Foul Mouth Needs Sweetening! Three Competitors
"Do what?"
Ren leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head with a picture-perfect look of utter relaxation. "Can't you tell? I'm just kicking back, enjoying the stunning scenery of beautiful women playing in the water."
The beautiful women were, naturally, Skadi, Gladiia, and Specter.
With a casual flick of his wrist, a pulse of energy formed a sleek blue swimsuit in mid-air. He caught the fabric and tossed it over to W. "Care to relax a bit?"
W stared at the scrap of blue material. A thick vein throbbed visibly at her temple. She ground her teeth together, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned white. "Theresa! You said you would let me see Theresa!"
This was the only thing she truly cared about. It was the entire reason she had followed him to this place.
"Oh, you mean that." Ren casually ruffled his own hair and sat up, brushing a few stray grains of sand from his legs. "Theresa is already dead. You know that."
W's fists clenched so hard her nails dug into her palms. "So... are you fucking lying to me?"
How could she not know that Theresa was dead?
"Tsk, you really are impatient when listening to others speak." Ren let out a long sigh. "Originally, I wanted to help you resurrect Theresa so you could see her again."
"Resurrect?" W's voice cracked, sounding as if she had just heard the most absurd joke in Terra. "You mean you can resurrect Lady Theresa? Is that true or just more of your bullshit?"
"Look around you," Ren replied smoothly. "You tell me if it's true or false."
Following his words, W's gaze swept across the endless expanse of the azure ocean and the sun-drenched beach. Only then did the reality of the situation crash back into her mind. He had created this entire environment—a real ocean, a real beach—in the blink of an eye. He possessed the godlike ability to eradicate Oripathy with a single, casual command.
Thinking about it... perhaps he truly could bring Lady Theresa back from the grave?
Her breathing hitched. Her chest heaved as a wild, desperate excitement flooded her veins. She opened her mouth to speak, but Ren suddenly leaned forward, pressing a single index finger against her lips.
"Unfortunately," he said, his tone dropping into a cold, indifferent register, "whether you believe it or not is entirely irrelevant to me. I don't feel like helping you resurrect Theresa right now."
"Huh? Why?!"
"Because you have a foul mouth."
W froze. She had, admittedly, just cursed at him a moment ago out of pure habit. But... if she missed her one and only chance to bring Theresa back just because she couldn't keep her tongue in check, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Swallowing her immense pride, she softened her tone, forcing out a strained, desperate apology. "I... I apologize for my habit of using foul language. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Is that okay?"
Ren acted as if he hadn't heard a single word. His attention was entirely captivated by Specter frolicking in the shallows.
Unlike the naturally clumsy Skadi or the composed, elegant Gladiia, Specter's heart overflowed with a boundless, almost fanatical reverence for the man who had pulled her from the abyss of madness. She had eagerly slipped into the swimsuit he preferred, boldly displaying her curves for his viewing pleasure. Feeling his appreciative gaze washing over her, Specter's body and mind thrilled with absolute joy.
Seeing herself completely ignored, W ground her teeth. She snatched up the blue swimsuit from the sand, turned away, and began to strip.
After a few moments of rustling fabric, she turned back. Enduring the sheer vulnerability of the revealing swimwear, W dropped to her knees in the sand and pleaded with raw sincerity. "Ren. Please. Revive Theresa!"
This time, Ren finally reacted. He glanced down at her, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features. Yet, his voice remained deep and unyielding. "Did you just swear at me earlier?"
"Yes! I apologize to you! You can make me do anything to make up for it!" W threw all her remaining dignity to the wind.
"Anything?" Ren's eyes gleamed with sudden interest.
He stood up, closing the distance between them. Reaching down, his right hand gently traced the soft curve of her lower lip. W didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She just stared up at him with unblinking, desperate intensity.
After a heavy, charged silence, Ren finally spoke. "Alright. I'll give you a chance. Let's see if that mouth of yours can truly become sweet."
At first, the Sarkaz mercenary didn't quite grasp his meaning.
That was, until Ren produced his testing tool.
W paused, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at him, her crimson eyes searching his face deeply. "Are you absolutely sure you can deliver on your promise?"
"Of course. Reviving Theresa is child's play for me." Ren casually stroked one of her dark Sarkaz horns, feeling her shiver slightly at the touch. "But whether I actually do it depends entirely on your ability. Consider this the extra price for your foul mouth just now."
W mentally admitted defeat. She swore to herself that once Theresa was back, she would definitely scrub her vocabulary clean of every curse word she knew.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, she glared up at him with fierce determination. "I hope you aren't lying to me. Because if you are, I will get my revenge, no matter what it takes!"
With that declaration, she leaned forward to begin proving herself.
"Oh, one extra reminder," Ren added, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "The outer shell of this cannon can feel taste. You understand what that means, right?"
W's entire body went rigid.
'Sarkaz swear word!'she screamed inwardly.'How can there be such a strange, twisted biological setting in this world?!'
But a complaint in her heart was just that. For Theresa, she would swallow her pride and do exactly what was required.
Out in the azure waters, Specter suddenly stopped her graceful movements. Her silver hair clung to her wet shoulders as her crimson eyes locked onto the distant beach.
"Laurentina?" Skadi tilted her head, blinking in mild confusion at her companion's sudden stillness.
Gladiia, treading water nearby, also noticed what was happening on the shore. She let out a long, weary sigh. She knew better than anyone the future they were bound to have after making their choices, just like the Sarkaz girl over there.
"Laurentina, what do you want to do?" Gladiia asked helplessly.
A dangerous, possessive red glint flashed in Specter's eyes. "I want to go ashore," she declared in a low, husky voice.
Without another word, she began swimming rapidly toward the beach.
"What are they doing?" Skadi murmured, still utterly lost.
Gladiia pinched the bridge of her nose. "Skadi... let's just go ashore too."
Back on the sand, W desperately wanted to spit out a string of vicious curses, but her mouth was currently occupied. She could only glare as three Aegir women emerged from the surf, their eyes fixed directly on her.
Specter marched up the beach, her expression a complex mix of jealousy and dark longing. "Ren... you could have just let me do it..."
She was the one who wanted to be closest to him, the one who craved his touch the most.
Ren chuckled, a low, rumbling sound of pure amusement. "Heh heh. Don't worry. Now that you're all here, let's just do it together."
W's eyes widened to the size of saucers. 'Is even this allowed?!'
"Yes, Ren!" Specter didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. She immediately shoved W to the side, eagerly taking her place.
Ren casually wrapped his arms around the approaching Skadi and Gladiia, pulling their wet, soft bodies against his sides. He shot W a mocking smirk. "Looks like you've got three competitors now. If you can't satisfy me... tsk, tsk."
"Huh?!!!" W felt like she was losing her mind.
How the hell could there be competitors for something like this?!
But as she watched Specter's movements, which were infinitely more enthusiastic and active than her own clumsy attempts, W found herself momentarily stunned into silence.
Her mercenary pride flared to life, burning away her embarrassment.
"Damn it! I refuse to believe I'll lose to them!"
Spitting out a fierce declaration, W practically lunged back at Ren, throwing herself into the fray with the reckless abandon of a spoiled child fighting for a prize.
If her current technique wasn't working, then she just had to be bolder!
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