Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 225: Unprofessional Thoughts

While Zaroth was sleeping on Luna's thigh, Elysia used the moment to take some rest as well.

Sure, she might not have exerted herself all that much, as Zaroth wasn't strong enough to pose any real challenge or danger, but she had still been fighting him—or more accurately, training him—for nearly ten hours now.

So, some rest for her mind wouldn't hurt.

With a satisfied sigh, she sat on one of the chairs and leaned back.

At long last, she could rest her mind.

She wouldn't need to think about anything.

She wouldn't need to worry about anything.

Her mind could just relax.

…

A few seconds passed, yet Elysia's mind still wasn't relaxing.

'Why is that?' she asked herself. It wasn't like she was forgetting something.

Or maybe she had overlooked something important… but the chances of that happening were small.

The most likely explanation was that she rarely took breaks, which made her feel weird when she actually did.

Well, surely after a few minutes passed, her mind would relax.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Then a few.

She furrowed her eyebrows.

What the hell was going on?

For some reason, her heart was beating faster than usual.

She couldn't think of a possible explanation.

At least five minutes had passed as she sat motionless in the chair.

Her heart rate should have long ago returned to its natural rhythm.

And yet, it didn't…

There was even a bit of sweat forming on her forehead, which was unsettling.

Her eyes darkened for a moment.

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What could be the reason for her condition? Was something wrong with her?

Maybe she had been poisoned with a toxin that had a delayed effect?

It wasn't a bad idea to think back a few days.

She spent time in her office, but she couldn't have been poisoned there.

Then she had to go around the capital to resolve some issues, but she couldn't have been poisoned there either.

And after that, she began training with Zaroth.

She began to recall it—there wasn't anything unusual going on that could explain her co—

For a moment, her mind went blank as she recalled a specific scene.

She had sat down on Zaroth's waist. Furthermore, wanting to keep him from getting up, she pressed firmly against him to ensure he wouldn't move.

She was looking down at him—his hair messy from complete exhaustion,

His shirt was torn in multiple places, revealing the muscular physique beneath.

His face and chest were covered in sweat, and his shirt was soaked, clinging tightly to his body.

There was even a bit of saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, as he was too exhausted to care or maintain appearances.

Then, the way he moved, attempting to trap her as he put his hand behind her waist and back, making her press even tighter against him…

…

At that moment, she was solely focused on how he was going to attempt to break free from his current position.

So, she didn't pay it that much attention. But now that Elysia thought about it, she was quite certain there was something hard around his waist area...

…

Their positioning lasted for just a brief moment.

…

Yet she found herself wishing it had lasted just a bit more.

…

She remembered the date she had gone on with him.

…

The way he talked about her eyes.

…

The fact that he was telling the truth.

…

The way they kissed.

…

"For fuck's sake," Elysia whispered as she pressed a hand over her head.

At this point, her breathing had gotten even heavier as her heart rate increased.

Even her face had gotten just a bit redder, which was a rare look for her.

After a few moments, she couldn't help but chuckle.

When she was relatively young, she had tried to have a romantic partner, but sadly, things didn't work out.

In the end, she figured that she wasn't cut out for romance…

And the fact that she had reached her early thirties without seeking any kind of intimacy made her think she had made the right choice.

But then the scene of Zaroth beneath her appeared in her mind again,

And again,

And again.

And again.

After a few moments, she sighed a second time.

At this point, it would be idiotic to not acknowledge what she was feeling.

"…Maybe… I just prefer it when they're younger?"

*****

After Zaroth woke up, he drank a few liters of water and resumed his training with Elysia.

She wasn't using her full power again; instead, she copied how David would move and fight, copying his style.

Not just copying, but improving—after all, David could still conceal more of his strength, so it was better for Zaroth to prepare and be capable of fighting a stronger version of David.

Now, one might wonder how the heck Elysia was able to use powers similar to David.

Did her class allow her to copy skills or something?!

Well, Zaroth found the right way to think about the situation.

He didn't think about it at all!

Why the fuck would he? He was currently being bombarded by all kinds of physical attacks from her, so he didn't really have much time to think about it.

And even if he did have time, he wouldn't think much about her powers—it wasn't like she was his enemy, so the time would have been better spent thinking about how to deal with his enemies than about Elysia herself.

At some point, he noticed that his shirt had become too sweaty and was clinging to his body even more, so he was about to take it off.

'I suggest you don't.' Luna abruptly interrupted him.

He, in turn, raised an eyebrow. 'Why?'

Of course, after he regained consciousness, he desummoned her in an attempt to conserve as much mana as possible, so now she was back in his soul.

'Eye candy,' Luna idly replied.

This made Zaroth even more confused.

'The hell do you mean, eye candy?!' he spat back. He was taking a rare break from fighting against Elysia, and rather than resting his mind, Luna was wasting his time by not making any sense.

She scoffed in his mind. 'I will not spell everything out. Figure it out yourself, dummy.'

"And now the insults?" Zaroth muttered in frustration.

He was too focused on fighting Elysia and getting stronger to spare any thought about what Luna was trying to tell him.

But he trusted her immensely, so in the end, he didn't take it off, and the sweaty shirt continued to cling to his body.

After that, he immediately began to fight against Elysia again.

He was utterly focused on the fight, so blocking her attacks and trying to injure her was the only thing in his mind.

It was like he was barely surviving, just seconds away from certain death.

Meanwhile, Elysia didn't experience any kind of struggle, as she was holding back severely against Zaroth while training him.

So, she was mostly bored...

At one point, she saw in disappointment that Zaroth was about to remove his shirt, but in the end, he decided against it.

So now, strangely enough, Elysia found herself glad.

Even if it was unprofessional, at least there was something for her eyes to feast upon, rather than dying of boredom.