a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

300: The third young master in red

Within the mind-muddling haze surrounding the lone man inside the decorated room, playing with the golden hilt of his scabbard and the patient light in his eyes, he smiles at his lonesome state. Lord Quade Accrius had already finished three bottles as he waited. It was funny to think how he used to hide and conceal his depravity back when the Kron hadn't corrupted most of the world-hiding his inner self just to please his family and those worthless fools who were so bold and proud in front of him.

Now, he didn't have to hide anymore. The world was darker than it already was. What was the use of feigning goodness? Quade laughed lowly as he slowly swirled the wine in his cup. He leaned back, wondering about how long was Malyana apprasing her new goods.

Eyeing the bed situated not far from the couch he was sitting on, he imagined smooth and delicate pale flesh rubbing the satin sheets. The low moans and cries from sweet delectable lips. Quade closed his eyes, half smiling. He hoped the person they would send him had much lighter colored hair and rare bright eyes. It would be better if they would be a little fierce as well. The more similar..., the better.

Knock! Knock!

At the sound, Quade lifted his head. A smirk was plastered on his face. 'Finally...'

"Come in..."

The doors opened with a slow creak. Suddenly, Quade felt as though this person was intentionally making him wait to raise his interests further. Quade narrowed his eyes. 'What a minx...'

"Don't keep me waiting." He said darkly, adjusting in his seat and popping off the first few buttons of his shirt. The man observed as the person closed the door behind him and stepped into the low light of the room.

His eyes widened slightly. Adorned by the translucent red silk, his skin was rosy and pale as though warm milk was poured on it. The person was indeed a man. However, his androgynous figure would pass him for a woman. Walking towards Quade in torturous slow steps, the person's arms and shoulders were bare. The two slits of the red silk skirt accentuate his slender legs with his wrists and ankles adorned by gold and jewels. Indeed he was a soul-sucking appearance. It was enough to drown Quade in awe and silence.

But what was more captivating was the loos soft curls of pure-white hair draping down the person's torso. The red gauze that masked half of his face only served to heighten Quade's curiosity. It felt as if a lustful deity was visiting him.

"Come here, My sweet." Quade sat up straight, allured by the beauty of the creature presented before him. So similar... So damn similar... It felt as if Quade was really touching 'him'.

Obeying his orders, the masked beauty walked closer and closer until he was only a step before the man's feet. Quade could no longer bear it and grabbed the young man's hips with both his hands. His fingers felt the soft flesh beneath that thin garment. He wanted to rip it off. The young man didn't even release a single yelp or gasp as Quade had his way. This made the lustful man even more curious and captivated. The mystery was drowning him.

"What soft skin you have..." Quade smelt the sweet perfume from the young man's garbed belly. He felt some muscle beneath. This must be a well-fed fellow. The better... Quade didn't need to worry about breaking him open.

Suddenly, Quade felt fingers trailing from his nape up to the strands of his hair. The ticklish feeling he felt burned inside him. From all the whores he had been with, this was the quietest and mysterious one. The thrill Quade felt made him smile obsessively. Oh, how daring.

He looked up. "Why don't you show me your face-"

Quade stopped.

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