Perverted Otherworlder 215 Recoun

She had no clue of the world he mentioned. She had traveled so many worlds and not a single one of them named Earth. However, she believed that the entire system was too vast for a cultivator to explore them all. She might miss it somehow.

Either way, looking at the young man in front of her. She had no doubt that this Earth world was on a higher plane, a higher class if it could produce such a cultivator. To not even flinch at the sight of overpowering enemies, instead, he played with them with his trickery.

Then, "Why are you here in this remote world? With your capabilities, surely your own home would be a lot better."

"I was summoned here from my home," answered Lyon.

"Summoned?" muttered Felicia.
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Being summoned meant that he was forcefully transferred here. One must have a huge affinity with the spatial element as a condition and even then it would take really high cultivation level to pull that off, not to mention the spell necessary.

However, how could she know that it was more complicated than that? The distance and the location played a huge factor that could stress the user's mind to the utmost limit. Not to mention the amount of mana that was needed for such a spell. A tiny mistake could make the magic becoming unstable and dangerous to the target.

She wanted to ask who was the one responsible for his summoning. But she saw him shaking his head. Either he didn't know or he didn't want to tell.

In the end, Felicia waved her hand and the water unrestrained his figure as he fell. She slowly descended down as the water made a pathway to her home. She calmly went to the small building before taking a glance back.

"Well, are you coming or not?"

Lyon immediately got up before he realized that the water had been cut in two to make the pathway. (This is amazing!) thought Lyon before running toward the door.

As he closed the door, the water crashed onto one another, returning to its original state.

The sound of the wood crackling from the fire was heard as three figures sat on the floor facing each other. The small round table in the middle had a huge bowl filled with soup with a hint of smoke coming out of it. The true dragon was laying on the carpet near them, seeming as if he owned the place.

Elize was pouting as she occasionally glanced at Lyon though as soon as he glanced back she diverted her eyes to somewhere else.

Lyon glanced at her mother who was having her eyes closed and not even flinch at the awkward situation. Nobody was touching the soup, the kitchen was in disarray and not a soul spoke a word.

(If I take the first turn to take the soup, would it be too disrespectful?) thought Lyon. The situation made him feel uncomfortable despite the environment being good enough to relax normally.

Either way, he needed to break the ice.

"Elize, remember how we met?"

"Hmph!" Elize threw away her face. She seemed to be jealous of the recent event.

"Elize, you shouldn't be like that to our guest, besides, I also want to hear about how you two first met," said Felicia.

"Fine," answered Elize begrudgingly.

Elize recounted her experience of meeting Lyon for the first time. At first, Lyon was smiling as he casually took a small bowl and scooped up the soup in the huge bowl. The glazing meat and potato along with the aromatic that was bursting out made his nose and stomach hungry.

"Then, I opened the door to see Lyon fainting underwater..."

Lyon took a small spoon as he scooped up the meat. He lightly blew it to cool it down before he took the first sip. The rich aroma sealed within burst out inside his mouth as his lips curved up a smile.

"Since he didn't have any spare, I told him to use father's lo and behold he..."

Lyon casually took his seconds as his nose was raped by the umami aroma the soup contained. He gently put down the spoon as he decided to gulp the soup down.

"Then, I accidentally fell and land on him, coincidentally, our lips met each other."

*BRUU!

The soup didn't manage to pass through his throat before it rushed back up and escape from his mouth. Thankfully he managed to turn his head before bursting out, otherwise, the soup would have been wasted and nobody could get a lick.

"Lyon are you alright?!" said Elize frantically as she immediately ran up beside him. She immediately took a napkin before wiping the leftover soup on the edges of his glistening lips.

"Oh don't worry he is fine now, but later," A cold voice was seeping out from the beautiful mature lady as her eyes turned like that of an executioner.

Lyon took a glance at her mother as his nape hair stood.

"You have to be careful you know, don't just gulp all of them down in one sitting," said Elize as she finished wiping the leftover.

(You know, this is partly your fault) thought Lyon.

"Ahem, where was I, oh right, after our lips connected I instinctively retracted back and apologize," said Elize as she stood up and went back to her spot.

"But did you know what he did after?" asked Elize as her cheeks turned a red hue.

(No, don't say it!) thought Lyon as he readied his feet. He only needed one good leaped to escape through the door.

"Then he pulled my arms and we are connected once more, then he said 'apologies accepted'."

(Now!) Lyon immediately leaped toward the door.

"Ah?" he could feel something was grabbing his leg. His body couldn't help but fall and kissed the ground with a loud thud.

"Brat, what makes you think you can escape my wrath?" said the executioner before her hand grabbed his hair.

"AHHHH!" a loud scream was heard as it escaped from the little house.

Chapter end

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