NTR SAGAS - Chapter 157: 18 Years Of Devotion Or Trickery?

As Lucas pulled Nadia through the winding streets of the town, she couldn’t help but wonder where on earth he was taking her.

She just wished this bastard would stop making her walk in the public streets like this and letting these perverts degrade her with their gazes. She had hated such gazes more than anything and never thought she would experience them again.

She worked so hard, sacrificed so much to gain enough power to never ever feel such gazes. But who would have thought the boy whom she hated more than anything would come back as a man to haunt her.

To her relief, eventually, they arrived at an unassuming building nestled between two shops.

Upon entering, Nadia was taken aback by the opulence surrounding her – crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, marble floors stretched out beneath her feet, and paintings adorned every wall.

It was a secret auction house she didn’t even know existed.

Nobility milled about, their faces obscured by intricate masks, whispering amongst themselves. Even Lucas donned a mask, leaving Nadia feeling exposed in nothing more than a sheer veil.

The gazes of the gathered aristocrats, especially the men, lingered on her curvaceous form, undressing her with their eyes.

She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her skimpy outfit, though it did little to help hide her half exposed asscheeks or the rest of her exposed skin.

It seemed as though everyone knew what kind of “fun” she and Lucas would be having later – except for them.

Some were already about to approach her, a group of 5 men and Nadia became nervous, wondering if Lucas was planning to humiliate her by letting these trash touch her and have their way with her.

But to her relief, Lucas pulled her behind, his wide back covering her figure just as some brash noblemen tried to get close.

Still, one of them was confident of his own power and grabbed Lucas collar, “Hey, you-”

Before he could complete his sentence, his expression contorted into one of terror and fear as Lucas calmly stared back at him with contempt, a chilling light briefly glowing in his eyes.

“S-S-Sorry brother…I think I mistook you for a wrong guy,” The man said in a shivering voice as he stumbled back and hurried away with the others.

They knew better than to touch the woman of someone whose aura was terrifying enough to make them feel like an ant.

Nadia was surprised to see them scatter when Lucas didn’t even raise a finger. Those five were powerhouses of this kingdom and they wouldn’t even show such terrified faces even if their king, Yiman, exerted his aura upon them.

But she got out of her daze and had her brows furrow upon realizing that her hands were firmly clutching the back of Lucas’ robe and immediately pulled away her hands, unable to believe that for a moment she felt safe in his protection.

Despite that, she felt strange as she glanced at his back, wondering why he protected her if he hated her so much and wanted to humiliate her. Was that young, innocent boy still inside him?

Lucas smiled upon seeing her take a step back with her face lowered. “What? Did you want to go with them? Or are you angry that I prevented an opportunity for you to get gangbanged like the good old days? What a pity. I am not going to let you enjoy it at my expense.”

Nadia couldn’t believe that she almost, for a moment, thought he at least had a semblance of care for her.

“You have no shame or honour for treating me like this. I devoted 18 years of my life for you.” Nadia said with her jaw clenched.

Lucas scoffed as he pressed his lips against her ear. “You mean how you fooled me for 18 years of my life by pretending to be a saint?”

“You have-” Before Nadia could say anything, he grabbed her wrist and steered her towards a dimly lit hallway. “I don’t have time to listen to a slave. I have a guest waiting for me. You might be surprised once you see him.” He shot her a sly grin before pushing open a door, revealing a lavish chamber bathed in soft light.

A man reclined in a velvet armchair, surrounded by sumptuous furnishings, being tended to by two elegantly dressed women. When he spotted Bai Ling he dismissed the attendants and stood up, extending a hand in greeting.

Nadia’s eyes widened upon recognizing that the man was none other than Yiman! What was he doing here? Did Lucas tell him to come here?

Her heart began to pound as she was afraid of getting caught red handed. She couldn’t care less what Yiman might think but if he recognizes her then he might tell Olivia and the last thing Nadia wanted was for her daughter to look at her in a way she dreaded.

“Ah, there you are! Son-in-law, so good to see you!” Yiman exclaimed warmly, clasping Bai Ling’s forearm.

But his gaze suddenly shifted to the mesmerising pregnant beauty standing behind Bai Ling, widening appreciatively as his eyes roamed over her scantily clad physique.

Her skin was so pale and smooth and her milky breasts were this close to popping out of her lovely bunny costume. Her supple thighs were soft yet toned like a warrior’s. How could an ordinary woman have such beauty and charms?

But Yiman came out of his daze when he realized that his son-in-law brought this pregnant woman.

He got vexed upon wondering if Bai Ling was enjoying his time with his mistress right after marrying his pure and sweet daughter.

But he reeled in his anger and knew he couldn’t simply lash out at the man who was not only his son-in-law but also his mother’s right hand. If he wanted to know more about him, he would have to pretend to be friendly for now.

It was the only reason he agreed to meet him here and find out his connection to his mother.

Lucas took a seat next opposite to Yiman pulling Nadia onto his lap without ceremony or explanation. Despite herself, she felt a spark of irritation ignite in her chest; was he going to expose her to Yiman right here and now?

Yiman leaned forward, curiosity piqued. “Might I ask who this stunning creature accompanying you is?”