Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 422: Inder Sephtis [14] [Slight R-18]

[Inder’s timeline.]

[Kandam Continent.]

[Unknown Island.]

In the hidden island at the far eastern edge of the Kandam Continent, a small cottage sat beneath a cluster of wind-bent trees.

It wasn’t grand, nor particularly pretty, but it was quiet and peaceful.

Inside the main room, the bed creaked loudly, shaking violently.

"Anh~ slow down~."

A woman’s moan echoed as her hand gripped tightly over a man’s back.

His long purple hair fell over the woman’s golden-olive hair.

Inder ignored her plea as he leaned forward, biting on her elongated ears.

"Ahn~! Ahn! Mmn!"

Nerissa’s moans filled the air, her voice raw and lewd as she moved in sync with him.

Inder thrust upward with all his strength, burying himself as deeply as he could inside her.

His length pulsed within her, the heat and tightness driving him further into the moment as her moans filled his ears.

"Hey! I am...coming~."

Inder whispered in her ear as he plunged himself deeper inside her.

Her inner walls tightened around him as she nodded once.

He thrust deeply one last time, releasing everything inside her.

Nerissa gasped loudly, closing her eyes as she felt his semen.

Inder let his body rest over her for a while, gathering his strength.

When he had enough, he moved back, taking himself out of her.

The pleasure left Nerissa’s body as the cold wind hit her.

"...."

Shame, guilt, and hatred overtook her emotions.

Nerissa sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around herself as the chill settled on her skin.

Her back leaned against the wooden frame of the bed.

Inder sat at the edge of the bed, his breathing steady as he looked out the small window.

Rain had started to fall lightly, tapping gently on the roof of the cottage.

For a while, no one spoke to each other.

Inder let out a sigh as he stood up and walked towards the table.

He poured himself a drink as he heard the soft sniffing of Nerissa.

"Why are you crying?" he asked without looking at her. "You agreed to it, didn’t you?"

"I said yes," she finally whispered, her voice brittle. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate myself for it."

Inder leaned against the table, swirling the drink in his cup without taking a sip.

"You’re not a prisoner," he said flatly. "You could’ve left any time."

Nerissa turned her head sharply. "Don’t insult me."

Inder didn’t reply as he kept on staring at her, still naked.

Nerissa clung to the blanket tightly, ashamed of herself.

"How are the elves doing?" Inder mumbled softly.

"I was eighteen when the war started. Now I am twenty-two, and I still don’t understand why go on a war you were bound to lose."

Nerissa didn’t say anything for a while; she just stared at her hands.

"They are ruined," she whispered. "The World Tree is gone. Two-thirds of the elves are dead. Those who survived... they’ve abandoned Alfheim."

Inder remained silent, his eyes fixed on the storm outside.

"They were proud," he finally said. "Too proud to kneel, too blind to run."

"..."

Nerissa said nothing, the loss of war was still engraved in her soul.

She could never forget how miserably they lost to the Demiurges.

She finally looked at Inder.

"I did what you asked," she whispered softly. "It’s time to keep your promise."

Inder didn’t say anything for a while.

He just drank his whiskey in silence.

"It’s hard to believe," he said softly. "The proud you will whore herself out for her daughter."

Nerissa’s fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket, her knuckles pale.

"Do you like humiliating me?" she said, her voice low, nearly drowned out by the sound of the rain. "Is it fun?"

Inder looked at her. "Yes."

Nerissa’s reasoning snapped as she glared at him.

"Is this why you asked me to be your...whore?" she asked, standing up. "Is it why you killed my son—"

"I did not kill him!" Inder snapped, slamming his glass down. "I have seen those memories and it wasn’t me."

"Then who was it?" Nerissa asked, walking towards him. "Had it not been for you, nothing would have happened—!"

"What about you then?" Inder snapped back. "If you loved your son so much, why bother saving Nymeria or me?"

Nerissa stopped walking, her chest rising with a shaky breath.

The bite marks on her skin were clearly visible, but she didn’t care.

"I wish I would have just left you to die," Nerissa whispered, glaring at him. "Maybe the world would have been a better place without you."

"...."

Inder looked at her for a while without any words.

"Yennefer was right about you," she continued. "Your death is what will make this madness stop."

He slowly walked closer to her before he wrapped his fingers around her neck.

Nerissa flinched but didn’t move, looking at him.

"I wish you live a long life, Nerissa," he growled, staring dead into her eyes. "Because I want you to keep on staying miserable."

He let go as he wrapped a robe over himself before he walked towards the door.

"You talk about misery," Nerissa said quietly. "But you don’t even realize you’re buried in it too."

Inder didn’t say anything as he walked out.

When he arrived in the main hall, he was greeted by a photo frame on the wall.

The one where he was present along with Nerissa and Nymeria.

"..."

He didn’t say anything as he walked out of the place.

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[Kandam Continent.]

[E.C.T.O Headquarters.]

Inder walked in the enormous corridor of the black building with soft steps.

Everyone who walked past him bowed deeply in his direction.

And why would they not?

He was supposed to be their next head, and everyone was aware of it.

Inder walked towards an office room and knocked once.

"Come in."

A cold and lifeless voice echoed from the inside.

He twisted the door and walked in, only to be greeted by Esmeray sitting on her chair.

"Are you back from your little vacation?" she asked, stopping her work.

Inder nodded. "Yes."

She leaned back on her chair. "How is she?"

"...Fine," he replied, looking into her eyes.

Esmeray nodded and stood up from her seat.

"How is Nymeria doing?" he asked, his eyes trailing with her. "Any progress?"

During the war between the elves and Demiurge, Nymeria overexerted her body.

She used too much of her divinity, which led to her almost breaking herself.

It only got worse when Ragnar attacked them.

Had Esmeray and Inder not helped them, the mother and daughter would have died like every other Gerald Highblood.

Even after three years, she hasn’t fully recovered from it.

"She is getting healthier," Esmeray replied as she took her seat on the edge of a sofa. "Come here."

Inder hesitated for a while before he walked towards her.

He gently lay on the sofa with his head on her lap.

Esmeray gently caressed his hair.

"Why did you even care for them?" she asked, her voice lifeless. "Is it because she took care of you?"

"..I never wanted to help her," Inder mumbled, closing his eyes. "That’s why I asked her body, knowing she would refuse."

"You are my son," she replied. "It’s impossible for you to not foresee her accepting the offer."

"...It was a miscalculation," he replied softly.

"You can be truthful with me."

"I am—"

"You did it not because of her body but you craved her maternal love," Esmeray said, knowing full well that she was right.

"That’s why I asked you not to see those childhood memories...it only messes your feelings more."

Inder didn’t say anything, but his silence was loud enough.

Esmeray made him turn so she could look directly into his eyes.

"I don’t care what you do with your pet," she said, her voice serious. "But always remember the only one who genuinely loves you is me."

"....."

Inder just gave her a faint nod without any words.

He has been listening to her saying the same thing for years now.

At this point, after all the betrayal and heartbreak he has been through, Inder was sure she was saying the truth.

"How are things going on your side?" he asked, looking at what he could see from there. "Is Anant’s consciousness still there?"

Esmeray leaned on the sofa.

"There are still a few of her believers," she whispered. "We need to kill them as well."

Inder nodded softly.

One of the reasons why Esmeray wanted the Asura race to die was because they worshipped Goddess Anant.

Like any other concept, Primordials can live forever as long as there is someone who believes in them.

That’s how, even after death, Anant can live on in Esmeray.

...Even though she isn’t much of a threat to her, Esmeray didn’t want to leave any loose ends.

Inder remained silent on the sofa, his head resting on Esmeray’s lap.

"Then do it," he finally said. "The world is under your control, what’s stopping you?"

Like he said, Akasha is already on the brink of destruction.

Kandam is fighting among themselves, and humans are not even in the talk.

In such chaotic times, her organisation is blooming completely.

Esmeray has the world under her control now.

"You should stop seeing her," Esmeray said suddenly.

Inder tilted his head. "What?"

"She’s a distraction. She drags your emotions into places I can’t reach."

Esmeray’s voice didn’t rise, but it was steel-wrapped. "You’re too important to be ruled by guilt."

"She’s not the one ruling me," he muttered. "You are."

She gave him a broken smile. "I have a task for you."

Inder stared into her lifeless eyes. "What?"

"He has become a nuisance for too long," Esmeray said as she stood up from her seat.

She walked towards the window as she looked out of the building.

The sky above them was dim, filled with dark clouds.

"Fulfill your deal with Nerissa," she finally said, glancing back at him.

"It’s time to kill Ragnar."