Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 285: The Most Obvious Hiding Spot

"What?" Betty panicked, so Zaroth's did as well as he began to quickly dress. "Why would it be a problem if he sees me?"

A faint pale smile formed on her lips, "While I love him a lot, he tends to be a bit overprotective… so him seeing that I have slept with a man may give him a heart attack, which would be rather troublesome."

Zaroth didn't know what to say, it sounded sweet that her father cared so much for her, but at the same time he was a tad bit annoyed. He nor Betty were done, as it felt like it was only just the beginning, but it seems that their time together would be cut short.

As he finished dressing, only the demonic mask remained on the floor beside the bed. Reaching to pick it up, he froze—hurried, heavy footsteps echoed closer. With no other choice, Zaroth dove under the bed. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

'What the hell are you doing?! That is the most obvious spot to hide, you will be found in an instant!' Betty wanted to complain but wasn't able to as at that moment the hinges of the door broke apart as her father calmly burst it open.

"What are you doing?!" the man shouted in rage as he began to scan the room, searching for somebody.

'Okay, I hope that my acting skills are good enough,' mentally preparing herself, Betty spoke… or more accurately shouted.

"What do you think you are doing, old man?! Haven't you heard of privacy?!" she shouted as she managed to make her voice sound furious.

Meeting her gaze, the man spoke, "I went to the tavern to see how the business is going and I heard a rumor that you have gotten out with a man. Where is he?! Did he force himself upon you?! I told you that acting too pleasant with the men would bring trouble!" His voice was filled with concern.

Zaroth hiding under the bed noted how caring her father was. 'While having a father like this could be a pain in the ass, it is really sweet that he indeed cares for her. Is that what it looks like to have a father?' he thought.

"Father, I am not forced into anything!" Betty argued back, trying to calm down her father.

The bulging vein in his forehead seemed to retreat a little until he saw the messy bed. At that point, the bulge reappeared almost twice the size. Pointing at the mess, he shouted, "Then what the hell is this?! How do you explain this?!"

'Here goes nothing.' Betty thought as she managed to make her face a bit reddish and looked to the side.

"What, can't I please myself from time to time?"

The words of her father caught in his throat as his eyes widened. With a cough, he took hurried steps back, exiting her room, "Sorry about that, I guess I might have overreacted."

He vanished from view in a flash.

Downstairs, he pulled at his hair, muttering to himself, "Shit! I didn't think this through. Why didn't I knock? She's at that age, after all… If I'd come a few minutes earlier, I might've walked in while she was—"

"FUCK!" he shouted again, slamming his fist into a nearby table.

Seeing her father leave her field of view, she let out a sigh of relief, as well as Zaroth.

Making sure that it was alright, he popped out of the bed. "Is he gone?" he whispered.

"Yes." She nodded.

Returning to standing position, he gazed at Betty as he scratched the back of his head. "I know you said it'd be bad if he found out we slept together, but… isn't it worse that he thinks you were just—pleasing yourself? Won't that make things weirder between you two?"

Betty chuckled as she stepped closer. "Actually, it might help. He'll probably start respecting my privacy more now."

Zaroth did not really understand the dynamics behind a father and daughter, but if Betty was saying it was okay, then it was.

"But…" she spoke as she finally reached him and embraced him tightly, her breasts brushing against his chest, making him able to hear her rapid heartbeat. "It does still trouble me that we got interrupted in the middle of it."

Zaroth had to agree, he was still in the mood for them to go once again, but looking at the busted door, it seems that it wasn't possible. There was no doubt in Zaroth's mind that whatever they decided to do would be easily heard by her father and risking it would be a bad idea.

"… Do you perhaps want to go to my place and finish what we started?" he suggested.

Betty's smile widened, she brought her mouth next to his ear as she whispered softly, "Gladly."

*****

With a gasp, Zaroth was awake once again. The nightmare had become even more violent and vivid.

Taking a few seconds to compose himself, he saw Betty lying next to him on the bed. Her striking blue eyes were nowhere to be seen as she had shut them thoroughly. Her naked chest rose and fell slowly and gently, she was deep in sleep.

Now that it was the next day and the alcohol did not affect him anymore, Zaroth was able to think more clearly.

'Did she take advantage of me because I was drunk to convince me to sleep with her?' he asked himself. He wondered what would have happned if Betty had tried to seduce him while he was clear-headed, would she have succeeded as well?

'I don't regret it, sleeping with her honestly,' he admitted to himself. She was as beautiful as a model, and during the whole act, he didn't worry about anything. It was like he was free.

'Zaroth, you remember when I said that you can distract yourself with women and alcohol? Honestly, I did not expect you to take up on my offer and so soon at that.' Luna teased in his mind.

"Oh shut up," he replied as a soft smile appeared on his face and got up from the bed, trying not to wake Betty up.

Turning around, he appreciated her even more from this angle—the way her blonde hair was falling to the side, her soft lips looking like almost an invitation. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, she was looking so vulnerable at the moment, and this was a sight only he was meant to see.

A particular part of his body began to wake up from the sight, so Zaroth was left with no choice but to avert his gaze.

Sleeping with her was nice and all, but it wasn't right to be the only thing he did the whole day.

Putting on the leather armor, then the white robes, and finally the demonic mask, he exited the house as he began to walk with a certain destination in mind.

Today, he was finally going to retrieve the odachi Torin had been forging all this time. A sly grin curled across Zaroth's lips as he imagined the devastation he'd be able to unleash upon his enemies once it was complete.