Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 142 The Two's Nighttime (Part 1)
Before going to bed as usual—

Gazing at the slightly darkening night outside the window, Agushid began doing what he never missed before going to sleep during his travels.

— Combing Volamey's hair.

This is one of the most frequently occurring scenes in the memories and dreams of the most powerful demons.

Whether it's the ten-year journey to "heaven" or the sixty-year love story in the capital,
Combing Vlame's hair was an essential daily task for Agushid.

It is generally divided into morning and evening, that is, before and after sleep.

Because Vlame liked to keep his hair long, but unlike Agushid, he wasn't good at managing it.

So this job fell to him a long time ago.

After all, the most powerful demons never refuse their wives' requests.

And so, since then, this work has never stopped to this day.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

“Is this strength okay?”

"Hmm... I don't feel any different from usual..."

Agushid, you shouldn't have combed my hair for a thousand years, right?
Why are you still so skilled at it?

Because I dream about these scenes every day, and then I savor them as memories.

—Agushid did not say this aloud.

After all, he would find it difficult to speak too intimately in front of Vlamé.

So he simply remained silent amidst a faint, bewildering laugh that left Vlamé puzzled.
He then responded with his silent, yet skillful and meticulous movements.

Vlamé then naturally understood.

She could imagine the future Agushid desperately trying to remember every image and scene of her.
We can also get a general idea of ​​his future state from Agushid's previous words.

But she didn't say anything.

He chuckled softly amidst Agushid's silence.

Then relax your body and slowly fall backward.

Naturally, Vlame moved closer to Agushid's body.

Or rather, the most powerful demon standing behind her naturally supported her body—

But it's all the same; that's all Vlamé wanted.

In the slow passage of time and the movement of the comb,
Vlame slowly closed his eyes, and in his hazy state, he was manipulated by Agushid behind him.

And feeling the half-asleep, half-awake posture and the swaying body of Vlame in front of him,
Agusid did not wake her up directly.

He simply supported his wife with his body, just as he remembered, letting Volame lean against him.
Then, in front of the small dressing table in the hotel, she once again picked up a small wooden comb and slowly ran it over her light red long hair.

It still has that familiar softness, and the way the ends of her hair are gently wrapped around them is almost irresistible.

This is a scene that Agushid has cherished every moment of for a thousand years.

His wish was actually as simple and small as it is now—

As long as Volamere is still by his side, as long as he can comb her hair again...

This is what Agushid wanted.

But even such a trivial wish,
Even the most powerful demon race has only achieved this after a thousand years.

In places other than dreams—

He embraced his wife again and, in that small bedroom, slowly combed her hair...

That's all he wanted.

That’s all…

"Really——"

His downward gaze softened, and when it landed on Vlad,
Agusid became even more unimaginably calm and gentle.

"Volame, even now I still find it hard to believe..."

"Time rewind—" "I actually saw you again using something that shouldn't even exist in the first place."

A hand was gently placed on Volamey's sleepy little face.
As she unconsciously moved closer and brushed against him, Agusid continued to whisper.

"You know what? I almost went crazy when I turned around..."

Gently smoothing a tuft of her light red hair, Agushid continued to whisper in his wife's ear:
"At that time, I actually had so much to say, so many things I wanted to tell you—"

"But in the end, all that was left to say were a few questions."

"You looked pathetic, didn't you?"

Agushid chuckled to himself, as if quite dissatisfied with his poor performance in front of his wife.

"Even I don't know what I was restraining at that time."

Why should I pretend to be calm when I'm with you?

"Absolutely stupid..."

"I was secretly delighted, though because I controlled it so well, you probably didn't notice..."

Because they knew that Vlamé, who was drowsy at this time, wouldn't be memorizing anything or listening to anything.
Therefore, the most powerful demon race speaks and acts with utter recklessness.

“Do you know, Vlamé…”

Even something as simple as combing your hair again, in the future, I can only do in my dreams—

He casually tucked a strand of light red hair behind his wife's ear.
Agushid's fingertips remained on Vlame's neck, without moving.

"So at first I didn't know how to face you."

"Just like now, I'm looking at you but I don't know where to begin."

Quietly gazing at the half-asleep, half-awake Volamete in the dressing mirror,

Unsure how to start a conversation with his wife, Agushid murmured softly.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much.

After all, everything he wanted was right there in his arms at that very moment.
Therefore, any other ideas are superfluous.

Thinking of this, Agushid's movements slowed down.

After combing her long, light red hair...

He slowly put the small wooden comb he always carried back into his pocket.

Then he stood there, his arms around Vladimir, who was sitting in front of him.

He actually said "I love you" many times.

But it's unclear whether Vlamé genuinely didn't hear it, or if she was feigning composure.

She, like Agusid, remained motionless.

Even the slightest shift in position followed Agushid's movements, ensuring that she remained nestled in his arms at all times.

"Sleepy."

"hug me."

Although I've been feeling drowsy and half-asleep since the beginning, it's clearly too late to say this now.
But Vlame, who was quietly waiting for Agushid to finish combing his hair, only spoke softly.

The level of proficiency is so high that it's like doing this routine every day.

Agushid, of course, would not forget Vlame's habits.

So after putting down the comb and hearing Volame say those words himself...
He slowly lowered his hand, then skillfully hooked Fula Mei's legs and gently lifted her up.

Needless to say, the next step for the most powerful demons is to put Vlame back in bed.

But halfway there, Vlamena's silent gesture stopped Agushid in his tracks.

He looked down at his wife, whose eyes were still closed, but whose hand remained on her collar...

Agushid only saw her lips move slightly, and then her eyes lowered.

"Agushid, kiss me."

This was the first time the most powerful demon had taken the initiative from his wife during the night.

(End of this chapter)