After cumming several times in Mia's chocolate-colored womb. I whispered in his ear. "This will be our secret, don't you dare tell anyone what happened today, otherwise not only will you suffer the consequences, but your friends too."
Mia, after seeing the heaven of pleasures takes a deep breath and responds, in a tired voice. "O... o..ok.."
Soon after, I move away from Mia, and put on my clothes, and then untie them and go back to my room and go back to sleep peacefully, completely sexually satisfied.
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The aroma of roasted chicken and the sweet smell of truffles and fresh fruits filled the hall where the acolytes had gathered. It was a feast unlike any other since I arrived here. Surely, the generosity of this breakfast was tied to our impending departure.
I sat at the table and served myself generously. "Well, I deserve this," I thought as I chewed on a juicy piece of chicken. The fruit juices were refreshing, and the slightly sweet wine warmed my spirit. Since entering this world, my diet had never been so satisfying.
As I ate, my eyes were drawn to the corner of the room. There were Professor Marcelina and Oliver, the five-star acolyte. He was speaking to her, his voice low and full of respect, and I noticed the faint blush on his face. "Interesting," I thought, observing the hesitation in his gestures and the obvious gleam of admiration in his eyes. "He's enchanted by her… as many must be." I knew I wasn't the only one tempted—her scent that drifts subtly through the air is certainly a brutal trap for weak-minded men.
Wallace, sitting next to me, tore a large chunk of meat from the chicken leg and commented casually:
"Having a five-star acolyte this semester is truly rare. Ever since he arrived, Professor Marcelina has spoken to him several times. I bet she's planning to make him her personal apprentice."
Liam, ever bitter, added, "No surprise there. For a Mage, aptitude determines much of one's progress. But accumulating knowledge and understanding is the true path to power."
I smiled inwardly as I continued eating. "If knowledge is the key, then I'm in an advantageous position. With my virtual lab and my ability to process information, I'm years ahead of these acolytes and perhaps even ahead of some mages."
Across the room, the acolytes with lower aptitude were huddled in a small circle. Sophia, with her maternal tone, was trying to cheer up Mia, who seemed strangely quiet.
"What's wrong, Mia? Why so silent? Cat got your tongue?" Sophia asked.
Mia lowered her head, avoiding my gaze. A wicked smile crept onto my lips. "This world is truly fascinating. Where the strong make the laws, and the weak simply obey. That's how it should be."
Olivia, ever protective, wrapped an arm around Mia's shoulders and answered for her.
"She probably didn't sleep well. We're far from our families, from the comforts of home. That must be affecting her."
The atmosphere was tense, and even with the banquet before them, most seemed to have lost their appetite. I, however, enjoyed every bite, observing silently.
After breakfast, Marcelina stepped away from Oliver and moved to the center of the room. Her presence commanded attention.
"Prepare yourselves. We leave in two hours. Gather your belongings and wait here," she announced firmly.
Without question, everyone began to move. Back in my room, I packed my things quickly. As I stepped out, I sighed. "I need to visit Cleo, Styg, and the other girls to say goodbye… After all, I almost got Cleo and the others pregnant. Thankfully, I managed to activate my virtual lab in time to prevent it. Better this way."
Walking through the nearly deserted campgrounds, I noticed the frantic energy of indecisive acolytes had significantly lessened. Now, the place was much calmer, with small groups scattered here and there. That's when I spotted a familiar figure.
"Luny," I called, gently stepping into her path.
She turned quickly, and a shy smile appeared on her face. Her body, already outlining the curves of maturity, was accentuated by the contrast of her youthful expression.
"Tyl… Tyler!" She blushed deeply, recalling our previous interactions during the journey. I had helped several acolytes, and among them, Luny seemed to have developed a special attachment to me.
She ran toward me and hugged me, her face buried in my chest. "I missed you so much, my lion," she murmured before kissing me on the lips. I returned the gesture, holding her waist. "I'm heading to the Mount Sun Tower," I revealed.
She stepped back slightly, her eyes filled with concern. "How many stars do you have, Tyler?"
"Three stars," I replied, watching as her expression turned into a mix of frustration and sadness.
"I… I hate myself," she said, her voice trembling. "I'm just a one-star acolyte. I'm doomed to fail..."
I sighed inwardly. "Well, you can still be useful in other ways," I thought, considering future possibilities. "But fragile women like her… don't have the same allure as powerful ones like Marcelina. If I intend to leave a legacy, I'll need several strong, worthy women by my side—after all, my legacy is clear: my seeds."
"Don't worry about that, Luny," I said, trying to change the subject. "Have you seen Cleo? And Lana?"
Luny wiped her tears and replied, "Lana… I haven't seen her in a while. Ever since she discovered her talent as a four-star acolyte, she's become arrogant. As for Cleo, I don't know where she is. Maybe Styg knows."
"Then go and call Styg for me," I ordered, releasing her. Luny nodded quickly and ran off, leaving a soft fragrance in the air. As I watched her leave, I sighed again. "This little harem I formed during the journey… it seems the time has come for us to part ways."
My thoughts were interrupted by the familiar, lively voice of Styg. "Tyler, my man!" He approached with a wide grin, looking cleaner and more refined than usual.
"Have you decided on your academy?" he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Yes, I've chosen the Mount Sun Tower," I replied, noticing the glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
"The Mount Sun Tower? I figured as much. They're the best when it comes to light attributes here in the Land of Lucario," he remarked thoughtfully.
"Yes, it was a strategic choice," I affirmed.
"It doesn't matter which academy you choose, as long as you know where you're headed. Let's stay in touch in the future," he said, surprisingly serious.
"Of course, we'll keep in touch," I agreed before shifting the topic. "Ah, do you know where Cleo went?"
"Cleo?" Styg scratched his head before answering. "I heard she's a three-star acolyte. She joined the Arcangrove Tower. They're experts in plants, you know? Makes sense."
"I see. Thanks, Styg. See you around," I said, heading toward the Arcangrove Tower's tent.
Guided by the holographic map projected in the corner of my vision, I walked with firm but cautious steps. Once again, the virtual lab proved its usefulness. I stopped in front of a peculiar brown tent, made of twisted wood that seemed to writhe as if alive. A sigh escaped my lips as I circled the structure, trying to find another entrance or something to help me locate Cleo.
Midway, I was interrupted by an imposing presence. A woman appeared out of nowhere, holding a staff carved from raw wood and wearing a dress woven from living plants. Her gaze was piercing, and just locking eyes with her sent a shiver through my body from head to toe. It felt as though every fiber of my being was being analyzed, dismantled, and judged. I froze.
Swallowing hard, I tried to regain my composure and inclined respectfully. "Hello, noble mage! Good morning, madam."
She continued to stare at me for a few seconds before letting out a deep sigh, as if my presence was an inconvenience. "I don't know you. What do you want?" Her voice was sharp and direct.
Maintaining my posture, I replied, "I'm looking for my girlfriend, Cleo. We'll be parting ways soon and taking different paths. Though we share the same three-star aptitude, our affinities led us to distinct choices… During our journey, I almost got her pregnant, you know? For a moment, I even thought about the names we'd give our children..."
Before I could finish, she groaned with a long "Ugh~," rolling her eyes almost theatrically. Without saying another word, she turned her back and walked into the tent, completely ignoring my presence. It was as if the brief encounter had been a total waste of her time.
I almost laughed at the situation—how fragile the egos of mages were! But I held back. I knew even a chuckle could cause serious trouble. With renewed seriousness, I continued on my way, arriving at a cabin that resembled the style of the tower I had chosen.
Outside, a man with a bear's head—or perhaps it was a very convincing mask—emerged from one of the tents. "Hey, do you know where Cleo is?" I asked directly.
He paused for a moment, thinking, before responding in a deep but friendly voice: "Ah, yes. Cleo, the three-star girl? She's in the fifteenth room."
"Can I go in to speak with her?" I asked, gauging his intentions.
He nodded, opening the door with a casual motion. "Sure, no problem. Just don't cause any trouble."
"Thanks," I replied, walking past him. I followed the directions to the fifteenth room, a worn wooden door that looked like it had seen better days. I knocked firmly but without aggression.
"Knock, knock!" My voice broke the silence. "Cleo, it's me, Tyler. I came to say goodbye."
For a moment, everything remained quiet, and I considered the possibility that she wasn't there. Then, suddenly, the door swung open with force, and before I could react, I was pulled inside. The door closed behind me with a sharp click.
Cleo was there, staring at me intensely. Her eyes gleamed, reflecting a mix of emotions I couldn't completely decipher. "What do you want?" Her voice was direct but carried something more—anger, sadness, longing, desire.
I smirked slightly, adopting my usual confident tone. "I want kisses, a hug, and maybe something more. How about it? After all, we'll never see each other again."
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