Chapter 237: Yuna’s suggestion(18+)
The air was heavy, the room’s dusk glow fading, their bodies slick with sweat. Jae reached around, fingers rubbing her clit in circles, making her moan louder "Jae... ah..." her hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.
He pounded faster, the wet sounds of their joining mixing with her cries and his grunts, the bed shaking under them. Elise’s moans peaked "I’m close... oh god..." her core clenching tight, body shuddering as her orgasm hit, moaning loud "Yes... Jae!" He thrust through it, drawing out her waves until she gasped, collapsing forward, panting.
Jae pulled out, still hard, and both girls moved quick, kneeling before him on the bed. Yuna took his rod first, sucking the tip, tongue swirling, moaning "Mmm..." while Elise kissed the base, lips soft, tongue licking slow.
They worked together, Yuna sucking deep, cheeks hollowing, Elise’s tongue trailing along the side, their hands stroking what their mouths couldn’t reach. Jae groaned "Fuck... both of you..." his hands in their hair, guiding them.
The wet sounds of their sucking filled the room, their moans blending "Mmm... Jae..." as they alternated, Yuna taking him to her throat, Elise sucking the tip. Their breasts pressed against his thighs, the bed creaking as they shifted.
Jae’s grunts grew ragged "Close... shit..." and he thrust shallow, spilling hot into both their mouths, Yuna taking most, swallowing with a moan, Elise licking the rest, lips glistening.
<2 lustful session, +40 stat points>
<threesome, +100 stat points>
Jae lay stretched across the bed, his arm draped lazily around Elise, while Yuna curled on his other side, her hair a wild cascade against his chest. Both women looked spent, their cheeks flushed, yet there was a kind of quiet satisfaction in their stillness.
Elise shifted faintly, pressing closer, her hand splayed over his stomach. Her usual poise had melted away into something softer, vulnerable, content to simply rest in the silence. Yuna, on the other hand, was the first to break it.
She tilted her face up toward Jae, her lips still carrying a mischievous curve even in her exhaustion. "You know..." she murmured, her voice playful but husky with weariness, "we’ve all had our turn. All except one."
Jae raised an eyebrow, though the smirk forming on his lips betrayed his amusement. "Oh? And who might that be?"
Yuna giggled lightly, the sound like a ripple in the dim room. "Tirel. If anyone’s being left out, it’s her."
Elise gave a faint groan at the teasing, burying her face against Jae’s chest as if to hide from the conversation. Her fingers tightened against him, not in protest, but in that subtle mix of possessiveness and embarrassment she could never quite suppress.
Jae leaned his head back against the pillow, his smirk widening. "Tirel, huh?" He let the name linger on his tongue, as though tasting the idea. "Well... maybe. I’ll think about it."
Yuna’s eyes sparkled with mischief even as she yawned, and Elise gave a muffled grumble, too tired to argue.
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The announcement came during morning assembly in the central hall, where banners of the academy swayed against the tall windows. Rows of students stood in orderly lines, uniforms pressed, weapons at their sides. There was an air of anticipation buzzing across the crowd, though no one knew yet what to expect. When the head instructor, Mr. Han, stepped forward, silence fell quickly.
"This term," he began, his voice carrying with the authority of a man who had drilled generations of nobles and prodigies, "you will participate in something greater than classroom lectures or sparring duels. The Academy has been tasked with preparing a contingent of students to simulate a campaign along the borderlands. You will learn discipline, coordination, and the demands of leadership."
A murmur rippled through the gathered students. A military campaign, even a mock one, was far more ambitious than the survival trials or beast culling expeditions they’d done before.
Han’s eyes swept the rows, pausing here and there on the standouts. Jae felt the weight of that gaze before it moved on, lingering just a heartbeat longer on Sun.
"As for command," Han said, "it will be decided by those who have proven not only their skill, but their capacity to lead."
That was Sun’s cue.
The prince stepped forward without hesitation, hands clasped behind his back, chin lifted with aristocratic confidence. His voice cut through the hall with practiced control. "There is no question. As Crown Prince, responsibility falls naturally to me. Command should not be debated when a royal heir stands ready to lead."
The words weren’t shouted, but they had the weight of inevitability behind them. Sun’s posture, his calm but commanding tone, the subtle reminder of his birthright, all of it made the teachers hesitate.
Some students nodded in agreement, whispering about how it made sense. Others shifted uncomfortably, their eyes flickering toward Jae, who had become the academy’s most celebrated figure after his defeat of the Shadow General. Jae himself stood silent, hands at his sides, his expression unreadable.
Han frowned slightly, as if weighing propriety against merit. Finally, he said, "Very well. His Highness will assume the role of commander."
The announcement drew a smattering of applause from some noble students, eager to show loyalty to the throne. Sun acknowledged them with a small nod, then turned his eyes toward Jae. His smirk was faint but unmistakable, half challenge, half triumph.
"And the rest of you will be placed in divisions under the commander’s authority," Han continued. "This exercise is to test cooperation and discipline, not egos. You will follow orders. The battlefield does not tolerate lone heroes."
That last line felt directed squarely at Jae. A few students turned their heads his way, waiting to see if he would bristle at the jab. He didn’t. He only folded his arms, meeting Han’s gaze calmly, then shifted his eyes to Sun.
Sun wasted no time asserting his role. After assembly, he gathered the squad leaders in one of the strategy chambers, a wide circular room with maps stretched across the tables.