Chapter 195: Lustful session (18+)
"You’re driving me crazy," he growled against her neck, sucking another spot lower, his teeth grazing her skin.
Jae’s pumps turned relentless, his rod pistoning in and out, the angle hitting just right to make her tremble. Tirel’s hand reached back, grabbing his thigh to pull him closer, her body rocking with his.
The fondling kept her on edge, his fingers teasing her nipples, alternating between soft caresses and firm tugs that sent jolts straight to her core.
Sweat slicked their skin, the room filled with their heavy breaths, moans blending into one continuous sound. He bit her neck again, harder this time, sucking the flesh into his mouth as he thrust deep, feeling her clench around him.
Tirel’s moans turned into cries, her thrusts back desperate now. "Jae... I’m close again... don’t stop," she panted, her voice breaking with pleasure.
He smirked against her skin, red eyes dark with focus as he kept the pace, pumping hard, fondling her chest like he owned every inch. The build-up was intense, her body tightening around his pole, pulling him in with each shared thrust.
She pushed back one more time, grinding against him, and that was it, her second orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over her.
Tirel cried out, loud and unrestrained, her eyes squeezing shut as her body convulsed. Her core pulsed around him, milking his rod in hot, rhythmic squeezes, her behind pressing flush against his hips.
The feel of her coming undone pushed Jae right over the edge. Her orgasm triggered his own, pleasure exploding through him as he buried deep one last time.
He groaned low, biting her neck gently as he came, spilling inside her in strong spurts, his body shuddering with the release.
Waves of bliss rolled through him, his hands still on her, one fondling her chest softly now, the other holding her hip steady as they rode it out together. Tirel moaned through the aftershocks, her thrusts slowing to a gentle rock, drawing every bit from him.
<1 lustful session, +20 stat points>
They stayed like that for a moment, connected and spent, Jae’s chest heaving against her back as he pressed soft kisses to the marks on her neck.
The passion ebbed into a warm glow, the room settling back to quiet, just the flicker of the candle and their slowing breaths.
Tires sighed contentedly, a flirty smile in her voice as she glanced back at him. "That was... intense."
Jae pulled out slowly, smirking as he helped her turn over, lying beside her on the bed. His hand trailed lazily over her skin, tracing the curve of her boobs where he’d fondled her moments ago.
"Yes and very necessary ," he said, voice low and satisfied, red eyes meeting hers with that calm strength. She laughed softly, cuddling into his side, her red hair tickling his arm.
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The academy’s great hall had been transformed for the occasion. Crystal chandeliers glowed with pale blue mana-light, spilling across polished marble floors and high banners bearing the crest of the academy.
Nobles, patrons, and esteemed guests filled the room in rich attire, their voices a soft roar of conversation and laughter. The air was thick with perfume, expensive wine, and the undercurrent of tension that always came when commoners and nobles mingled too closely.
The scent of roasted meats from the side tables mingled with that of fresh fruit and pastries, forming a heady mixture that seemed to linger just above the polished floors. Footsteps clicked sharply against marble as servants in dark uniforms moved silently, offering goblets of wine and crystal trays of delicate hors d’oeuvres.
The evening was meant to celebrate the defense of the academy, the night the Shadow General fell. Jae’s name lingered on every whisper, though few dared to speak it aloud with Sun standing nearby in his polished black tunic, his arm healed but his expression as sharp and unyielding as ever.
The prince’s dark eyes swept over the crowd like a blade, taking measure of every figure that dared glance at the supposed "farm boy hero." Even seated nobles felt the weight of his gaze, straightening in their chairs or adjusting their posture as though reminded of the hierarchy in which they were born.
Jae himself stood off to one side, not in the center of attention but not ignored either. His blond hair caught the glow of the chandeliers, falling in loose strands that highlighted the sharpness of his features.
The faint smirk on his lips seemed permanent, as if anchored by a quiet confidence that didn’t need to speak to be noticed. Around him, the aura of calm that followed him like a shadow softened the more frenzied elements of the room, drawing some gazes toward him even as others attempted to avoid it.
Elise hovered nearby, hands folded neatly at her waist, her soft dark eyes flicking from face to face. Her careful observation didn’t go unnoticed by Jae, though he didn’t comment; she was like a shadow that didn’t need acknowledgement, blending concern with attention, quietly ensuring he wasn’t surrounded by more than he could handle.
Byun leaned lazily against a column, wine glass in hand, his blond hair catching the soft light as he scanned the crowd with an ease born of privilege and practiced amusement.
He smiled faintly at the way nobles averted their eyes when he glanced at them, as though already accustomed to being envied and admired in equal measure.
Tirel, as usual, drew attention like flame drew moths. Her crimson dress cut daringly low, the fabric hugging her form just enough to keep the eyes glued, and her laugh rang soft but sharp across the hall.
She toyed with whichever noble son wandered too close, tilting her head with an inviting glance and a smirk that suggested she was fully aware of the power she wielded in mere moments of attention.
Yuna, in a pale green gown that contrasted sharply with Tirel’s fire, pouted by the dessert table. She had carefully arranged a plate of sweets, and her irritation grew with every second that no one had asked her to dance.
Her half-lidded eyes flicked toward Jae once or twice, catching the gleam of amusement in his gaze, and she snapped a tart into her mouth with quiet indignation.