Chapter 85: Streching and Screening

Seraphina walked into the training room a few minutes later.

The sound of the massive door opening caught Amon’s attention just as he was about to begin his weight training.

He turned around and immediately stopped.

Seraphina was standing near the entrance with a small bag hanging from her shoulder.

She was wearing a tight black sports bra and matching high-waisted leggings that hugged every curve of her body.

A light coat had covered them on the way here; she slipped it off and tossed it onto a nearby bench, leaving the form-fitting outfit fully visible.

Amon looked at her for a moment before smiling. "You’re looking good."

Seraphina giggled softly. "Does that make you want to eat me?"

Amon opened his mouth before closing it again. He chuckled and shook his head. "Not the first thing in the morning."

Seraphina smiled at his response before suddenly walking toward him and pulling him into a tight hug.

Amon was caught slightly off guard by the sudden embrace, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I found out what happened to your foster mother," Seraphina whispered softly against his chest. "I’m really glad that both of you are okay now."

Amon’s expression softened.

He tightened his arms around her and remained silent for a while, simply enjoying the warmth of having her beside him.

The events of the previous day had left him more exhausted than he wanted to admit.

Having Seraphina standing there and holding him made some of that tension disappear.

However, after a few seconds, Seraphina suddenly shifted slightly.

She felt something firm pressing against her stomach. Her expression changed into a mischievous smile.

She leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "Not the first thing in the morning, huh?"

Amon immediately released her.

He cleared his throat and looked toward the other side of the room. "That was my phone."

Seraphina stared at him. She then looked at the pocket where his phone was actually located.

A small smile appeared on her face. "Wow, you must have a really big phone~."

Amon ignored the teasing as he quickly changed the subject. "Did you come in training room often?"

Seraphina shook her head. "I have a training room at home."

Amon stared at her for a second.

’Right.’

He always seemed to forget that this woman was filthy rich. Of course she had a private training room at home.

Seraphina walked toward one of the large exercise mats and placed her bag beside it.

She took out a towel before looking back at Amon. "Come help me stretch."

Amon nodded. "Sure."

Seraphina sat down on the mat and extended both legs in front of her.

Amon stepped in front of her and gently took one of her ankles. "Relax your leg."

"I’m relaxed."

"You’re literally tensing your muscles."

Seraphina looked at him with an innocent expression. "I’m trying my best."

Amon nodded and stepped in front of her.

He took one of her legs and gently pushed it back toward her chest, supporting her thigh with both hands.

The position opened her hips and pressed the soft flesh of her inner thigh against his palms.

He let his fingers dig in a little more than necessary, kneading the muscle while he held the stretch.

Seraphina’s breath hitched, but instead of pulling away she relaxed further into his hands.

"Harder is fine," she said quietly.

"I know." Amon slowly eased the pressure before switching to her other leg.

His one hand slide a little higher along the back of her thigh until his fingers brushed the edge of her leggings where they met her ass.

He gave a slow, hard squeeze like he owned it.

Seraphina’s eyes fluttered for a second and a small smile curved her lips.

Amon continued helping her stretch her legs before moving to her arms and shoulders.

He gently pulled one of her arms across her chest and held it there while she rotated her shoulder.

As they continued, Amon remembered something. "By the way, you were at last year’s screening, right?"

Seraphina nodded. "Yeah."

"Can you tell me how the whole thing works?"

Amon helped her switch arms before continuing. "I know it’s a big event, but I’ve never actually saw one from the inside."

Seraphina nodded thoughtfully. "Multiple academies conduct the college screening together, so there are usually more than a thousand students participating."

Amon raised his eyebrows. "More than a thousand?"

"That’s normal." She rotated her shoulder slowly. "The screening has four main parameters. Physical test, Mana test, Combat test, and Potential test."

Amon shifted her into a deeper hip stretch, pressing her knee farther back and letting his palm rest fully on the soft curve of her ass.

He squeezed again, slower this time. Seraphina bit her lower lip but didn’t stop him.

"So what did you get last year?" He asked.

Seraphina smiled proudly. "I topped my batch."

Amon stared at her for a moment.

Amon made a face that clearly said "what a show-off" while his thumb stroked along the underside of her cheek.

Seraphina’s breathing grew a little uneven, but her expression stayed pleased. "You should stand out as much as possible during the screening."

Amon moved behind her for a seated forward stretch, placing both hands on her lower back and slowly pressing her down.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of her leggings just enough to feel bare skin.

He rubbed small circles there while leaning over her. "Why would I need to do that?"

"It will help you get sponsors." Seraphina replied softly. "It will also make it easier for you to create connections with powerful people."

Amon frowned slightly. "Why would I need either of those?"

Seraphina gave him a strange look.

"You need them more than you think." She said like a mother explaining to her child. "If you stand out, people will remember you. Some will want to invest in you, some will want to work with you, and others may want you on their side."

Seraphina paused before continuing. "Those connections can help you in Royal University politics, but they’ll also matter in real life politics."

"Ah, my old nemesis." Amon sighed. "Dealing with human stupidity."

Seraphina chuckled, the sound turning into a quiet hum when his hands slid lower and cupped both cheeks firmly.

She pushed back into his palms instead of pulling away.

After a moment she stood up and walked to her bag, the motion making her ass flex under the tight leggings.

She looked back at him over her shoulder.

"You should also make use of your magic more." She advised him. "You’re very good at both frontal attacks and support."

Amon looked thoughtful. "And what about it?"

"You should use both." Seraphina took a drink of water before continuing. "During the screening, don’t just show them that you can fight. Show them that you’re useful in different situations."

Amon nodded slowly. "So basically, I should show off as much as possible."

"Exactly."

Amon rubbed his chin. "Should I just aura farm?"

Seraphina blinked. "What’s aura farming?"

Amon opened his mouth. He was about to explain the term, but then he stopped himself.

’There’s no way I’m explaining her that without looking stupid.’

"Never mind."

Seraphina stared at him suspiciously. "You’re weird."

"Says the lady with vibrator in her pussy."

Seraphina yanked her bottle at him which he caught easily. Amon looked at his wife for a moment.

He had originally called her here because he wanted to discuss the screening, but another thought suddenly crossed his mind.

"Since you’re already here..."

Seraphina tilted her head. "What?"

Amon smiled. "Do you want to spar?"

Seraphina’s eyes immediately brightened. "A spar?"

"Yeah."

Amon walked toward her and gave back the bottle. "We haven’t actually fought each other before."

Seraphina slowly placed her water bottle back inside her bag as a playful smile appeared on her face. "Are you sure about that?"

Amon raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

Seraphina walked toward him. "Because you might lose."

Amon laughed. "You are funny."

Seraphina stopped a few steps away from him and crossed her arms. "Then let’s make it interesting."

Amon became curious. "What do you have in mind?"

Seraphina smiled. "The loser stays at the bottom for a week."

Amon’s lips twitched. He stared at her for several seconds, trying to understand exactly what she meant.

"Why do you want to be in top now?"

Seraphina shrugged. "It’s nice to see you squirm under me."

"....."

Amon rolled his shoulders and stepped farther into the training area while he threw his phone in his bag.

"Fine." His smile slowly widened. "You are on."