Chapter 45: Nothing Serious

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Nothing Serious

Xavier explained his condition to Nyxara carefully, revealing only as much as he had to Melli and Elena. Nyxara listened intently.

"Such a condition... It’s the first I’ve ever heard of. Nothing like this has ever been recorded in the entire history of the empire," she said.

"Come on, I’m not that special," Xavier replied with a chuckle.

Nyxara remained intrigued. Even men who got aroused by more than one woman rarely exceeded three partners, yet Xavier was already at more than double that number.

"Maybe it’s the result of your unique constitution. I’ve never seen anyone with such pure mana as yours," she said, falling into deep thought.

"Well, you can make up any theories that make sense to you," Xavier answered. "Call me anytime if you want another impregnating session—but no more experiments on my dick!"

He got dressed and left the main building. On his way back to the dorms the sun was beginning to set. As he passed the roundabout with the non-working fountain, his eyes fell on Felicia. She was lying in a small garden near the roundabout, nestled among the flowers, a few small butterflies hovering around her.

There were many gardens throughout the academy, ranging from small to large. Each dorm had its own spacious gardens maintained by workers who lived in small sheds near the back of the garden. This one was among the smaller ones.

Xavier approached. Felicia was half-asleep, eyes closed, her soft, gentle body rubbing languidly against the flowers. Her miniskirt had rolled upward, barely covering her thin panties and the plump curve of her ass. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her smooth belly, a few buttons undone, revealing deep cleavage between her heavy tits.

He laid down beside her and reached over, gently caressing her exposed belly. His fingers rested on the warm, smooth skin, feeling its softness as he stroked up and down, dipping lower toward the waistband of her skirt.

Purrrr

She purred lightly, hands curling near her heavy breasts, fingers shaped like paws.

"You sure are enjoying this, you lazy cat" Xavier murmured in a low voice, bringing his mouth close to her ear.

Recognizing the voice, Felicia’s eyes snapped open.

"Xavier!? What are you doing here? Nyan," she asked, eyes widening at finding him so close, her soft body still pressed against the flowers.

"I was on my way back to my dorm when I saw a naughty lazy cat sleeping in the garden before the sun had even fully set."

"I can do what I want, when I want. Do you have a problem with that? You’re such a bully! Nyan."

Ahnn...

A soft moan escaped her lips as Xavier’s hand slid upward from her belly and cupped one of her heavy breasts. His fingers sank into the fabric of her shirt, stretching over her soft, full breasts.

"I don’t have a problem with anything you do. I was just thinking about continuing your apology. Shall we continue right here?" he asked, fingers pressing deeper into her soft tit.

"No, not here. There are too many students nearby at this time. We might get noticed. It would be very embarrassing for me, Nyan" she said, though her body arched slightly into his touch.

"What’s the point of an apology if you’re not even a little embarrassed?" Xavier replied, returning his hand to her belly and resuming the gentle caress, fingertips brushing the edge of her panties.

Purrrrr

"Please... I beg you, not here," she said. "We can go back to my room. You can touch me however you want there. Nyan "

"All right then. Let’s go."

Xavier had been wanting to visit Thornveil anyway—the next piece of his pendant was hidden somewhere there.

Felicia rose, collected herself, and fixed her clothes, though her shirt still clung tightly to her heavy breasts. She led the way while Xavier walked two steps behind, watching the light, silent steps of her feet. Her movements were a natural catwalk. Her plump ass jiggled softly with each step, the short skirt swaying and occasionally flashing the underside of her cheeks, while her fluffy violet-furred tail swayed left to right in a slow, inviting S-shaped motion.

They reached the doors of Thornveil. Flags hung from the walls—a blooming flower in the center, surrounded by thorny vines. The symbol of the Thornveil dorms.

They were about to climb the stairs from the ground floor when Felicia’s fluffy ears twitched. She heard light, muffled screams coming from the door leading to the basement near the stairs. She changed direction at once, opened the basement door, and descended. Xavier followed closely, not knowing what was happening but judging from the seriousness of her movement that it was important.

The basement was huge, used as storage for unused old sofas, chairs, broken wall clocks, and shelves packed with discarded things.

Felicia and Xavier moved past it all to the far end, where the entire wall was covered in thick vines. In the center, strangled by those vines, was Clara Sinns.

Vines coiled tightly around her entire body—her arms, thick thighs, waist, neck, and mouth—turning her cries into muffled screams. Even her heavy breasts were crushed between the vines, the fabric of her clothes cut open by the thorns. Her pink, swollen tits were fully exposed, soft flesh bulging around the greenery, nipples stiff from the pressure. Her skirt had been sliced deep enough to reveal the plump outline of her pussy, the folds pressed and parted slightly by the tightening vines. Small cut marks covered her skin where the thorns bit deeper as the vines slowly squeezed harder with every struggle.

"Clara, what are you doing here?" Felicia yelled in a worried tone. "Relax, damn it. The more you struggle, the tighter the vines get. Stop fighting them. Nyan"

Clara knew that, but it had completely skipped her mind in the heat of the moment. She tried to relax her body, yet the vines kept clenching tighter around her soft curves. Thorns cut into her skin. A small drop of blood trickled down between her exposed breasts.

"Fuck, it’s not working" Felicia closed her eyes for a second, in the next moment her hair grew more feral, her nails sharpened and elongated. When she opened her eyes again, her pupils were sharp and cat-like. That was her magical beast’s ability.

Xavier readied himself as well, conjuring Miss Incinerator into his hands. They moved in sync, carefully cutting through the vines tangled around Clara’s body. The moment she was freed she fell to her knees, plump ass spilling against the floor, heavy breasts jiggling freely from the sudden drop. Small pieces of severed vine scattered around them, some still clinging to her soft skin.

Felicia returned to normal. Xavier’s sword dissolved into thin golden mana. Clara coughed hard, trying to control her ragged breathing as she gasped for air, her exposed tits rising and falling with each breath.

Haaah... haaah!

Felicia rubbed her back to calm her. "It’s all right now. You’re free. It’s okay. Take a deep breath."

They supported Clara’s weight and helped her back to her room as she walked with trembling steps. Xavier laid her down in her bed, Felicia gave her water to drink. As soon as she calmed down, her exhausted body fell into a deep sleep, soft curves still marked by the vines.

"Just what was that?" Xavier asked Felicia.

"Oh, it’s nothing serious," she said.

’Nothing serious!? It looks like Clara almost died, and she says it’s nothing serious?’