Chapter 57: I Am Worried

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: I Am Worried

"Did I just do that?"

Xavier stared in astonishment at the power of the slash. A few leaves on the nearby trees were already catching fire.

A moment later a stream of water arced through the air and doused every burning leaf. Xavier turned toward the source.

"I don’t care what year you’re from or what rank you are. If you’re trying to burn my garden, I will report you to the dorm supervisor."

The voice was sweet and mature, edged with annoyance. A beautiful woman stood there—mature face, deep black eyes, long flowing black hair. She wore only gumboots, brown overalls, and gardening gloves. Everything the overalls failed to cover was fully exposed: the smooth line of her bare back, the soft sides of her torso, the deep cleavage between her heavy breasts, smooth fair shoulders, and milky skin. Dry soil clung to her arms as if she had just come from working the flower beds.

Her heavy breasts swayed inside the overalls as she strode toward him, fists planted on her hips.

"I’m Xavier Drakenfell, rank 2 of the freshmen," he introduced himself politely.

"I don’t care if you’re a Drakenfell or not. I am the keeper of these gardens. If you continue to make a mess of them, I will have you suspended." Her voice stayed sweet and mature, but the irritation remained.

"I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention. It happened involuntarily. I’ll be careful."

"Be careful somewhere else."

Xavier bowed slightly and started to leave, but his eyes lingered on the exposed skin—milky and smooth—her beautiful black eyes, and her soft, plump lips with their delicate sheen and tempting pout.

"These gardens are really beautiful. Do you take care of them all alone?" he asked, reluctant to go.

"Yes. For this whole year the Emberfell Gardens are my responsibility."

"It must be hard to keep all these flowers perfect."

"It’s a bit tough, but I like doing it. It’s my job, after all."

"My mother used to say, ’To maintain a beautiful garden you need a beautiful soul.’ Looking at you, I can see her words were true."

"Fu fu fu... why, thank you."

"May I ask your name?"

"Rosalie Hayes." Her plump lips curved into a small smile.

"Rosalie, would it be all right if I came here from time to time to practice my sword? I promise I won’t start any more fires or hurt any of your flowers."

She hesitated. "If you can promise not to damage the trees or the flowers, I suppose it’s all right. If you do any damage I’ll know instantly—I live in the sheds nearby."

"Of course. Thank you, Rosalie."

She turned and walked away. Xavier watched the smooth line of her bare back, the narrow waist fully revealed, the overalls doing almost nothing to cover her plump hips. He could nearly see the cleft of her ass as her hips swayed with each step until she disappeared among the trees.

Xavier practiced a little longer, running through the stances of Supernova Form without pouring any mana into the blade.

"It’s useless if you keep training without using mana," Miss Incinerator said.

"It’s fine. Now that I’ve felt it once I can do it again anytime. Besides, if I damage the garden I’ll be kicked out."

When he finished, he returned Miss Incinerator to the sword realm and headed back to the dorm.

On the third floor he decided to see Elena and tell her about the pendant piece he had found in Thornveil. Upon reaching her door, he didn’t knock—he simply walked in.

Her room was covered in supplies and scattered tools. Elena stood beside the bed with a huge bag and a list in her hands. Her cute face was a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and anxiety. She was clearly struggling to pack for the wilderness survival lesson.

Xavier could hardly believe the rank-one freshman—supposedly a genius—was having this much trouble with simple packing. She was so absorbed she hadn’t even noticed him enter.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"Of course you are. I’m not even halfway down the list and I can’t find the compass. It has to be somewhere around here."

Her eyes swept the room and finally landed on him. "Oh—Xavier. When did you get here?"

He closed the distance, took the list from her hands, guided her to the sofa, and sat beside her, one arm settling around her back.

"Relax. It’s just packing. How about I help you with it?"

Elena’s tension eased a little. "I’d appreciate that a lot."

"But first..."

Xavier sealed her glossy black gothic lips in a tight, heated kiss.

Mmm...

One hand rested on the small of her back.

The other pressed against her thick thighs.

She returned the kiss with equal intensity, her hands resting on his forearm.

Nnh... ahhn...

"Xavier, we don’t have time for this. I need to finish packing as soon as possible," she said, breaking the kiss.

"We still have all of tomorrow, and I already said I’d help you."

He took her mouth again.

His tongue pushed past her lips to claim her wet tongue.

Mmmph... ohh...

Elena didn’t resist.

She pulled him down as she lay back on the sofa, legs wrapping around his waist and locking behind him.

She knew they were going to end up doing this anyway—why waste time worrying?

She stripped off his clothes while he pulled her top free, revealing the heavy breasts he loved so much.

He left her lips and lowered his mouth to her tits.

Licking.

Sucking the perfect pink nipples.

Ahh... nnnh...

His hands massaged and gently squeezed the soft flesh yielding under his fingers.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced under his mouth as his wet tongue rubbed over the hard peaks of her nipples.

Mmm... aahhn... ohh...

Elena’s hands cradled his head, fingers sliding through his hair as she enjoyed the pleasure of having her tits thoroughly sucked.

Mmm... ahhn...

"Xavier... I’m worried," she breathed between soft, broken moans.

Rosalie’s uncensored art is available on my discord: .gg/46RzQWVvsR