Chapter 60: I Totally Agree

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: I Totally Agree

Elena turned around to see the door that had just vanished into the mirror was now protruding from the opposite wall—physical again, and missing its knob.

"The door without a knob," she murmured under her breath.

She walked to the door, screwed on the knob, and opened it. The door slid open backwards, revealing a room that was completely flipped from the gathering room they had just left. Everything—from the alignment of the sofas to the games and the decorations—was reversed. This room had no door leading to the hallway; it was the end of it.

"I can’t believe such a thing was hidden behind the mirror room," Arabelle said, surprised.

Elena didn’t waste a second using the diary again, looking around, but once more the diary showed nothing useful.

"Looks like the rest is up to us," Xavier said as all three of them began searching the room—just a flipped version of the gathering room in the Silverkeep dorm.

"Arabelle, you must have spent some time in the gathering room. Do you notice something odd?" Xavier asked.

"I’m looking with you, aren’t I?" Arabelle replied, glancing at him. Her eyes then fell on the painting hanging on the wall just behind him.

"That!" she said, pointing. Xavier turned to look. "This is exactly the same. What I mean is, this painting isn’t flipped like everything else here."

Elena took the painting off the wall for a closer look, revealing an empty recess behind it where another one of those boxes rested.

"It was here the whole time," Xavier said, taking it out.

It had no lock. He tried to open it, but it didn’t budge.

"Try the other way," Arabelle said.

"What do you mean, the other way?" Elena asked.

"I mean it should be flipped, right? So try opening it from the side of its hinges."

Xavier didn’t question it. He simply tried opening the box the other way. The hinges offered no resistance; the box opened, the hinges sliding free with the lid.

Elena quickly picked up the semicircle resting inside with no ceremony. At the same time Xavier took out his pendant. The semicircle in Elena’s hand snapped into place against the piece hanging around his neck, completing the pendant. The finished pendant looked like a disc of concentric metal rings nested within each other, intricate patterns engraved across its surface.

"It’s complete," Elena cheered, smiling. "But what is it?" Arabelle asked.

Xavier held the pendant in his hand. "Is this the treasure?" He raised an eyebrow. "It doesn’t look like one to me."

"Do you feel something different? Any energy, any power-up?" Elena asked.

"No, Nothing. I feel completely normal," Xavier replied.

"Don’t tell me it’s another clue," Elena said, holding up the diary again. She focused on the complete structure of the pendant and opened its pages.

Four winds may wander, stars may die,

Wish but the place, watch it turn by.

"It’s a compass," Xavier said the moment he read the lines, which to him barely even looked like a riddle.

"How can you be so sure?" Arabelle asked.

"Yeah, and if you’re so sure, would you explain to me how a star can die?" Elena added.

To Xavier it was simple. Four winds reflected the four directions, and from his previous life he knew stars could die and that the earliest compasses had been made to follow them. He only wondered how the Founder—the first emperor who had written the diary himself—could have known.

Xavier explained as best he could without revealing too much.

"How do we actually use this compass?" he asked, holding the disc pendant.

"Try the same way as the diary. Think about the place and channel some of your mana into it," Elena said.

Xavier tried. The pendant didn’t respond. The intricate engravings were clearly some kind of enchantment pattern—he knew that much—but simply supplying mana did nothing.

"We’ll have to look into it. Go through the books in the library until we find something useful," Elena said.

"Yeah, but that will have to wait. Tomorrow is the weekend. After that we’re going straight into the Red Forest," he answered.

They were about to leave the room and return to the dorm—to Silverkeep’s normal gathering room—when Arabelle suddenly dropped to her knees.

Her hands rested on her thick thighs. Heavy breasts rose and fell with each slow breath. Mouth wide open. Tongue hanging from her soft, plump lips. Eyes looking up at Xavier with clear anticipation.

Ahhn...

Elena only looked at Xavier with confusion, her eyes clearly asking, *What’s going on?*

"Arabelle, what are you doing?" Xavier finally asked, his gaze still lingering on her obscene pose.

"I don’t know when I’m going to see you again because of this expedition. We’re all alone in this room—this secret hidden room—so we don’t even need to hold back our moans," Arabelle replied, her voice sensual and sweet, inviting.

Mmm...

Without a word, Elena left Xavier’s side and knelt beside Arabelle in the same pose.

"I totally agree," she said, opening her mouth just as wide as Arabelle’s.

Nnh...

Blood rushed into Xavier’s pants. His dick hardened at the sight of the two beautiful women with their soft, delicate bodies kneeling in front of him.

Tongues hanging low and wet from their wide-open mouths. Soft plump lips parted. Inviting eyes fixed on him with open anticipation.

Xavier dropped his pants to the floor, revealing his rock-hard, veined, bulging cock.

Both pussies in the room started leaking the moment the huge dick entered their vision, wetting their panties clinging tightly to their asses.

Their hearts raced as Xavier stepped toward them. Each of them hoping to be chosen first but neither knew whose mouth he would thrust into first.

He stood in the center, his dick between their faces.

Arabelle moved first.

She pressed her nose against his long shaft and took deep whiffs of the thick manly musk she loved so much.

Mmmph... ahhn...

Elena had never done this—never smelled Xavier’s cock so desperately—but with Arabelle right in front of her, enjoying it so intensely, she wanted to try it too.

She moved her face closer to his long, fat cock, her nose against the thick veins, and drew in a deep breath.

The pleasant heavy musk flooded her nose, fogging her mind as something tightened low in her chest.

Nnh... ohh...

"This is intoxicating."

Ahhn... mmm...