Chapter 86: Sit On My Face

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Sit On My Face

The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

"Were you two in a romantic relationship?"

He wanted to make Milfias his woman, but if his father had been involved with her, he would not even dream of it.

"Who, me and Akron? Haha—there is no way that man would ever have eyes for anyone other than your mother," Milfias replied.

"Let’s take this somewhere more casual," she said, rising from her seat. Her huge, heavy breasts bounced once before settling as she stood. Xavier noticed she was not wearing the cape she usually kept on her back. She walked toward the sofas and gestured for him to follow, but he remained frozen, staring in disbelief at what his eyes were seeing.

Milfias wore the same tight black leather corset she always did, yet without the cape Xavier was seeing her from behind for the first time. The corset left the small of her back and her full, enormous, round ass completely exposed. The heavy cheeks dragged against each other with every step; her hips swayed and jiggled each time a heel struck the floor. Xavier swallowed hard at the sight of those massive mounds defying gravity.

Milfias slowly lowered herself onto the sofa. Her gigantic ass spilled outward as it sank into the soft cushion. Xavier wondered whether this was what Freya had meant when she said the dean lacked common sense. Did Milfias not realize her entire backside was on full display?

"Why are you still standing there? Come sit," she said, gesturing to the sofa opposite her.

Xavier moved at once and sank into the luxurious seat. The cushions were soft, yet he found himself wondering whether the sofa’s cushion or the jelly-like spill of her huge ass, which would be softer?

"Tell me, Xavier—what exactly happened in the Red Forest?" Milfias asked, crossing one leg over the other so that her thick thighs pressed together.

Xavier recounted everything in detail, how many demons he had fought, what they had said, how Tharwok had absorbed the blood of the fallen, and how they had been trying to deliver a message to their allies. Milfias listened intently, her expression serious, as though she were thinking about something more vast.

"Do you have the message on you?" she asked.

Xavier took the scroll from his belt pouch—the one he had snatched from Tharwok—and handed it over. He had tried to read it himself, but it was written in an archaic language he did not understand, and he had not had time to research it in the library.

Milfias leaned forward slightly to take the scroll. Her heavy, gigantic tits shifted under their own weight before settling again as she leaned back.

"Oh, I see," she murmured, unrolling the parchment and reading.

"Do you understand it?" Xavier asked.

"This is the ancient demonic tongue. Studying it is strictly forbidden under imperial law, save for a few exceptions—myself included," she said.

"Would it be all right for me to know what it says?" Xavier asked politely.

"Perhaps I will tell you if you stop being so formal and simply call me Auntie," Milfias replied, folding the scroll.

Xavier realized she was not joking. He braced himself.

"Auntie... would you please tell me what’s written there?"

"It says to find the Harvester’s Signet," she answered.

"The Harvester’s Signet?"

"It is an artifact that once belonged to one of the heroes who fought in the Great Demonic War. It is also rumored to be one of the treasures hidden somewhere in the academy."

"Auntie, do the treasures actually exist?" Xavier asked.

"I cannot say for certain. But you should not go looking for them, or you will find yourself tangled in something far more dangerous."

"By ’something more dangerous,’ do you mean Professor Orren’s faction?" he asked.

Milfias looked genuinely surprised. "You already know about the factions?"

Xavier told her everything he had learned about the three factions and the relationships between them.

"If you are already that involved, there is no point in hiding things. Yes—the treasures are real. And yes—Professor Orren’s faction is the one hunting them," Milfias said. "We know Orren is in contact with the demons, but we have no solid proof. Even the scroll you recovered does not specify who the message is meant for. Now that you understand the danger, please stay out of it."

"Auntie, I cannot simply sit back while demons try to take over the academy. I will be spending the next five years here. Even if you ask me to ignore it, I cannot."

Xavier stood. "Auntie, please let me join your faction."

Looking at the determined expression on his face, Milfias knew there was no convincing him otherwise. In her eyes he was a talented student of great potential—already at the third level as a freshman. He would be a valuable asset. More importantly, he was the son of her dear friend. The safest way to protect him was to keep him close.

"All right. Where do you want me to put the mark?" she asked.

Xavier held out his left hand, indicating the back of it. Milfias tapped the skin twice with her fingertip. A magical circle appeared, condensed into the shape of a snowflake, then vanished.

"There. It will remain hidden unless you call for it. This marks you as a member of my faction and will also notify you of any secret meetings and their locations."

"Thank you, Auntie. I will not disappoint you."

"Now that this matter is settled, let us discuss your reward," she said.

"My reward? For what?"

"You dealt with four demons on your own and were fighting a fifth that was clearly stronger than you. Had you not intervened, they might have taken the other students by surprise and caused serious harm. In a sense you saved your entire group. A reward is only proper."

"I see , so how does it work?"

"Usually, an achievement of this level earns any single artifact of your choice from the academy vault. But if you have a more specific request, I can arrange that as well."

Xavier sat back down and considered. What did he need most right now?

He looked up at Milfias with a completely serious expression.

"Auntie... there is something I desperately want."

"Do tell. What is it?"

"I want you to sit on my face."

"What?" she asked, clearly bewildered.

"I want to know how it feels to be crushed under the weight of your heavy ass."