Chapter 90: Looking For Something?

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Looking For Something?

Milfias had thought that when he said he wanted to fuck her ass forever he was simply speaking in the heat of the moment. Now she realized he was serious.

"But, honey... I’m an old woman," she said.

"Have you looked in a mirror? Your skin is as smooth as a newborn’s," he answered.

"I use mana for that."

"It doesn’t matter to me. You’re an incredibly beautiful woman, and I want to make you mine."

"But you’re just a freshman student, while I’m a seventh-level expert—an Imperial Archmage."

"Those things shouldn’t matter between a man and a woman. My dick throbs for you regardless. It would still throb for you even if you were a Nullborn."

Nullborns were people born with a constitution that could neither reserve nor utilize even a drop of mana. They made up nearly twenty percent of the population.

Everything Milfias had achieved since leaving her village—the favor of nobles, the respect of the imperial family, the authority to rule the Imperial Academy—had come from her own strength. Hearing Xavier say he would still want her even if she were powerless made something tighten deep in her chest.

Ahh...

"I’m aware of your condition," she said. "If all you want is to satisfy your sexual needs with a fat ass, there are countless women throughout the academy. Even some of the professors. You could have any of them, and they would happily bend over and present themselves for a cock like yours. So why do you insist on making me your woman?"

Xavier was her friend’s son. She had ordered some of the professors to keep an eye on him and report anything important. Lilith and Nyxara had already informed her that both of them were sexually involved with him. She had been taken aback at the time, but had not thought too deeply about it. Men capable of handling more than one woman appeared once or twice a century but even those men rarely exceeded three partners in a lifetime.

"None of that matters," Xavier said, looking straight into her silver-gray eyes. "I want you because you are you. I love you, and how I feel about you won’t change no matter how many other women I fuck."

"I don’t know if you’re overly ambitious or simply greedy," she replied.

That was not the answer he wanted. He stayed silent, watching her face, waiting for something real. She saw the determination in his eyes. Her gaze dropped a little lower and landed on his cock—still hard, long, thick and veiny. The swollen pink head twitching and leaking precum in open expectation.

Ahh... she sighed

"I can’t decide right now," she said at last, crossing her arms beneath the heavy undersides of her huge breasts. "But I will consider it. For now, I’ve given you your reward. You should go back."

It was a positive response. A smile curved Xavier’s lip.

"How much time do you think you’ll need?"

Milfias thought about it when she felt the thick cum still sliding down the curve of her ass and dripping along her thighs. She would have to clean that massive ass thoroughly. The thought annoyed her a little.

"I’ll take as much time as I need," she answered in a slightly irritated tone—and snapped her fingers.

Xavier vanished, reappearing instantly on the ground floor with his trousers still hanging around his knees.

Alone in her office, Milfias swiped a finger across the round curve of her hip, collecting some of the sticky seed on her fingertips. She brought it to her face and inhaled. Surprise flickered across her face as the sweet scent filled her nostrils. She slipped the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

Mmm... ahh...

A soft smile curved her plump cherry lips as she savored the pleasant taste.

"I might not need to think about it too much," she murmured to herself, giggling quietly.

The next morning Xavier trained with his sword in the gardens while the rest of his class attended the mana-control lecture he was exempt from. He would be joining the fourth-years once they returned from the Red Forest; until then the mornings were his own.

He practiced in the same clearing behind the Emberfell dorms where he had trained the previous week—behind the luxurious garden, in the open space between the trees. Miss Incinerator rested in his hands as he worked through the forms of the Supernova Sword Art without channeling mana, careful not to scorch the trees the way he had last time.

He stopped when he heard movement from a nearby bush.

Letting the sword return to its realm, he approached the noise. Parting the thick foliage, he moved deeper toward the source. Another dense bush gave way under his hands, and he found himself staring at the backside of a woman kneeling on the ground. She wore nothing but brown overalls that left her shoulders and the full length of her arched back bare. Her face was buried in another thicket while her hands searched for something.

"Ohh, where did I lose my hand trowel?" a sweet voice murmured to herself.

Xavier’s eyes settled on the huge, protruding mounds right in front of him—full, round, heavy curves of ass covered only by the thin fabric of the overalls. Between her legs the material clung deeply into the cleft of her hips, outlining the plump, swollen shape of her pussy as the cloth sank into the soft folds.

A branch snapped beneath his foot. The woman jerked her head free of the bushes and spun around.

"Oh—it’s you. The student from before. What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was practicing my sword when I heard noises, so I came to check. Are you looking for something?" Xavier asked.

It was Rosalie, the head gardener of the Emberfell dorms—the same woman who had given him permission to practice here the previous week.

"Yes. I lost my hand trowel. It’s a small gardening tool for planting seeds or digging out roots," she explained.

"Let me help."

Xavier activated Zuzu’s power. Lightning crackled across his body as he leapt onto a high branch of a nearby tree. Sharpening his vision, he scanned the surrounding bushes and undergrowth until he spotted a small piece of metal with a wooden handle. He dropped down, retrieved it, and returned to her.

"Is this what you were looking for?" he asked, holding it out.

"Yes! That’s exactly it. I’ve been searching everywhere. Thank you so much umm..., What was your name again?"

"Xavier. I’m a freshman."

"Right—Xavier. Thank you, Xavier. You’re incredibly helpful." Her eyes lingered on the thick muscles of his biceps and the defined chest visible through the light, sweat-damp fabric of his shirt.

"Ahn... You look tired," she said in that same sweet voice, leaning forward just enough for her soft breasts to jiggle once inside the loose neckline of her overalls. "Would you like to have some tea with me and rest for a while?"