10,000x Rebate System: Every Return Makes Me Stronger

Amon and Seraphina stepped into his room together.

The moment the door closed behind them, a faint look of disappointment crossed Seraphina’s face.

It wasn’t the room; she had already been here before.

She was disappointed because Amon had cleared up the misunderstanding before coming here.

Though that didn’t stop her from sulking like an aged seal.

Amon locked the door and turned to her. "Sit on the bed for now."

Seraphina nodded and walked over.

She slipped off her shoes, set them neatly beside the bed, and climbed onto the mattress.

Because she was wearing a skirt over thin black leggings, the way she settled into a cross-legged position pulled the fabric higher up her thighs.

The soft curve of her legs and the way the skirt rode up made Amon’s gaze linger longer than it should have.

’Damn, she is really a sculpture of beauty...’

Still, he forced himself to look away.

Fighting the sudden heat rising in his body, Amon rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and took several deep breaths to steady himself.

He needed to stay focused.

The Frost Knot was really a problem, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted.

To keep things under control, he decided to start with questions.

"Tell me more about how the cultivation method works," he said, keeping his voice even.

Seraphina hesitated at first, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her skirt.

Then a small, bashful smile curved her lips as a thought clearly crossed her mind.

Without saying anything, she slowly began unbuttoning her white academy shirt.

’...Ah, come on. I am trying to be serious here.’

Amon stared at her speechlessly.

One button after another came undone.

She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall behind her.

That left her in only a delicate lace bra that barely contained her full breasts.

The soft fabric and the way it framed her pale skin made Amon freeze for a long second.

Seraphina noticed his reaction and smiled a little more.

She was clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

"Mana has to flow through specific points depending on the element," she explained in a calm voice, as if nothing unusual was happening.

She lifted one hand and lightly touched her forehead. "For spirit-related cultivation, the energy has to pass through the point here."

Her fingers then moved down and rested just below her throat. "Wind cultivation uses this area."

She continued lower, pressing two fingers gently against the center of her chest, right over her heart. "Fire sits here."

Finally, her hand slid further down and rested on her lower abdomen, just above the waistband of her skirt. "For water and ice... the mana has to gather and circulate from this point. That’s where the Frostheart method concentrates everything."

Every movement was made to force the boy to look at her more.

She kept her eyes on Amon the entire time, watching the way his jaw tightened and the way his gaze kept drifting.

It was obvious she knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.

Amon forced himself to stay professional.

He stepped closer to the bed and placed his right hand flat against her lower abdomen, right where she had indicated.

The cold of her skin under his palm made his fingers twitch once.

"Relax," he said quietly. "I’m going to circulate my mana through and try to guide the excess Frost energy out of the knot."

Seraphina nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Amon closed his own eyes and began drawing on the Frost Monarch Cultivation Method.

Cool mana flowed from his core, down his arm, and into her body through the point under his palm.

At first, the energy met resistance from the dense, icy cluster sitting just beneath her heart and radiating downward.

He carefully wrapped his mana around the abnormal concentration and began guiding it, restructuring the flow the way the complete method required.

For Seraphina, the sensation was far from painful.

The moment his mana entered her, a deep, spreading warmth bloomed low in her abdomen and slowly climbed upward.

It felt like cool silk sliding through her veins, smoothing every tight place and leaving a pleasant, almost tingling pressure in its wake.

Her breathing grew softer.

A faint flush rose across her cheeks and the upper curve of her breasts.

Every time Amon adjusted the flow, a shiver ran through her body, and her thighs pressed together slightly under the skirt.

"Anh~."

She bit her lower lip to keep from making any sound, but small, breathy exhales still escaped her.

The process felt good in a way she couldn’t explain.

The cold knot that had been causing her pain was gradually melting under his control.

The relief mixed with her rising heat that settled between her legs.

Amon kept his focus as best he could, but he could feel the way her body reacted under his hand.

Her abdomen tensed and relaxed in time with the mana circulation, and the soft lace of her bra rose and fell with each deeper breath she took.

After several long minutes, the last of the abnormal Frost Mana finally dispersed.

The knot was gone.

Amon slowly withdrew his hand.

The moment the connection broke, both of them opened their eyes.

The air between them felt heavy.

Seraphina’s blue eyes were slightly glazed, her lips parted, and her chest still rose and fell too quickly.

Amon’s own breathing was uneven. "...This--this won’t happen once you get the other half..."

His scrambling words stopped halfway when Seraphina leaned forward first.

Their mouths crashed together in a hungry, open kiss.

Her hands gripped the front of his shirt while his palms slid up her bare sides and cupped the soft weight of her breasts through the thin lace.

He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, and Seraphina made a small, needy sound against his lips.

The kiss deepened, their tongues sliding together as she pressed closer, almost climbing into his lap.

Before either of them could go further, the door to the room suddenly swung open.

"Amon! How many times do I have to tell you not to make sounds--!!"

Sidney’s voice cut off mid-sentence.

She stood frozen in the doorway, black hair with orange highlights falling over one shoulder, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.

Seraphina, half-undressed on the bed.

Amon’s hands still on her and their faces only inches apart.

Seraphina’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant.

Sidney’s face became equally cold as she stared at the blue-haired girl.

"Amon." They both spoke in unison. "Who is this bitch?"

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