They walked through the academy grounds in relative silence, Silvester moving with his casual gait. The twenty-minute journey to the outer gates felt both eternal and instantaneous—Cale’s mind was too restless to properly track time.
His anticipation was building with each step. A week-long mission away from the academy’s watchful eyes, he could finally test everything he’d learned in combat without worrying about drawing unwanted attention.
With a beauty as a companion at that.
’Hehe, it’s like a date!’ he thought with barely suppressed excitement.
They reached the massive stone gates that marked the academy’s outer boundary. The structure loomed above them, carved with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the fading evening light.
That’s when they saw the figure.
Approximately one hundred meters beyond the gates, standing motionless in the center of the road, was Scythe.
She was waiting for them.
Her long obsidian hair cascaded down her back with violet luminescence, framing a face of sharp, ethereal beauty—pale skin like porcelain, those crimson eyes burning with intensity that made his blood quicken.
The form-fitting black bodysuit clung mercilessly to every curve, ample breasts straining against the fabric, a waist impossibly slim, hips flaring dramatically into a rear that demanded attention.
But the tattoos consumed both arms entirely—elaborate patterns of flowers and thorns interweaving with ancient script, flowing from shoulder to wrist like living shadows, each mark a mystery he desperately wanted to unravel.
As they drew closer to the waiting figure, Cale’s eyes widened involuntarily. The silhouette became clearer, more defined, and recognition crashed over him like a wave.
Yes, it was Rexa herself. He already had guessed it, but just guessing and getting a confirmation are indeed two different things.
His heart hammered against his ribs as he activated his system eye, letting the interface flood his vision with data:
[Name: Rexaline Sinfroste]
[Age: 22]
[Cultivation: Low Master Stage]
[Physique: Violet Shadow Physique - A naturally occurring physique with affinity for Shadow, Wind, and Concealment.
Core trait: movement without presence. Abilities include Shadow Concealment, Swiftstep, Veiled Breath, Phantom Trace]
[Abilities: Earth Slithering | Shadow Increment | Presence Manipulation]
[Techniques: Zephyr’s Core Assassination Technique | Absolute Swift Quicksteps]
[Passive Skills: Detection]
[Spiritual Root: Lightning (Normal) | Shadow (Passive)]
[STR: Lvl.19 | AGL: Lvl.35 | STA: Lvl.22 | INT: Lvl.27 | CHR: Lvl.51]
His breath caught, she was a Low Master Stage. She’d advanced far beyond what he’d anticipated, her agility stat nearly double his own. She was already quite strong, second only to his father and Fiora, but this indeed was a bit shocking. Hell, here he was with a cheat mechanism, and she was still ahead of him.
But none of that mattered now.
What did matter was why she’d kept her identity hidden all this time.
’Sigh, she must have her reasons,’ he thought, pushing the speculation aside.
Silvester stopped abruptly beside him, and Cale glanced back at the old man’s expression.
"What?" Silvester asked with amusement. "Go on, get moving. She’ll brief you on the mission details along the way. I’m sure you two have plenty to catch up on, huh?"
The old man’s hand moved faster than thought, and suddenly a thick, leather-bound tome was sailing through the air toward him. Cale caught it instinctively, his fingers brushing the worn cover as he read the spine.
His eyes snapped toward Silvester. "Why are you giving this to me right now?"
Silvester’s laugh echoed across the courtyard. "Practice the basics while you’re gone. It’s not like you two are going to fail this mission anyway."
For a moment, Cale stood frozen. This lazy, drinking old man actually possessed something resembling a heart. He bowed slightly, and Silvester responded with nothing more than a light smirk before his form dissolved into shadow and vanished entirely.
Cale slipped the book into his spatial ring and took a deep breath, meeting Rexa’s crimson gaze across the distance.
’Fuuu... well, here goes nothing.’
He started walking toward her.
He kept walking forward, his pace steady. Surprisingly, Rexa remained motionless.
’Huh, given her character, isn’t it about time she’d just pounce on me? Well, if she’s grown, guess that’s... alright too,’ he thought with mild amusement.
Finally, they stood face to face.
He had to admit—she’d become even more beautiful than before. And well, ’bigger’ too.
He’d never seen such a perfect combo of muscle and fat. it was both compact and plump and for some reason. The girl had quite the curves, all right.
Even standing still, without any deliberate attempt at seduction, she radiated an almost unbearable appeal. The curves of her body were impossible to ignore—thighs that were literal cushions, a waist that flared into hips that seemed designed specifically to torment him.
’So this is what they meant by sex appeal,’ Cale thought, feeling heat creep up his neck. ’It’s quite troublesome, actually. And I certainly can’t defy the heavens now, can I? Man, now I want to pounce on her...’
There was so much he wanted to say to her—questions about her advancement, her time away, everything that had transpired.
But the first words that escaped his mouth were simple: "How are you? You’re a whole realm above me. Must’ve been rough, huh?"
She didn’t answer.
Rexa pounced like a predator finally catching her prey. Her body collided with his, legs locking around his waist as her arms wrapped around his neck, nails sinking into his back hard enough to draw blood. Her face buried itself against his neck, inhaling deeply as her lips traced upward, leaving dark hickeys in her wake.
’Sigh, some things never change, hehe,’ Cale thought, wrapping his arms around her in return.
He hugged her back, and it didn’t take long for his hands to grab those plump cheeks. Oh! those cheeks. Her pants were pretty tight around her butt, which emphasized its shape in a pleasing way. They made it very clear just how much volume she had in there.
Then she started sobbing.
Cale froze immediately, panic spiking through his chest. "Oi, what happened? Are you hurt?"
"I-it’s been... a long time since I sniffed you," she gasped between tears, her voice trembling. "Haah... haah... Young Master... we’re together now, right? That means you’re mine, right?"
Cale stared at her tear-streaked face, that unhinged grin stretching across her features, and sighed deeply.
’These crazies. Why isn’t there a single normal person around me?’
He could refuse. Should refuse, probably. But the thought of what she might do later on—made him surrender instantly.
"Well... yes. Technically."
"Th-that means I can do anything I want, right?!"
Her eyes gleamed with dangerous anticipation, and Cale suddenly felt like a lamb being eyed by a wolf.
"You do remember we’re on a mission right now, though? Your mission?" he said quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control. "We can do... stuff... but later. Tonight. After we’re done with the day’s work."
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