After they were done settling in, Lira prepared to leave for the academy’s servant quarters. Before she left, Lucas took a moment to give her a few cultivation pointers, making sure she understood how to stabilize her newfound strength.
"You’re improving fast," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
Lira smiled shyly. "Only because Master is guiding me."
Lucas scoffed. "Don’t rely too much on me. Strength is something you have to build yourself."
"I know," she said, nodding.
Before she turned to leave, Lucas leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Lira’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks turning red as she bit her lip to contain her grin. She bowed slightly and hurried out of the room, but not before glancing back one last time with a warm, almost dreamy look on her face.
Lucas watched her go, shaking his head with a smirk before settling down to cultivate. He closed his eyes, steadying his breathing, ready to absorb the Qi around him—
And then came the loud voices.
"Bro, I swear on my life, she was begging for more," Garrett’s voice rang through the room, followed by Cassian’s laughter.
"You expect me to believe that? She’s way out of your league," Cassian teased.
"Nah, you don’t get it. Some girls love a guy with experience. And I gave her the best night of her life."
Lucas’ brows twitched. He tried to ignore them, focusing on his breathing, but their voices only got louder.
"And you should’ve seen her after, man," Garrett continued. "Could barely walk straight. Told me I was the best she ever had—"
"Shut the fuck up," Lucas snapped, his eyes flying open. His voice was low but sharp, cutting through their conversation like a blade.
Cassian and Garrett turned to him, momentarily caught off guard.
Lucas’ gaze was cold. "If you two are gonna sit here talking about your cheap flings, take it somewhere else. I don’t have time for this bullshit. I need to cultivate."
A brief silence filled the room before Cassian shrugged. "Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up."
Garrett held up his hands. "Damn, man. Didn’t know you were so uptight."
Lucas didn’t answer. He just closed his eyes again, shutting them out.
Cassian and Garrett exchanged glances before deciding it wasn’t worth pushing him further.
"Let’s go," Cassian said, grabbing his coat. "We’ll hit the courtyard."
Garrett muttered something under his breath, but he followed. Soon, the door shut behind them, and Lucas was finally left in peace.
With a sigh, he refocused and sank into his cultivation, feeling the energy of the world flow into him once more.
"Focus," he told himself, his breath slow and deep as he pulled the Yin energy he’d taken from Selene into his core. It swirled inside him, rich and wild, buzzing through his meridians like a current he could barely keep a grip on.
She gave me a lot, he thought, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. It wasn’t as pure as Lira’s, sure, but it was plenty strong—enough to push him closer to that next breakthrough.
His hands rested loose on his knees, fingers curling a little, and he let his mind sink deeper, tuning out the faint creaks of the building around him.
Out in the academy courtyard, though, things were a lot less quiet. Selene and Nana were sprawled out under one of the big, sprawling trees near the training grounds, the late afternoon sun filtering through the leaves and dappling the grass around them.
The air was warm, a soft breeze rustling the branches, and Selene was leaning back against the trunk, her legs stretched out in front of her, a lazy grin plastered across her face. Nana sat cross-legged beside her, picking at a blade of grass, her busty chest heaving a little every time she shifted.
They’d been chatting about nothing much—some gossip about a clumsy adept who’d tripped over his own sword in practice—when Selene’s grin turned sly, her eyes glinting with something wicked.
"Girl, let me tell you," Selene started, her voice low and thick with smugness, "the way he fucked me... oh my God, Nana, I can’t even explain it. My pussy’s still sore, like, real bad. He didn’t hold back—not one bit—and I loved every damn second of it." She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a little groan like she was still feeling it, her thick thighs pressing together under her skirt. "I mean, I knew he was good, right? But this? This was something else. He had me screaming, Nana—screaming like some wild animal. I didn’t even know I could make those kinds of noises."
Nana’s eyes widened, her fingers pausing on the grass she’d been twirling. "Wait, hold up," she said, leaning in a little, her voice dropping like they were sharing some big secret. "You mean Xavier? Like, our Xavier? The one who’s always got that smug look on his face? He did that to you?"
Her chest heaved harder now, her big boobs straining against the tight fabric of her tunic, and she couldn��t help it—she was picturing it, imagining him grabbing Selene, throwing her down, doing all the things she was saying.
"Gods, why wasn’t that me?" she thought, a hot flush creeping up her neck. She’d always thought Xavier was hot, sure—those sharp eyes, that hard jaw—but hearing this? It was stirring something up in her, something jealous and needy all at once.
Selene laughed, a loud, throaty sound that bounced off the tree trunk. "Yeah, girl, that Xavier. Who else? He’s got this... this energy, you know? Like he knows exactly what he’s doing. We were in the bath, water splashing everywhere, and he just... took me. Bent me over the bed after, pounded me so hard I thought I’d break in half."
"And his dick—Nana, I swear, it’s bigger than I remembered. I could barely fit it in my mouth, let alone anywhere else." She fanned herself with one hand, grinning like she’d won some prize.
"I was begging him, legit begging, and he didn’t even flinch—just kept going like it was nothing. Left me sore as hell, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat."
Nana’s mouth dropped open a little, her grass forgotten as it slipped from her fingers. "You’re kidding me," she said, her voice a mix of awe and envy. "I mean, I’ve seen him around, all serious and broody, but... damn, Selene. That’s wild. You’re saying he’s that good?"
She shifted on the grass, her hips wiggling a bit, and her boobs bounced with the movement, drawing Selene’s eye for a second. Nana didn’t notice—she was too busy imagining Lucas’s hands on her, squeezing her chest, making her scream like Selene had.
"I’d kill to feel that," she thought, her breath catching a little. "What’d he do to make you scream like that? Come on, spill it—I need details."
Selene smirked, loving how hooked Nana was, and leaned closer, "He’s got this... this power. He sucked my tits while he was fucking me, had me pinned in that tub, then flipped me around on the bed like I weighed nothing. Thrust so hard my ass was slapping against him, loud as hell. I was swearing, yelling, everything—I couldn’t stop myself. And just when I was about to lose it, he pulled out, left me hanging. Bastard didn’t even let me finish, but it was still the best I’ve ever had."
She sighed, a little dramatic, and rubbed her thighs together, still feeling the ache. "I’m telling you, Nana, he’s unreal."
Nana groaned, flopping back onto the grass, her arms splayed out. "Ugh, why does it have to be you? I’m sitting here, jealous as hell, picturing him grabbing me instead. Those hands of his—I bet they’re rough, right? And my boobs..." She cupped them through her tunic, squeezing a little, her breath hitching. "I’d love him to handle these, suck ’em like he did yours."
"You’re killing me, Selene. I’ve been stuck with these clumsy idiots around here, and you’re out there getting fucked like that?" She rolled her head to look at her friend, her eyes narrow but playful. "You’re a lucky bitch, you know that?"
Selene laughed again, tossing a twig at Nana’s chest. "Oh, I know. But he’s mad at me still—didn’t even talk to me after, just walked out. I had to finish myself off, and it wasn’t even close to what he did."
You want him? No, he’s mine only," She winked, stretching out beside Nana, the grass cool against her back. Nana just groaned again, her boobs heaving with every breath, her mind stuck on Lucas, wishing she’d been the one under that tree with him instead.
"Maybe I’ll get my chance," she thought, envious and restless, her fingers twitching like she could already feel him on her skin.