Those words broke the last thread of Ashan's control.
He kissed her again, harder this time, devouring her lips as his hand finally slipped beneath the waistband of her pants. Slick, burning heat greeted his fingers at once. Slowly, he stroked through her wet folds, coating them in her arousal before circling her entrance with teasing care.
One finger slid inside her, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. A second finger joined, stretching her gently as he began a steady rhythm. His thumb kept drawing slow, slick circles over her swollen clit.
Narasha trembled violently in his arms. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers while pleasure built higher and higher. Soft, rhythmic cries spilled against his shoulder. Her sharp nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails.
Ashan's own arousal throbbed painfully inside his pants, thick and leaking against the fabric. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, fighting the strong urge to strip them both bare and take her right there.
'Not here,' he told himself firmly. 'Not when a single sound could ruin everything.'
Still holding her close, Ashan unzipped the front of her upper suit. The fabric fell open, revealing her crimson bra and the stunning breasts it held.
Without stopping, he kissed along her right collarbone, moving lower until he reached her chest. He unclasped her bra, letting it drop away, then took one soft nipple into his mouth and began to suck gently, giving her slow, sensual pleasure.
Narasha's breath hitched. "Why are you suddenly sucking my breasts?" she whispered. "I've noticed… you're obsessed with them."
Ashan hugged her tighter and rubbed his face lovingly between her soft, full breasts, a small smirk on his lips.
"Yes, you're right," he murmured against her skin. "I'm addicted. They're massive, perfectly curved, so soft and beautiful. Every time I touch them, my heart races. I wish I could hold them forever."
Narasha tried to hide her feelings, but her face turned a deep, extra crimson.
"You really are a pervert, aren't you?" she breathed.
Ashan's eyes flashed with heat. "Oho… you're still calling me that? It seems you haven't learned your lesson from last time."
Narasha smirked, narrowing her eyes as she dragged her sharp nails slowly down his back. "I dare you to do anything funny. It won't be the same as last time."
Ashan gently pinched her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. "It doesn't matter now," he said softly. "Because I already got what I wanted."
Narasha looked puzzled. "You got what you want? I don't understand…"
Ashan took a deep breath, his own cheeks turning red. "Now I smell like you, don't I?"
Narasha was speechless for a moment. "You…"
Before she could say more, Ashan removed his own upper clothes completely. He pulled her bare chest flush against his and rubbed her full breasts slowly against his skin.
"You see," he continued, voice warm and sincere, "I also don't like smelling like other women. Because I've gone crazy for someone's fragrance." He kissed the corner of her mouth gently.
"And the best part? That same person is sitting on my lap right now, letting me worship her breasts while she falls apart in my arms."
Narasha didn't speak. She simply stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment, lingering jealousy, and soft affection.
Ashan smiled and brushed his lips against hers once more.
"From now on," he whispered, "whenever I catch a strange smell on my body, I'll come straight to you. I'll hold you like this and remind you exactly who I belong to." His voice grew tender. "So don't feel bad, Narasha. No one can ever take your place."
…
The next morning unfolded like any other, yet beneath that surface of normalcy, something subtle lingered in the air; something Ashan couldn't quite name.
As he made his way toward the training grounds alongside Zevi, the two walking at an easy pace while the usual sounds of sparring, clashing steel, and distant chatter gradually grew louder with each step.
The moment they stepped onto the field, Lunara, who had already been waiting, immediately spotted them and raised her hand, her expression noticeably brighter than usual as she called out,
"Ashan, come here. I have a message for you."
Her tone carried a hint of importance, enough to make both of them react.
Ashan and Zevi exchanged a brief glance before walking toward her together, their curiosity already stirred.
"Instructor, what's the matter?" Ashan asked calmly, though his eyes sharpened slightly, instinctively picking up on the shift in her demeanor.
Lunara folded her arms lightly, her posture relaxed but her words precise.
"I received a call from the headmistress this morning," she said, pausing just enough for the weight of that statement to settle.
"She's asking for you specifically. It might take some time, so you'll be missing today's session… but don't worry."
A faint, confident smile appeared on her lips.
"I'll personally teach you everything you miss."
Zevi's reaction was immediate.
A slow grin spread across his face as he leaned slightly toward Ashan, elbow nudging him with barely concealed amusement.
"Personal training, huh…" he muttered, dragging the words out with deliberate exaggeration before letting out a quiet chuckle. "Man, I'm actually jealous."
His eyes narrowed playfully.
"But seriously.. why's the headmistress calling you? You hiding something from me?"
Ashan frowned slightly, his thoughts turning inward as he tried to recall anything that could explain this.
"…I don't have a clue," he admitted after a brief pause, his tone honest but thoughtful. "Nothing comes to mind."
Then, with a small exhale, he straightened.
"But I'll find out soon enough."
He turned slightly, already preparing to leave.
"I'll go for now. Catch you later."
Zevi waved him off lazily.
"Yeah, don't take too long. Wouldn't want you missing your special lesson."
Ashan ignored that last part and walked away, though the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips suggested he hadn't missed the jab.
…
Leaving the training grounds behind, Ashan made his way toward the administrative wing, the atmosphere gradually shifting from the lively energy of students to a quieter, more refined calm that surrounded Maren's office.
When he arrived, he informed the secretary of his presence, standing patiently as she nodded and stepped inside.
Left alone in the hallway, Ashan's gaze drifted slightly, his thoughts beginning to churn.
'What could this be about…?'
A faint unease crept into his mind; not fear, but anticipation.
'I have a bad feeling… like something is about to shift.'
The door opened again.
"You may go in now," the secretary said politely.
Ashan nodded once.
"Thank you."
Then he stepped inside.
The moment he entered, the difference struck him immediately.
Unlike the last time, where the atmosphere had felt heavy and suffocating, the room now carried a calm, almost pleasant vibe, as though the tension itself had been deliberately erased.
The space was neatly arranged, warm light filtering in softly, and directly in front of Maren's desk sat a refined green sofa, positioned to face her.
Maren herself was seated as usual, composed and dignified; but the moment her eyes landed on Ashan, her expression softened into a welcoming smile.
"Student Ashan, good morning," she greeted warmly. "Did I interrupt your training?"
Ashan stepped forward and stopped at a respectful distance, clasping his hands behind his back as he gave a slight bow.
"Not at all, madam. It's an honor to be called."
His tone was calm, controlled.
"May I know the reason?"
But before Maren could respond,
Ashan's attention shifted.
There was someone else in the room.
A woman sat on the sofa, her back facing him as she calmly sipped tea, her posture elegant and composed, every movement carrying a quiet confidence that immediately set her apart, while a black coat rested neatly beside her.
Ashan's eyes narrowed slightly.
'A guest…?'
'Who is she?'
Maren followed his gaze and turned toward the woman.
"Lia," she said, her tone light but purposeful, "this is the one I mentioned earlier."
A brief pause.
"How is he?"
The woman, Lia, slowly turned.
And the moment Ashan saw her face,
His composure cracked.
'…What?'
His eyes widened, just slightly, but enough.
'She…? How is she here?'
Recognition hit him instantly, sharp and undeniable, and for a brief moment, his thoughts stalled completely.
But Lia,
Lia simply smiled.
Warm.
Bright.
Almost playful.
"Oh?" she said, her eyes lighting up as she looked him over without restraint. "He's handsome… and he looks like a good kid too."
Before Ashan could even process that,
She moved.
Fast.
In the next instant, she was right in front of him, her earlier elegance replaced by an almost curious enthusiasm as she reached out and touched his grey cloak, her fingers brushing over the fabric as her eyes gleamed with interest.
"Woah… what is this?" she murmured, clearly impressed. "Is this some kind of new style?"
She leaned closer, inspecting it from different angles.
"It's so unique… and honestly, really cool."
Ashan stood there, completely thrown off, his usual composure struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in pace.
Maren let out a small, awkward laugh from behind her desk.
"Ah… you like it?" she said, glancing between them. "It looks a bit unusual to me, but I'm glad someone appreciates it."
Lia suddenly turned back toward Maren, her expression shifting into curiosity.
"Wait… he's allowed to wear this?" she asked. "Don't students have uniforms based on their specialties?"
Maren nodded.
"Didn't I mention it earlier? He won the beginner duels. As a reward, he was granted permission to design his own uniform."
"Ahh, I see…"
Lia turned back to Ashan, her smile returning instantly, as if the previous topic had already been discarded.
"Well then," she said brightly, "you've got great taste."
She leaned in slightly.
"Can you design one for me too?"
Ashan opened his mouth,
But nothing came out.
For once, he was genuinely confused.
"…I.."
Before he could respond,
"Ahem."
Maren cleared her throat, trying to regain control of the conversation.
"Lia, did you forget why we.."
But she never got to finish.
Because suddenly,
A sharp, jarring sound cut through the room.
"KRRRAAAK…!"
All attention snapped toward the sofa.
A macaw parrot that had been lying there quietly suddenly jolted awake, its vibrant blue feathers flaring out as it shot upright, its entire body trembling as its gaze locked onto Ashan.
And then,
It screamed.
"FUCKING HELL…! THAT HUMAN IS A WALKING DISASTER! WHICH IDIOT BROUGHT HIM HERE?! I'M GONNA DIE… WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
The room froze.
Completely.
Lia's expression darkened instantly as she whipped her head toward the bird.
"Nori! What are you saying?!" she snapped, clearly irritated. "Have you lost your mind?!"
But Nori wasn't listening.
Its eyes remained fixed on Ashan, filled with pure, unfiltered terror.
Because what it sensed wasn't normal.
It was the overwhelming mass of cursed energy and chakra buried deep within him, restrained but immense, like a sealed ocean threatening to burst free at any moment.
To the parrot, it felt like standing in front of death itself.
"You crazy people…!"
"If you want to die, do it alone! I'm not staying here! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE… MOTHER…!"
The scream didn't just echo,
It ripped through the room.
For a split second, everything froze, as if even the air itself had recoiled from the sheer, unfiltered terror packed into that voice.
Then chaos erupted.
Nori's wings snapped open violently, feathers flaring in every direction as it launched itself forward in a panicked blur, its movements erratic and completely unrestrained, like a creature trying to escape something far beyond its comprehension.
It shot straight toward a window,
And slammed into it.
THUD…!
The impact rang out sharply, jarring and loud enough to break whatever composure remained in the room, the glass rattling under the force as the bird's body flattened for a brief, ridiculous instant before sliding down slightly.
But Nori didn't stop.
Its claws scratched frantically against the surface, leaving faint streaks as it scrambled upward again, wings beating wildly in uneven bursts.
"OPEN…! WHY ISN'T THIS OPENING?!" it shrieked, voice cracking, desperation bleeding through every syllable as it pecked at the glass once, twice, missing entirely in its panic.
Then,
Click.
The window burst open.
And without hesitation, It jumped.
Gone.
The room fell silent.
Not gradually.
Not gently.
But all at once, like something had been forcefully cut off.
The open window creaked faintly, the curtains swaying inward with the breeze, brushing softly against the frame in a slow, almost mocking rhythm.
Ashan stood where he was, unmoving, though his eyes lingered on the window for a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts turning inward.
Maren sat frozen.
Even Lia slowly raised a hand to her face.
"…Lia," Maren said at last, her voice unusually flat as she stared at the now-open window.
A pause.
"…What was that?"