The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the academy grounds as Arthur and Isoreth walked side-by-side toward the main gates. Mr. Touchimani's impromptu evaluation tournament had finally concluded, with the final few rookies dragging their battered beasts off the field. Up until the very last second, Mrs. Alger and her data team had been furiously typing away, logging every metric from fortitude to response times. The official freshman rankings were set to be updated on the academy's network first thing tomorrow morning.
But as Arthur walked, the upcoming leaderboard was the absolute last thing on his mind. Instead, his thoughts were entirely consumed by the lingering, sultry promise echoing in his soul rift, and the highly explicit reward Lady Arne was expecting the moment they stepped through his front door.
"You're walking next to a girl and your mind is completely elsewhere?" Isoreth's sharp, teasing voice suddenly shattered his train of thought.
Arthur blinked, clearing his throat as a sudden flush of heat rushed to his face. "Huh...? Sorry. I was just... thinking about the rankings tomorrow."
"Hmm, the rankings, huh?" Isoreth eyed him skeptically, a playful glint in her sapphire eyes as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder. "Are you sitting there wondering if you'll claim the number-one spot after your knight completely humiliated Sidwig's ape?"
Arthur let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of aiming that high. The top spot is firmly reserved for dragons."
Isoreth's smile faded into something a bit more complex, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Dragons, huh? Everyone always looks at them with so much fear. Like they're these indestructible, god-like anomalies that can't be touched. But they're beatable, you know." She paused, turning her head to lock her gaze directly onto his. "Honestly, after watching your summon handle herself today, I'm starting to believe the hierarchy of power in this academy is about to violently shift. The apex predators are going to have a very real challenge."
"You mean... my summon?" Arthur asked. He kept his tone carefully casual, though inside, his chest tightened. He already knew the hidden, terrifying truth: his paladin didn't just have the potential to challenge dragons, she was built to break them.
"Your summon is an absolute masterpiece, Arthur," Isoreth said, her voice dropping into a tone of genuine respect. "What's her name, anyway? The scanning array didn't list it."
"Her name is Lady Arne," he replied, the words feeling heavy and intimate as they left his tongue.
"Hmm. Lady Arne..." Isoreth repeated the name softly, tasting the syllables. A brilliant, dangerously beautiful smile spread across her face. "Such an elegant name. You'll definitely have to properly introduce her to me sometime soon."
With the way Lady Arne handles territory, Arthur thought, a cold sweat breaking out down his spine, she wouldn't just refuse the introduction. She'd probably try to slaughter Isoreth on the spot.
"Uh, yeah. Of course. Sometime," Arthur stammered, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he tried to mask his sudden internal panic.
Right on cue, a sleek, expensive black luxury sedan with heavily tinted windows glided smoothly to the curb right outside the academy gates. The door opened automatically, venting a faint hum of high-end mana conditioning.
"My ride is here," Isoreth said, stopping to look back at him. Her sapphire eyes softened just a fraction. "See you tomorrow, Arthur."
"See you tomorrow," he nodded. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
He watched as she slid into the leather interior, the door sealing shut with a heavy, satisfying click before the car melted seamlessly into the city traffic. Arthur stood by the stone pillars of the entrance for a long moment, watching the tail lights disappear down the boulevard.
"Goddamn," he sighed to himself, running a hand through his hair. "She is absolutely stunning."
Turning on his heel, he began the walk toward the crowded school bus lot. But the moment his eyes left the street, the lingering thoughts of the elegant ice summoner vanished, instantly replaced by a sudden, heavy rush of heat. His core throbbed as the mental link in his mind pulsed with heavy, unadulterated anticipation.
He didn't care about the elite cars, the legacy heirs, or the upcoming rankings anymore. All he could think about was getting home, locking the front door, and finding out exactly how his beautiful, filthy knight intended to collect her reward.
The moment Arthur's front door clicked shut and the deadbolts turned, the heavy tension he'd been holding all afternoon finally snapped. He couldn't wait another second. Tapping into his core, he flared his mana, and the familiar golden light flooded his small apartment living room. Lady Arne materialized instantly, the faint scent of ozone and ancient ozone-iron filling the air.
"Hi there," Arthur said, a wide, eager smile spreading across his face as he leaned back against the door.
Lady Arne blinked, her striking eyes scanning the cramped room before settling on him. "Hi... there... my Liege?"
Arthur let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. Right. Of course. She's essentially a thousand-year-old legendary knight from a completely different realm.
"Ah, I see. It is a common form of greeting in this era, my Liege?" Arne murmured, effortlessly reading the stray thoughts passing through the active Soul Link.
"Glad you've caught up," Arthur said, his smile softening. "It's probably going to take you a while to get accustomed to how people talk in this world."
Lady Arne offered a graceful, dignified bow, her golden armor shifting with a soft metallic chime. Looking at her standing amidst his generic modern furniture, Arthur couldn't help but wonder just how much of this world would shock her, and what other ancient customs she was bringing with her.
But as she straightened up, the pristine, disciplined facade of the legendary vanguard began to melt. Her breathing turned shallow, and a dark, heavy hunger flared in her eyes.
"My Liege..." Arne whispered, her telepathic voice suddenly dropping into a breathless, demanding purr that vibrated directly against his consciousness. "My reward. You promised."
"You really don't waste any time when you're craving it, do you, Arne?" Arthur smiled, his own heart hammering against his ribs.
He didn't hesitate. Shucking off his school jacket, he quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossing them onto the nearby chair. As the last of his clothes hit the floor, his desire was completely impossible to hide, his erection straining toward her as a silent, commanding invitation.
"Go right ahead. You can take off your armor now, Arne," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a low, confident register. "I know you can't wait to get your hands on me."
Lady Arne’s eyes widened, a sudden, heavy wave of raw desire flaring in her gaze. In a literal blur of supernatural speed, her golden vanguard armor dissolved into columns of light, snapping back into the rift. She stood before him entirely unburdened, her flawless silhouette illuminated by the soft apartment lighting. Read the latest chapters at novelping dot com.
Well... that was incredibly fast, Arthur thought, his pulse hammering.
He stepped forward, closing the distance until the heat radiating from her skin pressed against him. Reaching out, his fingers first brushed the smooth curve of her thigh, making a sudden, involuntary shiver ripple through her frame. Slowly his hand traced upward along her soft skin, skimming over the flare of her hip, gliding beneath the heavy swell of her breast to tease her, before finally settling against the warmth of her cheek.
He leaned in, pulling her close, and crashed his lips down onto hers. The kiss was deep and intoxicating, filled with the sudden, frantic warmth of her tongue and mouth.
Arne kissed him back with a fierce, hungry passion, her hands immediately roaming over his shoulders and down his chest, her grip tight enough to leave bruises on a lesser summoner.
Arthur pulled away slowly, breathing heavily as he looked down at her flushed face, his eyes dark with passion.
"Today, I'm going to teach you something completely new," Arthur said, a wicked, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "If you're over a thousand years old, it means you definitely don't know this particular skill."
Arne tilted her head slightly, her fingers still digging into his waist. "A new skill? What is it, my Lord?"
"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" Arthur asked softly.
"A... blowjob?" Arne repeated the unfamiliar word, her brow furrowing slightly as she tasted the syllables. "What exactly is that, my Liege?"
Arthur’s smirk widened. Just as I thought. Total ancient history.
Focusing inward, he tapped into the Soul Link, directly transmitting a clear, vivid mental projection of the act straight into her consciousness.
Arne’s striking eyes went completely wide as the information flooded her mind, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep, radiant crimson. "Huh...? You... you want me to take that into my mouth?"
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