“I didn’t expect you to be here, Dor—Principal,” Aether caught himself mid-sentence, quickly adjusting his tone as Isadora gave him a blank stare.
“It should be my question, Mr. Aether. What are you doing here?” Isadora asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she walked alongside Aria and Aether.
“Well…” Aether raised an eyebrow, scratching the back of his neck. “Aria invited me.”
“For what purpose?” Isadora’s gaze shifted to Aether, her eyes sharp, as if she were trying to piece something together.
Aether averted his gaze, clearly uncomfortable answering her directly.
Isadora’s lips twitched with suspicion, and she turned to Aria, who was looking at Aether in an oddly amused way.
‘Don’t tell me… he got this girl too?’ Isadora’s eyes widened in shock, her mind racing with the various possibilities. Unable to suppress her disbelief, she mumbled, “Just how many are there?”
“Huh?” Aria tilted her head, confused by Isadora’s muttered words.
Aether coughed awkwardly, while Isadora quickly shook her head. “Nothing,” she said, then leaned closer to Aether, whispering into his ear with a sly grin, “Looks like someone’s enjoying their life.”
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Aether nodded without hesitation, making Isadora’s lips twitch in frustration. ‘Look at him—he’s so calm, acting like everything’s under control… I wonder if I should blackmail him?’ she mused, a sly smile creeping onto her face.
Of course, Aether could read her intentions, but he remained unfazed. He knew she wouldn’t dare. Not because he trusted her, but because she loved him, even if she refused to admit it. Unless Isadora became like Selene or Aria, Aether wasn’t worried. He knew she wouldn’t fall into that same pattern…. He hopes!!
Aria, sensing the subtle exchange, asked, “Principal, you knew he was the Victor, right?”
Isadora nodded, crossing her arms. “I’m the one who suggested he wear a disguise to attend the class.”
Aria blinked in surprise, then gave a slight bow. “Thank you, Principal… for taking care of my husband!”
Isadora blinked, taken aback by the sudden gratitude, then nodded almost instinctively. ‘Husband…’ she repeated in her mind, realization dawning. ‘Ah, so that’s why Aether is picking a fight with Alaric all this time.’
‘This guy’s lost his screws!’ she thought, screaming inwardly at the absurdity of it all.
They finally reached Elanthariel’s Archive—the grand Elven library.
“Only my husband and I are permitted to enter this place, Principal, so…” Aria trailed off, her tone polite but firm.
“I understand,” Isadora replied, handing over the symbols she had taken from the Pyra Empire. She cast a final glance at Aether, who nodded in acknowledgement, before stepping aside.
As Aria and Aether disappeared into the Archive, Isadora stayed behind, waiting patiently.
An hour passed…
She leaned against the wall, observing the guards stationed nearby. They were older, yes, but powerful—strong enough that, if united, they might stand a chance against Alaric.
‘Now I understand why Alaric is so cautious here. He knows the cost of arrogance in this place…’ she mused, chuckling softly to herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a flicker of movement in the corner of her eye. She turned to see Maelona and Liora peeking around the corner, poorly hidden.
Isadora sighed. “Come on, I can see you both.”
Maelona and Liora flinched, and Maelona immediately scolding Liora for letting her tail give them away.
“S-Sovereign… They might take a while to finish. Why don’t you wait while eating?” Maelona suggested with an awkward smile.
“Taking their time, huh?” Isadora raised a brow. “Is the library really that big?”
“Y-Yeah… It’s big,” Maelona nodded, her voice hesitant. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, something Isadora didn’t miss.
She shifted her gaze to Liora, who was pouting with puffed cheeks, looking unusually sulky.
‘What’s going on here?’ Isadora wondered, her curiosity growing with each passing second.
Meanwhile, inside the Archive,
“~ahh~ Aether~ahh~Yes~ahh~” Aria moaned, her voice thick with need as Aether’s thick shaft slid deep into her soaked flower. Her walls clenched around him, desperate to keep him buried inside her.
“Look at you,” Aether whispered, his breath hot against her ear, “assaulting your husband in a sacred place like this…. Are you.. arh~ that much miss me?” His words dripped with dark amusement as his hips drove forward, the sound of their slick connection echoing through the silent Archive.
“Ahhh~ Yes… Fuck~ yes! I’ve missed you so much, Aether!~Mmm~ You don’t know how hard it was to hold myself back…~Ahhh~ So many years at that summit… Ahhh~ Fuckkkk~ me harderrrr~aahhhh~…” Aria’s voice trembled, her fingers digging into his back as she writhed beneath him, her dripping pussy begging for more.
Her nectar coated his shaft, the sticky warmth dripping down her thighs. Aether growled in satisfaction, gripping her hips tighter as he plunged deeper, watching her ass bounce with every thrust.
Trrrr!
In one swift motion, he tore off her top, her breasts spilling free. His mouth latched onto her protruding nipples, sucking them with a hunger that made her cry out.
“~aahhh~ Harrdderrr~mmm~ suck me harder~” Aria moaned, arching her back, offering herself completely. The shelf behind her trembled with the force of their passion, her body pinned between the hard wood and his relentless thrusts.
Aether felt himself nearing the edge, his sack tightening. Just as he was about to release, Aria pushed him back, her eyes dark with lust as she dropped to her knees. “Not yet… I want to taste you first,” she purred, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his throbbing shaft.
Her mouth enveloped him, taking him deep as her tongue swirled around his length. She tasted their combined juices but didn’t care—she wanted every part of him.
“Fuck… Arriaa~…” Aether groaned, his hands tangled in her hair as she bobbed her head faster. Her warm, wet mouth sucked him harder, her eyes locked on his, a fiery challenge burning in them.
“Mmm…” Aria moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine.
With a final groan, Aether’s cock twitched, spilling his hot seed into her eager mouth. Aria’s eyes fluttered closed as she swallowed every drop, her throat working to take it all.
Glup…
She pulled away slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. “Mmm… Finally…” Her voice was sultry, dripping with satisfaction. She hadn’t forgotten the taste of him, and now, her pussy throbbed with anticipation, aching for him again.
Drip…
Her juices leaked down her thighs, her body trembling from the intensity of her arousal. She kissed the tip of his still-hard cock, her eyes filled with lust. “I haven’t forgotten your taste, my darling~…”
Seeing her horny eyes, Aether smirked, his shaft twitching with renewed need. He turned her around, pressing her ass high in the air. Her swollen lips glistened with her arousal, practically begging to be filled.
He leaned in, inhaling deeply before his tongue flicked over her dripping slit. “And I haven’t forgotten yours either,” he growled, his fingers spreading her folds before his tongue dove in, tasting her sweetness.
“Ahh~ I want that~”Aria gasped, her hips grinding against his face, desperate for more.
Aether chuckled darkly, pulling away to rub his shaft along her swollen lips. Slowly, he pushed inside, stretching her tight pussy as her moans grew louder.
“Aahhh Yes… ~Fuck me… Fill me, Aether… Ahhhmmm~~” Aria’s cries were raw, her body trembling as he pounded into her, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
Aether groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her, the slick sounds of their bodies colliding filling the Archive.
“~ahhhh~ahh~Yess~Aetther~aahhmmm~”
Meanwhile,
Isadora sat on the plush sofa, nibbling on a snack with a growing frown. “It’s taking them forever. Could it be they couldn’t find the book?” Her voice hinted at frustration, her mind already doubting if the Archive held anything useful.
Maelona coughed awkwardly, her face glistening with sweat, ‘W-What the hell are they doing in there?! Making the Sovereign wait this long…’ She shivered at the thought of what might happen if Isadora discovered the real reason for the delay.
Meanwhile, Liora was biting her lip, her eyes darting toward the door. ‘Damn it! I’m his wife too. Why can’t I go in? This is unfair… Fuck!!’ Her mind was more focused on jealousy than concern for the book, her heart burning with frustration.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doors creaked open.
Aria stepped out first, her expression calm and composed. There was no sign of strain, her usual grace intact, yet her eyes flickered with something deeper—something only those who knew her intimately might catch.
Aether followed closely behind, his face cool and confident. However, as they stepped further into the room, a subtle scent began to permeate the air.
Isadora’s sharp nose twitched, and her brow furrowed. Maelona’s face turned crimson, her lips tightening in embarrassment. Liora’s eyes narrowed, instantly zeroing in on Aria’s trembling legs, where something unmistakable glistened and slid slowly down her thighs.
Maelona groaned inwardly, slapping her forehead in mortification, ‘For the love of the gods… they didn’t… They did!’
Isadora’s gaze locked onto Aether, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Her expression remained blank, but her thoughts screamed, ‘This man is unbelievable! My disciple clearly needs some serious discipline!’ Her fists clenched on the armrests, barely keeping her composure in check.
Sensing the tension, Aether quickly cleared his throat, changing the topic, “We found something significant,” he announced, his voice steady. “The symbols on those letters… they’re from a Forbidden Language—a tongue used by the gods themselves.”
Isadora’s face turned serious, and so did Liora and Maelona.