The moment Kent appeared inside Saintess Selene’s bedroom, which was now his bedroom, considering he was practically like her husband. Saintess Selene jumped into his arms.
The next few minutes were spent with Kent kissing her all over her body, as she was only in her bra and panties.
“You have become much feistier, Selene. I never pegged you to be someone who would love sex this much,” Kent said, massaging her butt while having her on his lap.
“This is all your fault. Had it not been for you coming after my purity, I would still be the naïve and traumatized Saintess… but not anymore,” she blushed as she said that.
Kent unhooked her bra and started sucking on her nipples.
“MmmmH”
“Aaah”
Her moans began to ring out, but Kent wasn’t putting in much effort. He knew Ingrid was still around, so he wasn’t about to trigger her. However, that didn’t mean he would deny his master the chance to have some fun.
In the end, she went down on him, with Kent managing his pleasure to ensure he wasn’t too loud.
“So, what are you going to do next? I doubt the Gate Master won’t come after you again,” Saintess Selene asked, licking her lips while her hand stroked Kent’s dick.
“I will live my life as an Inner Disciple, and that involves doing what disciples do,” Kent replied.
“Do you want me to show you around? I’m also a disciple here… a Core Disciple, so I have access to most places,” Selene offered, but Kent shook his head.
“I need to know more about Ingrid, and she would also want to know more about me. So, I’ll spend some time with her. Since she’s interested in me, it’s best to let her get to know me better before we move forward,” Kent said, and Selene nodded.
“Then be careful out there.” Selene cautioned.
“I will. And don’t worry, I will spend some time with you later. For now, let me spend some time being a disciple of the Divine Palace Sect.”
Kent dressed up and went out to meet Ingrid, who had been expecting him for hours now.
“Are you alright? Are the injuries gone?” she asked the moment Kent appeared. Her master had wrecked him a while ago, so she was checking to see if he was still breathing.
“I am fine. But I will have to pay her back for torturing me,” Kent said.
“Good luck with that. Master is no easy fish you can fry,” she said with a proud smile. Kent just smiled and sat down facing her.
“So…Do you want to be my guide and show me around the sect. I am new and I doubt after the events that happened a few days ago, any elder or disciple will be willing to do that,” Kent asked.
“I don’t mind. But know that walking around with me comes with some dangers,” Ingrid said, making Kent smile.
“I don’t mind trouble. But are you sure you want to be seen with me? I mean, everyone probably wants me dead by now,” Kent asked, but Ingrid just shrugged.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied.
“Then let’s go. I want to come back early and help my master with something,” Kent said with a smile.
Ingrid, who may have understood the reference, blushed slightly. Her mind immediately drifted back to when she first encountered Kent… and an image of his body flashed unbidden into her thoughts, making her blush deepen.
Kent smirked and started moving away from the mini-mansion.
“You are very bold, Kent… I never expected the Sword Saintess to ever fall in love with anything or anyone aside from her sword,” Ingrid said as they began moving away.
“What can I say? She saw a magnificent dragon she shouldn’t have.” Kent gave her a smug smile. Ingrid just shook her head to wipe the images from her mind.
“So, what is your background, Kent?” Ingrid suddenly asked after recovering.
“Wow, aren’t we moving a little too fast?” Kent stopped and looked at her.
“What do you mean we’re moving too fast? I just wanted to know more about your background,” Ingrid looked at him strangely.
“I mean, shouldn’t you tell me something about yourself first? Where I come from, before you try to ask for someone’s identity, you must at least share something about yourself first,” Kent said, shaking his head.
“That just doesn’t make sense. I merely asked for your identity. That doesn’t mean anything,” Ingrid said, sounding confused.
Kent smiled and became technical. “Maybe in your own way, you don’t see it like that. But look at it this way: when you’re trying to get to know someone, they might feel more comfortable opening up to you if they know something about you first.
I mean, if I outright ask you about your background, will you reveal it?” Kent asked.
“Yes,” Ingrid replied, making Kent take a step back thoughtfully.
“That is unexpected but, in a way, also very disturbing,” Kent laughed, but Ingrid grew serious, not understanding what he found amusing.
[Master, I think you might have just found yourself someone they call a nerd in your previous world,] Gaia said, echoing what Kent had just realized.
Ingrid was indeed a genius… perhaps a little too good for her own good. She took everything literally, which, in a way, was both a strength and a weakness. Having such a direct mindset wasn’t exactly ideal…
Imagine taking everything literally, including how you present yourself.
“Ah, forget it,” Kent succumbed. Ingrid was a beauty, and having such a side only made her cuter.
‘Maybe I should get her a pair of glasses to complete her makeover as a nerd,’ Kent thought. Meanwhile, Gaia, who overheard, was already searching the cosmos for the perfect glasses.
“Well, I am Kent Madson… single child, no relatives because I have none. My parents are dead and left me with tons of wealth—enough to buy a kingdom or two. I like being around beautiful ladies such as yourself, and I don’t shy away from making my feelings known.
“I am also a grandmaster swordsman, and while you shouldn’t tell anyone, I am also an alchemist.”
Kent smiled as he said that. Well, his relatives were currently basking in the tons of wealth he had left back on Earth. In his will, he gave everything to his aunt, who had been close to his mother while she was alive.
“That is impressive, but until I see you concoct a pill, I wouldn’t believe you’re an alchemist. And I’m sorry for your loss,” Ingrid smiled warmly.
“Thanks for your concern, but I’m over it. That said, truly, don’t tell anyone I’m an alchemist. If you do, I wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up for a couple of years in my special prison,” Kent said in a joking tone, though he was serious.
“Then do you want to know about me?” Ingrid asked. Kent just smiled; he had already captured her information a couple of days ago and knew almost everything there was to know about her, down to her likes and dislikes.
“Sure… I would love to know more about you,” But he wasn’t about to deny her the chance to share more about herself…
Ingrid, of course, began telling him more about her lineage. However, Kent, who started listening, began doubting some of the details his enchanted eyes revealed.
[This nerdy cat is very complex, Master. If I were you, I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers.] The perverted Gaia said what Kent was also thinking as he learned more about Ingrid.
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