Chapter 483 - : 483 : Nadia Eastbrook!

Chapter 483: Chapter : 483 : Nadia Eastbrook!

Few Hour ago...

The academy library stretched like an ancient cathedral of knowledge—towering shelves of dark oak groaning under the weight of forbidden tomes, dust motes dancing in shafts of afternoon light filtering through tall, arched windows. Few students ventured into the deeper history section, especially the wing dedicated to the War of 0 AE and BE—the cataclysmic conflict between humans and demons seventy-six years ago. The air here smelled of aged parchment, leather bindings, and something faintly metallic, like old blood preserved between pages.

Ethan Leilive—Kee to those closest to him—moved quietly between the shelves, his right arm (still marked with jagged black lightning-like tattoos that pulsed with faint crimson inner light) carrying a growing stack of heavy volumes. His uniform jacket was slightly rumpled from the day’s earlier training, hair tousled. He scanned titles with focused intensity:

"The Triumph of Humanity: How We Broke the Demon Hordes"

"Chronicles of the Demon Scourge"

"Aftermath: The Enslavement and Purification of the Infernal Races"

He pulled another one, adding it to the pile. The section detailed how, after humanity’s victory, male demons were shackled into brutal labor camps while females—prized for their otherworldly beauty and fertility—were largely reduced to sex slaves for the noble houses. The books painted demons as irredeemable monsters. Yet Ethan’s marked hand tingled as he read, a constant reminder that something ancient and powerful now lived inside him.

"Figures why everyone hates them..." he murmured, flipping through a particularly graphic account of demon atrocities. "But not everyone is evil. Not all of them..."

He gathered his final selections and retreated to a secluded reading alcove in the far corner—rarely visited, shadowed by tall shelves, perfect for privacy. Dropping the heavy pile onto the polished wooden table with a soft thud, Ethan sank into the chair and immediately opened the top book. It was a human-written history of the war, heavy with tales of loss, heroism, and demon cruelty.

He read in silence for several minutes, brow furrowed.

Suddenly, a soft, velvety voice drifted across the table like incense smoke.

"Those are human-written. Filled with their own perspective..."

Ethan’s head snapped up.

Standing across from him was a woman of breathtaking, almost ethereal beauty. Her long, silky silver-white hair styled in a sophisticated low bun with loose elegant strands framing her face that belonged in forbidden dreams—porcelain-smooth skin, full pouty lips painted a deep seductive crimson, and striking purple eyes that seemed to hold galaxies of secrets. Two small, alluring beauty mark in downward rested just beneath her right eye, drawing attention to her sultry gaze.

She wore the Albinos Academy uniform, but on her it looked sinful. The deep crimson velvet blazer was tailored impossibly tight, straining heroically over an obscene pair of massive, heavy breasts that threatened to burst the white button-up blouse beneath. The deep valley of her cleavage glistened faintly in the low light, soft pale flesh spilling forward with every subtle breath. Her dramatically narrow waist flared into wide, fertile hips and a plump, juicy ass barely contained by the short pleated skirt. Black stockings clung to her thick, creamy thighs, held up by delicate garter straps that disappeared teasingly beneath the hem of her skirt. The long coat tails of her uniform swayed gently behind her, accentuating every lush curve as she sat with elegant, mysterious poise.

There was an aura around her—something ancient and knowing, like moonlight on still water. Her amethyst-purple eyes seemed to pierce straight through him.

She extended one delicate hand, offering an old, worn-out leather-bound book. Its cover was faded, edges frayed, as if it had survived centuries.

"Here... Read this one," she murmured, her voice low, melodic, and layered with hidden depths. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Ethan blinked in surprise, taking the book. "Huh? What? Do I know you?"

She smiled faintly—mysterious, knowing—lips curving like a secret. "Not yet..."

He stared.

"I’m... a third-year student here. Nadia Eastbrook." Her tone carried the weight of something far older than a simple student. "I have always been... very interested in demons. Everything about them. Their power. Their history. Their... true nature." She leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against the edge of the table, the motion deliberate and hypnotic. "That book helped me a great deal in understanding them."

Ethan flipped the old tome open. The pages felt warm under his fingers, the ink somehow clearer, less biased. "Then why give it to me?"

Nadia’s amethyst-purple eyes gleamed with quiet intensity. "Because you seemed... very, very interested in the same things I like." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "The kind of interest that goes beyond mere curiosity."

Ethan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Thank you... And ahh... I am—"

"I know," she interrupted smoothly, her smile deepening with that same mysterious certainty. "You’re Ethan Leilive. A very interesting first-year. I saw you during the trials." The way she said it carried subtle weight, as if she had witnessed far more than just the public fights.

Ethan nodded slowly. "Okay..."

Then, without warning, Nadia leaned closer across the table. Her voice became a breathy murmur. "Can I see your hand...?"

Ethan hesitated, then lifted his marked right hand and placed it on the table. The black jagged tattoos pulsed faintly.

"Okay..."

Nadia’s eyes widened, a visible flush creeping across her cheeks and down her neck into the deep valley of her cleavage. She reached out with both hands—soft, warm, almost reverent—and gently took his marked hand between them. Her fingers traced the dark lines slowly, seductively, following every lightning-like curve across his palm and forearm. Her touch was electric, lingering, almost worshipful.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her full lips. "Mmm... This is it... The marking..." Her amethyst-purple eyes were half-lidded, breathing heavier, breasts heaving noticeably against her straining blouse. "They look exactly the same..."

Ethan felt a strange heat spread from her touch. He shifted uncomfortably. "You know about the markings...?"

Nadia’s fingers continued their slow, sensual exploration, tracing each line as if memorizing it. Her voice was thick with excitement and something darker—lustful reverence. "I saw them in the book I gave you... This belongs to the Demon Lord. Yes... This is it..."

Before Ethan could respond, a familiar hand suddenly snatched his marked one away, pulling it protectively to a soft, warm chest.

"Who is she, Kee?" Mee’s voice was sharp with jealousy. She had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, brown hair slightly messy, eyes narrowed at the silver-haired beauty. Her own generous C-cup breasts pressed firmly around his hand as she held it tight.

Nadia straightened gracefully, her mysterious smile never fading. She looked completely unbothered, radiating that same enigmatic aura. "I am Nadia Eastbrook, a third-year student. I was simply sharing some... historical insight with your boyfriend. Nothing more."

Mee glared, cheeks flushed with clear possessiveness. The woman before her was extremely hot—voluptuous, mysterious, with curves that could make anyone stare. "And why is she holding your hand like that?"

Ethan tried to explain. "She seems to know about it... That it belongs to the Demon Lord."

Nadia chuckled softly, the sound like distant bells in fog. "Calm down, girl. I wasn’t trying to steal your boyfriend or anything. I just got excited about those markings... I never thought I could see them again."

Mee’s eyes sharpened. "Again? What do you—"

"I mean I saw it in the book I gave him before," Nadia finished smoothly, her amethyst-purple eyes flickering with that knowing glint. She gave one last lingering look at Ethan’s hand—still visibly aroused, nipples faintly visible through her tight bloush.

Mee and Kee turned to each other in shared suspicion, then looked back.

She was gone. No footsteps. No rustle of fabric. Just empty air and the faint scent of something sweet and ancient lingering.

"What the hell...?" Kee muttered.

Mee let go her hand and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up as she huffed. "Kee... what exactly happened? And don’t you dare leave anything out. That woman was way too weird."

Ethan smirked, pulling her closer by the waist and teasingly squeezing her ass through her skirt. "Jealous, Mee? You came rushing in like you thought she was about to eat me alive."

Mee squeaked, swatting his chest but not pulling away. "Of course I’m jealous! She was moaning while touching your hand and looking at you like... like you were some kind of god. And those curves... ugh. Who even was she?"

Ethan chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Some mysterious third-year obsessed with demons. She knew my name, knew about the markings... said they belong to the Demon Lord. Then as we saw, poof—vanished."

Mee shivered, pressing tighter against him. "That’s creepy... and suspicious. You better not go meeting strange sexy women in dark library corners without me."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," he teased, his marked hand gently cupping her cheek. "You’re my goddess, remember?"

Mee blushed but smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Good. Now let’s read that book she gave you... together."

They settled side by side, the old tome open between them, the mysterious encounter lingering like smoke in the quiet library.

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END OF Chapter : 483 : NADIA EASTBROOK!

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