Chapter 491 - : 491 : So Here’s What You’re Going To Do…!

Chapter 491: Chapter : 491 : So Here’s What You’re Going To Do...!

"I-I don’t care about the money, you fools!" Elowen screamed, ripping the letter viciously in half and hurling the pieces into the corner of her opulent office. The torn fragments fluttered down like defeated shadows.

She slammed both hands onto the grand oak desk, the impact rattling the inkwell and crystal orbs. Golden-blonde hair fell messily over her flushed face as her massive, heavy breasts heaved violently with each ragged breath, straining against the sheer black fabric of her top. Tears of pure frustration glistened in her emerald eyes.

"Why... Why is this happening?!" she growled, voice trembling with rage. "Aiden Nightshade...! If they’re so useless, then I’ll kill that filthy commoner myself!"

The knock on the door made her freeze mid-breath. She straightened quickly, smoothing her hair with shaky hands and forcing a mask of composure over her beautiful, furious features. After a few deep breaths that only accentuated the rise and fall of her enormous chest, she called out coldly, "Come in."

The door opened.

There stood Aiden Nightshade, tall and confident in his crimson uniform, that signature smug grin plastered across his face. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing like a trap snapping shut.

Elowen’s eyes widened in pure hatred, her perfect white teeth clenching so hard her jaw ached. "Y-You?!"

Aiden’s grin only widened as he strolled forward casually and took the seat directly across from her desk, leaning back comfortably as if he owned the room.

"What do you want, you commoner?" Elowen hissed, trying — and failing — to sound professional. Her voice dripped with venom despite the polite words. She folded her hands tightly on the desk to hide their trembling.

Aiden tilted his head, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Professor Voss. Always a pleasure. How have you been? You look a little... flushed today. Everything alright?"

Elowen forced a tight, insincere smile, her emerald eyes blazing with barely contained rage. "I am perfectly fine, Mr. Nightshade. Thank you for asking. To what do I owe this... unexpected visit?" Her tone was sugary sweet on the surface, but every word sounded like she wanted to strangle him with it. Her massive breasts rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to maintain control.

Aiden leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk, still grinning. "Oh, nothing serious. I just wanted to chat about a little incident that happened recently. You know... in the merchant district alleys. Strange thing, really. Someone tried to have me killed. Sent a rather dangerous assassin after me." He paused, watching her reaction closely, his voice deliberately vague but laced with knowing amusement. "Funny how these things happen to me lately, isn’t it?"

Elowen’s heart slammed against her ribs. Her knuckles turned white. "How unfortunate," she replied through gritted teeth, forcing politeness. "I’m sure the academy security or the citizen safety will handle such... matters. Why exactly are you telling me this, Mr. Nightshade?"

Aiden’s smirk deepened, eyes narrowing playfully. "Because I have a feeling the person behind it is someone who really, really hates me. Someone noble. Someone with a lot of... pent-up frustration." His gaze deliberately drifted down to her heaving chest for a second before returning to her eyes. "You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Professor? You always seem so invested in my... progress."

"You arrogant mudblood—!" Elowen nearly snapped, catching herself at the last moment. She inhaled sharply, massive breasts straining violently against her top. "I mean... I have no idea what you’re implying. As a professor, I would never condone such illegal actions. Now, if that’s all—"

Aiden chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying her rising anger. "Relax, Professor. You look like you’re about to explode. Or cry. Or both. It’s almost cute. Tell me — does it keep you up at night? Knowing a ’pathetic commoner’ like me keeps ruining your precious noble plans?"

Elowen’s emerald eyes flashed with murderous intent. Her full red lips trembled with suppressed rage as she gripped the edge of her desk, leaning forward. Her heavy breasts nearly spilled out of her sheer top from the motion.

"Get out of my office," she whispered dangerously, all pretense of politeness shattering.

Aiden simply smiled wider, completely unfazed. "We’re not done talking yet."

"We have nothing more to talk about, Mr. Nightshade. This conversation is over. Leave my office at once." Elowen’s emerald eyes flicked involuntarily toward the corner of the room where the torn pieces of the enchanted letter lay torn in half like evidence of her guilt.

Aiden followed her gaze slowly, his sharp blue eyes landing on the ripped parchment. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back in the chair, clearly amused. Elowen’s heart hammered wildly in her chest, her massive breasts rising and falling rapidly with each panicked breath.

"Oh? What’s that over there, Professor?" Aiden asked innocently, though his tone dripped with teasing menace. "Looks like important correspondence. Torn up in a fit of rage... Did it contain some naughty little secrets? Maybe something about a certain ’commoner’ who just won’t die?"

Elowen’s perfect face flushed with a mix of fury and fear. "You have no right to pry into your professor’s personal letters, you insolent mudblood! Those are private matters that do not concern a student like you!"

Aiden chuckled darkly, his gaze deliberately dropping from her flushed face to her enormous, heaving breasts straining against the sheer black fabric. The way they jiggled with her angry breathing made his smirk widen. He took his time admiring the deep valley of cleavage, making no effort to hide it. Elowen noticed exactly where his eyes lingered and shifted uncomfortably, crossing her arms under her chest — which only pushed her massive tits higher and made them spill more obscenely.

"Private matters, huh?" Aiden drawled, eyes still glued to her voluptuous body. "You’re looking awfully guilty for someone with nothing to hide. Those fat tits of yours are practically heaving with panic, Professor. So fucking sexy when you’re angry and scared."

Elowen’s cheeks burned crimson. "You—You perverted commoner!"

Aiden suddenly leaned forward across the desk, his blue eyes turning dark and dangerous, an ominous smile curling his lips. "So... Should we play the hard way... or the easy way?"

Elowen swallowed hard, trying to maintain her noble arrogance. "Do you have any proof it was me who sent the request, you arrogant fool?"

Aiden’s smile turned colder. "Professor... Before talking about proofs, you need to know you’re in big trouble."

"How so, you mudblood?!" she snapped, slamming her delicate hand on the desk.

Aiden leaned even closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if sharing a great secret. "Except for my wives and the council members, almost no one knows this... But I am Vice Chancellor Mirielle Moonveil’s son-in-law."

Elowen’s emerald eyes widened in pure shock. "W-What?! T-That can’t be... You’re lying, you mudblood?!" She slammed both hands on the desk again, leaning forward so her massive breasts nearly spilled out completely. "There is no way Vice Chancellor Moonveil would make her widowed daughter marry a filthy commoner like you! No way!"

Aiden grinned wider, his eyes shamelessly roaming over her body again — tracing the curve of her narrow waist, the flare of her hips, and especially the way her enormous tits threatened to burst free. "Ohh, you sexy little professor... You have no idea what she can or can’t do. But you should ask yourself what will happen if I inform her... As my mother-in-law, she’ll personally make sure to investigate this thoroughly. And if she finds proof? Just think about it — your position, your noble respect, your precious status... all gone. Just because you tried to kill your own student."

Elowen’s face drained of color, then flushed with fresh rage and dawning terror. Her full red lips trembled, tears of frustration and fear glistening in her eyes as her arrogant facade began to crack. "Y-You... You wouldn’t dare... I-I’m a high noble! You can’t—"

Aiden cut her off with a low, teasing laugh, his gaze once again devouring her voluptuous figure. "Look at you shaking, Professor. Those huge tits bouncing every time you panic... It’s almost making me forget how much you hate me. Beg nicely and maybe I’ll consider keeping this between us... for now."

Elowen stared at him, breathing heavily, her body language shifting from pure hatred to desperate calculation as the weight of his words sank in.

Aiden leaned back slightly, looking her up and down slowly with dark hunger. "So here’s what you’re going to do..."

Aiden leaned back in the chair, his piercing blue eyes roaming slowly and shamelessly over Professor Elowen Voss’s trembling, voluptuous body. From her messy golden-blonde hair, down to her flushed, angry face, lingering heavily on her massive, heaving breasts that strained violently against the sheer black fabric with every panicked breath, then lower across her narrow waist and thick thighs hidden beneath her elegant skirt. A dark, hungry grin spread across his face.

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END OF Chapter : 491 : SO HERE’S WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO...!

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