Chapter 110: Why Did You Do That ?

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Why Did You Do That ?

The room was dead silent. Only the soft scrape of pens against answer sheets whispered from every corner of the classroom, accompanied by the faint rustle of paper and the occasional quiet sigh of concentration.

Every student wrote nonstop in desperation to score a passing grade. Diplomacy was undoubtedly the hardest subject across all five years—extensively theory-based, packed with an infinite number of rules and regulations about interterritorial relationships, the intercultural habitats of different species, and the historical foundations of those commandments.

"Half time has passed," Professor Jean Woodburn announced from the podium. He watched over the class of more than five hundred students—mostly freshmen and a few repeaters—with keen eyes, making sure none of them tried to cheat.

Xavier glanced toward Melli from time to time, checking whether she was struggling. To his relief she was completely focused on her answer sheet, her hand never stopping. He looked the other way toward Elena and found the same confidence on her face as she answered one question after another at a smooth, steady pace.

Satisfied that both of his girls were doing fine, he returned his attention to his own paper.

More than half the class sighed in relief when the three-hour exam finally ended, the collective release of tension filling the air with a low murmur of voices and the scrape of chairs.

"How was it?" Elena asked Melli.

"I did my best. I feel like I’ll finally pass this time," Melli replied, putting a fist to her chest with a boing and cheering herself up.

"How about you, Xavier?" Elena asked.

"Oh, I’m pretty sure I’ll ace it," Xavier answered in a teasing tone.

"Haha. We’ll see when the results come out. Who’ll come out on top?" Elena shot back.

"So, what are your plans now?" Xavier asked both of them.

"I have a three-day gap before my Runic Arrangements exam, but I’m a little behind on the syllabus, so I’ll probably focus on that," Elena said.

"And I really need to continue my mana-control training," Melli added.

Xavier parted with the girls as they headed to the library. He made his way up to the fourteenth floor. Earlier that day he had received a letter from Professor Grushka asking him to visit whenever he had free time, so he decided to go see her right away.

He opened the door to her quarters without knocking. Grushka was one of his women now, and she still felt a little guilty about the incident where she had restrained him against the wall in an attempt to sexually exploit him.

"Xavier!, you’re here already." Grushka turned at the sound of the door, her lush green lips curved into a wide smile. A faint floral scent clung to her skin.

Xavier was equally pleased to see her plump figure—and surprised to see the woman standing beside her.

"Auntie, what are you doing here?" he asked Milfias, who stood tall next to Grushka near the desk.

He hadn’t seen her since the last time she had squirted all over his face.

"Professor Grushka asked for my help regarding this jade crystal," she replied, holding up the piece of jade Xavier had broken to pull Grushka out of her crazed state. "After examining it carefully I can sense very faint traces of miasma lingering on it."

Miasma was the complete opposite of mana. It carried negative properties and spread impurities wherever it leaked. The entire demonic territory was saturated with thick miasma in the air.

"I knew it. So it was related to those filthy demons after all," Grushka scorned. Xavier had asked her to let the incident go, but she was fixated on getting to the root of it.

"Yes, it appears so. And if that’s true, then things are rather more serious than they appear."

"Is it that serious?" Xavier asked, noticing the troubled look on Milfias’s face.

"Yes. We used to get maybe one or two incidents related to demons every year. But now, with the sudden rise of the Caldris faction and two demonic events in such a short span—your encounter in the Red Forest and this jade crystal that was likely planted by demons..." Milfias fell silent for a couple of seconds. "Things might get chaotic sooner than expected."

"If things keep getting worse at this pace, they might soon infiltrate the academy as well," Grushka added.

From their conversation Xavier realized the issue was bigger than he had anticipated.

"Grushka, are you...?"

"Oh, yes. I am part of the Frostborn faction." Grushka lowered the neckline of her shirt and revealed the snowflake marking on the upper curve of her right breast. The plump flesh looked soft and warm under the sunlight spilling through the window.

"Is this the reason you called for me?"

"Yes. I wanted to let you know about the miasma found in the crystal firsthand."

"Xavier, as a member of the Frostborn faction I am handing you your first assignment," Milfias said. "Find out about any rumors or hints of demonic activity on campus and report them directly to me."

"Yes, Auntie. I’ll keep an eye out for it."

"Thank you for your help, Your Eminence. Please excuse me—I’ll get back to my work now," Grushka said as she turned to step away, Xavier caught her wrist and pulled her in.

Her plump body spun and fell into his embrace. Her full, heavy breasts jiggled as they pressed against his chest, soft and yielding. He claimed her lush lips in a deep kiss, fingers sinking into her perfectly round ass. A faint sweetness lingered on her mouth.

"Ahh... Xavier, please behave. We’re in front of the Dean," Grushka muffled between kisses, but she showed no real resistance. Her breath was warm against his lips.

Xavier gave no answer. He simply kept kissing her, pushing his tongue past her lips and savoring the flavor of her mouth.

While his lips remained locked with Grushka’s, he glanced sideways at Milfias. She stood frozen, silver-grey eyes fixed exactly where Grushka’s plump lips met his. Her thighs pressed softly together as a wet heat rose between her legs.

When their mouths finally parted, a thin strand of saliva connected them for a second before snapping, leaving Grushka’s breath ragged.

Letting her go Xavier stepped toward Milfias, closing the distance in a single stride. Her gigantic breasts scorched against his body, overflowing around his shoulders with a heavy, warm weight.

"What are you—?"

Before Milfias could finish, Xavier leaned in and sealed her glossy red lips in a kiss just as passionate as the one he had given Grushka. His hands slid around her waist and down to her enormous ass, squeezing tightly, fingers sinking deep into the heavy, yielding flesh. Just as he remembered, beneath her cape her ass was completely bare—smooth, cool, and soft.

Involuntarily Milfias’s arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. She did not resist. She returned the kiss with equal heat, tasting his tongue the same way he tasted hers. A quiet, breathless sound escaped her throat.

Grushka’s eyes went wide with shock, surprise, and confusion all at once. The Imperial Archmage—the Dean of the Imperial Academy—was melting into Xavier’s kisses right in front of her.

"Ahhn... haah...Why did you do that?" Milfias asked, face flushed, finally pulling her lips away against every wish of her own body.