Chapter 241: Thea Comes Over

Thea arrived at the high-rise mid-morning, dressed in a tight black skirt and a loose flowing blue jumper that hid the shape of her breasts.

Kalon let her in and she walked past him. It allowed him to get a good glance of the way her ass swayed in the tight black skirt.

After entering the room, Thea turned around to look at Kalon with her round blue eyes.

"So... you got my message."

"I did." Kalon closed the door. "You resigned from the academy just like that?"

Thea let out a sign.

"Yes, I did."

He waited. Thea set her bag down by the counter, rubbed her palms once against her thighs, then turned to face him properly.

"My new skill made something obvious to me," she said. "Ouroboros Circuit. Life and Death together. The academy can still teach me the fundamentals of combat, but where have I really made the most progress? It’s when I’m outside of the academy, doing something on my own or with you."

Kalon leaned against the counter. It was true, he couldn’t deny what she was saying.

Everyone saw the academy as a place of security. As long as you finished school, you was almost guaranteed a professional contract with some sort of organisation.

Dropping out was a huge risk for anyone with aspirations. However, someone with true talent, such as an S rank skill or above did not need to worry about that risk.

Finding someone to recruit them would not be difficult at all.

"Which organisation are you joining then?" Kalon asked.

Thea’s mouth tightened slightly.

"None."

"None?" Kalon repeated.

That completely threw his line of thought.

"I want to stay uncontracted." She said it carefully, like she already knew how it sounded. "Manage myself. Take fights when I choose them. Train how I want. It’s rare, I know. Uncontracted fighters make much less money and get worse cards. Miss out on sponsorships. Boards treat them like a hassle. The media look at an uncontracted fighter as if they are ruining the fight card. I don’t care. I don’t want to be governed by another organisation’s schedule and image rules."

Kalon watched her for a second. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind.

"Your mother won’t like that. She always wanted you to join her organisation once you left the academy."

"I know."

Thea’s cheeks coloured. She looked at the window instead of him when she continued.

"She’ll have advice. She always does. She’ll say I’m wasting the Bluegale name and throwing away easy sponsorship routes. She might even be right about the money."

Her fingers curled against the edge of the counter.

"But this also means I can spend more time with you. Properly. Not around class hours and academy restrictions. Not sneaking training around curfew and attendance marks."

She forced herself to look back at him.

"That matters to me. Even if she hates the decision." She finished.

The honesty sat plain between them.

Kalon crossed the space and stopped in front of her. "You’re sure."

"I’m sure."

He put a hand on her waist and kissed her.

Thea kissed back at once, relief and want mixed together. Her hands slid up his chest and gripped his shirt. When he deepened it, she made a soft sound into his mouth and pressed closer, soft breasts flattening against him through her top. Kalon squeezed her hip, then her ass, and felt her push into the touch instead of pulling away.

"Come here," he said. "Let me show you how much I support you."

He walked her backward toward the wide couch by the window. London sat far below the glass, grey and busy.

Thea let him guide her, already breathing faster. When the backs of her legs hit the couch, Kalon turned her around and stood close behind her. He kissed the side of her neck once, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and underwear.

"Kalon—"

"Stay there."

He pulled both down in one go. Thea stepped out of them without being asked, face warm, bare from the waist down in the open light of the high-rise. Kalon pressed between her shoulder blades until she bent forward over the arm of the couch, ass up, thighs slightly parted. From that angle her pussy was fully visible between soft cheeks, pink and already a little wet.

Kalon went to his knees behind her.

Thea’s breath caught the second she felt his hands spread her. He had a clear view of everything. Soft folds. The tight ring of her asshole above. The full curve of her ass right in his face. He leaned in and dragged his tongue up the length of her pussy in one slow stripe, from front to back, and felt her whole body jolt.

"Ah—"

He did it again, firmer, then settled in properly and started eating her out from behind. His mouth sealed over her, tongue working between her lips, pushing into her, then dragging back up to focus on her clit. Thea’s hands gripped the couch cushion hard. Every time she tried to close her thighs a little, he pulled them back open and kept going.

"Kalon— that’s—"

He ignored the half-formed words and licked her deeper. His nose pressed into the soft underside of her ass while his tongue fucked into her pussy. Wet sounds filled the space between her spread legs. Thea’s back arched. Her ass pushed back against his face without her seeming to decide on it, chasing his mouth. When he sucked directly on her clit she let out a broken moan and her knees shifted on the floor for balance.

Kalon squeezed both cheeks hard, spread her wider, and buried his face properly against her. He licked through her thoroughly, tongue flat one moment and pointed the next, fucking into her hole and then returning to her clit until her wetness was on his mouth and chin. Thea moaned into the couch and tried to keep her legs from shaking while he ate her messily from behind, ass in his face, pussy open under his tongue.