Chapter 32. The Stash in the Drawer(18+)

Chapter 32: 32. The Stash in the Drawer(18+)

Night had settled fully over Grayhollow. Soft lamplight filled the dining room.

The silverscale fish flaked cleanly under the forks and the last traces of steam rose from the plates.

Kael looked across the table at Seraphine.

"When do you leave for the Academy Entrance Exam?"

Seraphine lifted her gaze from her plate.

The thin transparent t-shirt shifted with the small movement, the soft outline of her nipples clear beneath the fabric.

Her crimson eyes carried the usual cool arrogance as she answered in a sharp, bratty tone.

"Two months later. I’m not staying in this border town forever while the others are already training."

She took another bite of the fish as if the matter required no further explanation.

Everyone in the family already knew the academy she meant. Two of her sisters were already there.

Kael’s eyes moved briefly over both girls.

The thin t-shirts left almost nothing hidden.

Seraphine’s red fabric clung to her petite frame, the small peaks of her nipples pressing clearly against the cloth.

Eira’s black t-shirt did the same, the soft curves of her small but full breasts and the darker circles of her nipples visible under the light.

The small silk panties, red on Seraphine and black on Eira, completed the picture of this world’s nature.

His cock hardened fully inside his pants. The heat was sudden and strong. He forced it down with deliberate control.

He did not just want their bodies.

He wanted to own everything they have, with the way he touched them, with the weight and thickness of his cock, until the desire came from them as much as from him.

He turned his attention to Eira.

"Can you still feel mana in your body? Are you able to use any of it?"

Eira’s expression changed at once.

The timid aura she usually carried cracked. Her eyes grew wet.

She slowly shook her head, pure white and pure black hair shifting with the motion.

No words came out.

The sadness on her face was clearly visible.

Kael felt a genuine pull of sympathy at the sight.

"Don’t worry. I’ll look for a remedy. Whatever is blocking your mana, we’ll find a way to deal with it soon."

Seraphine set her fork down with a sharp, deliberate click, her crimson eyes narrowing into sharp slits as she looked across the table.

"You? With those tiny scraps of mana? You can barely even feel mana yourself? What exactly do you plan to do about her mana?"

Kael met her crimson eyes without flinching. His tone stayed calm, almost quiet, but carried a clear edge of certainty.

"Don’t worry, Sera. After two months I’ll be a new man and I’ll go with you for the Entrance Exam as well."

Seraphine gave a short, humorless laugh.

"You think the academy will even let a borderline E-rank through the front gate? They’ll send you home before the first test is even finished."

Kael cut another piece of fish and spoke without raising his voice.

"We’ll see. Two months is a long time."

He looked at Eira again.

"You don’t have to push yourself. Just keep resting and eating properly. I’ll handle the rest."

Eira gave a small nod, eyes still slightly wet, and returned to her plate.

Seraphine leaned back in her chair as her jaw tightened in clear irritation at his stepdad’s sudden outburst confidence.

"You’re full of sudden confidence tonight. Did that broken sword you wasted money on give you some kind of delusion?"

Kael only smiled a little.

"Something like that."

They finished the meal in relative quiet. Eira nodded once more when Kael asked if she had eaten enough.

Seraphine pushed her empty plate forward and stood without another word.

Kael rose as well.

"Good night, both of you. Get some rest."

Seraphine already turned toward the stairs. Eira murmured a soft good night and followed.

Halfway up the stairs Eira paused, then came back down a few steps.

Her split-colored hair framed her face as she looked at him with a shy expression.

​"Good night, d-d’dad..."

Kael’s smile softened hearing her calling him dad.

He reached out and gently patted her hair, fingers moving through the pure white and pure black strands.

"Good night, Eira."

A small, quiet happiness flickered across her face before she turned and hurried the rest of the way up.

Her door closed softly a moment later.

Seraphine’s door had already shut.

Kael went to his own room, the one directly beside Seraphine’s, and closed the door behind him.

The sheathed mulberry sword rested against the wall where he had left it.

He sat on the edge of the bed and called the system.

’System. How do I meet the goddess again?’

The reply came at once, flat and absolute.

[Host’s Strength is insufficient for meeting the goddess]

Kael clicked his tongue and dismissed the window thinking about how much strength he will have to achieve for meeting the goddess again.

’I’m still a E-ranker. I guess I have a long way to go. First let’s calm my little brother down there. It seems to be standing for too long.’

He then pulled open the bottom drawer of the small desk beside the bed.

Inside lay a small stack of adult magazines of this world, the paper thick and faintly luminous.

’The original bastard had squandered nearly an entire year’s income in gold coins just to build up this costly stash of magical adult books.’

Kael thought looking at all the female naked bodies cover on the magazines stash.

He took one titled The Slutty Elf and opened it.

The illustrations were vivid, colored with a clarity that ordinary printing could never achieve.

The pages turned by themselves at a slow, deliberate pace.

Within the drawings the elf girl’s body moved with lifelike motion, her hips rolling, her breasts shifting, her mouth opening and closing around the thick cock of the male figure.

Kael’s cock, already half-hard from the dinner table, thickened fully.

He unfastened his pants, freed the heavy length, and wrapped his hand around it.

The warm weight filled his palm as he began to stroke slowly, eyes fixed on the moving illustrations of the slutty elf while the night deepened outside his window.

He tightened his grip and started moving his hand up and down in a steady rhythm.

The golden-haired elf on the page had long pointed ears and a delicate face twisted in pleasure.

She took the huge, veiny cock deep into her throat without resistance, her tongue sliding along the underside with practiced ease.

The moving illustration mixed with the real wet sounds of his own fist working his thick dick.

Schlick... schlick... schlick...

Low groans slipped from Kael’s throat as he kept stroking. Five minutes passed. Then ten.

His breathing grew heavier. The thick head of his cock glistened with precum.

The elf on the page continued deepthroating without pause, saliva dripping down the drawn dick while her throat bulged with each push.

In the next room Seraphine sat on her bed with an ordinary history book open in her lap.

Her thoughts drifted for a moment.

’I should not read adult books today. Had a really weird dream yesterday. I don’t want that bastard to apoear in my dream again.’

The memory made her scowl. She forced her attention back to the page. After a while her throat felt dry.

She set the book aside and stood, intending to go downstairs for water.

She stepped into the hallway. As she passed Kael’s door a faint, low groan reached her ears.

Her senses caught it clearly. There was no soundproofing barrier on the room. The wet rhythmic sound that followed was unmistakable.

Seraphine stopped as her eyes narrowed.

She moved closer to the door and listened for another few seconds.

Then she raised one finger. A thin red strip of mana slid silently into the lock.

The mechanism turned without a sound.

She eased the door open a narrow crack and looked inside.

What she saw made her freeze as her eyes diluted.

Kael lay on the bed with two pillows under his head.

One hand held the open adult magazine, the pages turning by themselves as he read.

His other hand moved steadily up and down a thick, heavily veined cock that stood fully erect from his open pants.

Clear precum leaked nonstop from the swollen tip, making each stroke slick and easy. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room.

His eyes stayed fixed on the moving illustrations, completely lost in his own world, low groans slipping from his throat with every upward pull of his fist.

Seraphine’s crimson eyes locked onto the cock itself.

The shape. The color. The thick veins running along the shaft. The heavy weight of it.

It was the exact same one from the dream.

The one she had taken into her mouth.

The one that had stretched her lips and spilled across her tongue while a rough voice ordered her to drink.

A sudden, unwanted itch bloomed deep between her thighs, right against the thin red silk of her panties.

The sensation was sharp and insistent, forcing her to press her legs together for a moment as she continued to stare through the narrow opening of the door.

She told herself it was only the residual effect of the strange dream. Nothing more.

Yet her eyes refused to leave the thick, glistening shaft that her stepdad kept stroking with slow, focused strokes while the illustrated elf on the page took every inch without difficulty.

The hallway remained silent except for the soft wet sounds coming from inside the room and the faint turning of the magical pages.

Seraphine stood motionless in the crack of the door, crimson eyes fixed on the scene she had never expected to see, the itch between her legs growing stronger with every second as her pale knuckles gripped the doorframe.