Chapter 144
Chapter 144
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 144
Chapter Title: Aurora's Defense
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"Enough already."
At my command, Aurora—who had been greedily working my length—lifted her head. Her eyes were glazed, brimming with a desperate, unquenchable thirst. Overcome by a new kind of avarice, she seemed physically pained to pull away, but she eventually retreated, kneeling before me with her chin raised in submission.
I rubbed my cock—slick with her saliva and precum—across her flushed face. For the once-fastidious, germaphobic Aurora, this would have been an unthinkable indignity. But the new Aurora simply scrunched her nose with a soft, needy hum and inhaled the scent.
"Master Max’s… wicked scent…" she murmured, her expression vacant and entranced. "I want it. Please… I want sex."
I looked down at her plea, thick with a longing that bordered on agony, and simply shook my head. "No."
"...Why? Master, why not?" She peered up at me, genuinely flustered. Her body was already wired for the reward; her hips bucked instinctively as her breath turned into shallow pants.
"There is something you need to promise first."
"Wh-what is it? Anything..."
"As the Head of the Life Magic School, you have a job to do."
"Ah..." She let out a small gasp, her head nodding frantically. "The school... money? Compensation? I can wire any amount... just name it."
A massive payout from Life Magic would certainly stabilize our finances, but it was a poisoned chalice. If a sudden fortune flowed from a major school to a backwater shop like ours, every vulture in the capital would circle. The old Aurora was obsessed with her faction’s purity—if she suddenly started splurging on the competition, the Meister and Goldmoon Schools would smell a rat immediately.
‘Aurora being here at all means the internal vote to investigate us already passed,’ I thought. I knew the inner workings of these schools better than anyone. They wouldn't have let her off the leash otherwise.
‘She must have talked them into letting her lead the investigation for her own reasons.’ The catalyst was likely Yuris—Life Magic’s biggest donor visiting our shop was too much to ignore. If Aurora wired us a fortune now, internal probes would be triggered within the hour.
‘It’s not worth the risk.’ I hadn't broken someone like Aurora just for pocket change. I did it to protect the shop—and to protect the Illusion School.
"Go back and tell them our shop is clean. Play the role of the haughty Head to perfection."
"Yes... I understand. For Cock Master—no, for Master Max—I’ll give them everything they want to hear!" Bewitched and broken, she nodded with terrifying enthusiasm.
"Good. You understand your orders. Now, spread your legs. Consider this your reward—now nail the job and report back."
Gulp.
Aurora swallowed hard and threw her thighs open. A messy trail of heat was already slicking her skin.
"Put it in, please... Pound me deep with Master Max’s cock. I’m going to lose it..."
Her eyes, drenched in dopamine, gleamed with madness. I thrust my rigid length into her soaking heat.
"Hnnngggg!!!"
She shuddered violently the instant I bottomed out. She wasn't just breathing anymore; she was panting like a beast. I gripped her waist and claimed her as a reward. This dopamine-pickled version of Aurora would cherish this moment forever; it was the fuel she needed to slave away as a hated Illusion mage’s pet.
"I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Master, I’m losing it—!!"
Psssh! Her release soaked the both of us, the room suddenly heavy with a musky, briny scent. I stroked her head as she convulsed in a non-stop climax. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, imprinting my scent onto her very soul. The "Broken Mage" was like a runaway truck with no brakes, and I was the only one in the driver's seat.
"Haa... haa..."
Meiko arrived at the Magic Department—the viper's nest where the heads of every school gathered. She was drenched in sweat from sprinting, her lungs burning, but she didn't care.
‘I have to settle this now.’
It was an outrage. A 20% budget cut? Sure, their student count was low, but they had provided the research backbone for dozens of joint projects. Now, they were being discarded like trash.
"Head Meiko, please. You must wait for the scheduled meeting," the clerk said with a bored, condescending smile.
"No! This is an emergency summit—a Head's prerogative!"
"Apologies, but budget grievances are excluded from emergency calls. I’ll relay your request to the manager for an afternoon slot."
Meiko’s face contorted in a scowl. "Check the regulations. A Head can demand a Q&A session on budget allocations. Enforce it!"
After a grueling hour of bureaucratic wrestling, she finally scored a seat. The conference room was cold, filled with the "Big Six" and their suits.
"Been a while, Meiko," Ri Grant of the Blaster School drawled. "You look... frazzled."
"Where is Aurora?" Meiko asked, eyeing the empty seat.
"Out on a separate matter. She’ll be here."
Meiko looked at the lineup. The pillars of the Empire’s magic community were all there, looking down their noses at her.
"So the 'outcast' schools are just being skipped now?" Meiko snapped.
"We can't herd every minor faction, Meiko. We proxy their opinions," Ri Grant replied dismissively.
"No wonder the Magic Department has become nothing more than a lapdog for the Big Six lately."
The room went cold. "Mind your tongue, girl." "Budget cuts making you bitter?" "We heard you had private revenue—it’s only fair we trim the fat."
Meiko didn't flinch. "Private income? That’s a success story, not a reason for a penalty! You’re stunting growth to keep the monopoly!"
"Growth? Your school is overfunded per capita as it is," Kellon of Goldmoon chimed in. Nods of agreement rippled through the room. Meiko felt the walls closing in. She was alone in a room full of snakes.
‘We’re too weak...’ she realized with a sinking heart. Voice? Feeble. Power? Dwindling. Despair was starting to take root when the heavy doors clicked open.
Clack-clack.
The rhythmic, dignified sound of heels announced a new arrival.
"I’ve returned," Aurora said, stepping into the room with an air of untouchable authority.
"You’re late. Sit. We’re discussing the Illusion School’s... extracurriculars," Ri Grant prodded.
Meiko blinked. Extracurriculars?
"Recent intel suggests the Illusion School is summoning demons via... perverse rituals," Ri Grant continued, his eyes narrowing.
"What?" Meiko’s voice cracked. "Demons? That’s insane! We’re a pure Illusion faction!"
"Which is why Aurora went to personally inspect your disciple’s shop," Kellon added.
Meiko felt the blood drain from her face. She thought of Max. She thought of the "illusion" she had experienced with him—that vivid, terrifyingly real sensation. Did Max really...?
"Aurora," Ri Grant barked. "Report. What did you find in that shop? Give us the ammunition to shut them down."
The room went silent. Meiko held her breath.
Aurora leaned back, a faint, elegant smile playing on her lips. "Regrettably... I found absolutely nothing."
The silence turned into stunned confusion. "Nothing?"
"I cross-checked the intel myself," Aurora said with a casual shrug. "It appears the reports were baseless. A waste of my time, honestly. The shop is clean, and the disciple is... unremarkable."
Meiko stared at her, her mind racing. What the hell is going on? Max had been cleared by the most dangerous woman in the capital. But as she looked at Aurora’s calm, glowing face, Meiko couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.