Valencia Sisters (2)
The excruciating pain Yushin had endured in Granata stemmed from the Demon Core of Flames coiled in his dantian rebelling. It had reacted to Sabnack. Or more precisely, to the half of the Demon Core she still harbored within her.
The power of Rampage Flames yearned to reunite. But it wasn't seeking a return to Sabnack. On the contrary, the Demon Core desired a rematch between Yushin and Sabnack, with the authority fully vesting in the victor of that battle.
'The Demon Core just wants to belong to the strong. No strings attached about it having to go back to a demon.' Yushin muttered to himself.
True to that, the Rampage Flames power nestled in his dantian now bent to his will. It had only briefly clashed with the six embers in his heart before he carefully fused the two energies, minimizing the backlash. Perhaps as a result, the six embers—which had once emitted a bluish glow—now took on a reddish hue.
Whoosh.
Not just the six embers anymore. A new one—the faint 'seventh' ember—made its presence known, however weakly.
This ember had formed from energy emanating from the Demon Core of Flames, a power utterly different in nature from his existing six embers. It was the might of a Demon King.
'The Seven Ember realm... though it's too small to call it that yet. I could push the Demon Core harder, but the original embers might rebel, so best to shelve it for now.'
The path to the Seven Ember realm had opened. Yushin decided to be content with that for the moment.
If Six Ember marked the pinnacle for humans, Seven Ember transcended humanity into the realm of the inhuman. Even in the Holy Empire, where countless heroes and champions gathered, Seven Ember—and realms beyond—were the stuff of legends.
"Inhuman, huh..."
In a quiet, deserted spot, Yushin rose from his mana breathing position, legs crossed no more. It had been ages since he'd last practiced it. Most knights honed their mind and body with mana breathing at dawn or late evening, but Yushin only did it sporadically—when he'd gained insight or spotted potential.
"To reach Master's level, I gotta get way stronger from here. Hah... fat chance. As if I'd ever stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him. That guy's a real monster."
Yushin shook his head, thinking of his master, Heinkel. Even after absorbing the Demon Core of Flames, he knew he couldn't dare challenge that man's realm. A wry smile crossed his lips.
He was a true monster. Only a scant few knew it.
If there were beings in this world you absolutely shouldn't touch, Heinkel was one of them. Because he was...
...in the Nine Ember realm, the strongest knight with nine embers in his heart.
"Master!"
It was late at night, when everyone was asleep and only a skeleton crew patrolled the halls now and then. Alonne came trotting up, beaming at Yushin as she planted herself in front of him. She'd clearly been searching, her breaths coming in short gasps.
"What? Something up?"
"Got a question about the graduation exam."
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"
"You're so dense."
Alonne pouted and turned her head with a pffft. She grabbed Yushin's hand and tugged him toward her room.
Thud.
Once she'd led him inside, Alonne shut the door and immediately started stripping. She changed into the academy's graduation uniform laid out on the bed and struck a pose for him.
"Whaddya think? Cute, right?"
"Kinda slutty."
"We've had sex like a million times, and now you're getting shy? You're making me embarrassed!"
"Ahem. Still... in uniform? That's a bit much."
"You told Sis to wear hers!"
How'd you know that? Yushin was genuinely thrown by Alonne knowing about his request to Ardena.
Seeing him flustered, Alonne grinned mischievously. She pinched the hem of her skirt and lifted it just enough—teasingly high. Her snow-white thighs, compressed by white thigh-highs, peeked out shyly. Beyond them, frilly white panties came into view.
Caught in this trifecta of thigh-highs, thighs, and panties, Yushin felt his lower half stiffen unmistakably.
"Already hard? Total perv."
"You're the one turning me on!"
"Eek!"
Yushin scooped up Alonne's slender shoulders and tossed her onto the bed.
Flop.
Alonne sprawled out. Her golden blonde hair, reaching her shoulders, fanned out with a shhh, embroidering the sheets. Her breaths grew ragged, expectant—as if she knew sex was imminent. Her dainty breasts quivered with each excited exhale. Her white shirt had ridden up, exposing a plump, softly bulging belly.
"Just ask me next time, not Sis."
"Jealous?"
"Hmph!"
"So cute."
Yushin approached the bed, overlaying her body with his, and planted a kiss on her adorable cheek. A smile bloomed on Alonne's lips. Her pale cheeks flushed peach-like as she grinned wide, revealing neat teeth. It made him want to kiss her more.
He leaned down, sharing a deep kiss with Alonne. Their bodies pressed tight. She stretched her arms to embrace him fully, eagerly accepting his lips.
Smooch, smack.
The lewd sounds of saliva-slick lips filled the air.
"Master, undress me."
"If this is your ploy to seduce a guy, it's a pass. Where'd you even learn this?"
"Figured a huge perv like you would love stripping a uniform off."
"..."
Am I really that much of a perv?
Muttering that, Yushin peeled off Alonne's uniform layer by layer, giving in to desire. Her pristine nakedness emerged bit by bit. Shyly perky nipples. A plump belly and cute navel. Her pale skin, flushed with tension and arousal, carried Alonne's signature sweet scent—stoking his lust to a boil.
"Put the jacket back on first."
"Mmm, okay."
Yushin draped the sky-blue tailored jacket over her now-nude form. Obscenely exposed yet jacket-clad, Alonne didn't mind. It was Master's request. And sex in uniform promised that thrilling edge of risk.
"Already soaked. Were you hoping for this?"
Yushin slid his hand downward, tugged off her panties, and stroked her pussy. He caressed the cutely clenched slit. Rubbing the barely-fuzzed mound, he confirmed it slick with arousal fluid. Despite their many romps, Alonne's pussy remained tight-sealed.
Bold like her—perfectly straight-lined. He flicked and pinched the labia playfully.
"All your fault, Master. You made me like this!"
"Sure, let's go with that."
Yushin unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, and freed his raging erection. His masculine scent thickened. Alonne swallowed hard, shyly spreading her legs.
She was used to welcoming a man by now. They'd done it plenty. Unlike her sister, who'd only recently lost her virginity. At twenty-one, the younger sister was climbing higher than her 320-year-old sibling.
"Mmm, ah! D-don't tease... put it in already."
"Hold on, condom first."
His cockhead prodded her pussy. The heated slit quivered, plump labia trembling as if eager. But first, protection. Alonne was still an academy student. Pregnancy would spell disaster.
Getting caught knocking up his disciple? Social and ethical suicide.
"It's fine... raw. Let's do it raw."
"No way. Absolutely not."
"I'm graduating soon. So it's okay. Huh? Creampie me? I want Master's baby."
Alonne whined, clinging to him with nasal coquetry. Her soft skin brushing his—irresistible. Yushin threw up his hands in surrender.
"Don't blame me later if something happens."
He warned, though of course he'd take responsibility. He always did for his actions. Not some playboy Casanova; Yushin had only been with three women total. He treasured every bond.
"Ahh!"
Bare cock plunged in. Alonne's clenched labia yielded to the scorching shaft forcing entry. She let out an excited moan.
"Hnnng... aaah!"
Parting the vise-like lips, the thick rod burrowed through slick vaginal walls. Tight as ever—wrinkles gripping palpably. Yushin savored her pussy, easing in inch by inch.
"Hnnng!! H-how's it...? My pussy... tasty?"
Her lower mouth stuffed with girth, Alonne asked in a trembling voice. Arms around his neck, legs locking his waist like a vice. Each moan made her small nipples jiggle atop pale breasts.
Yushin cupped her modest chest and began thrusting.
"Super sweet and delicious."
Teasing back playfully, he nipped her long elven ear.
* * *
A high elf woman with golden hair cascading to her waist stormed down the hall in fury. She was in a foul mood—thanks to a man who seemed to have forgotten their promise.
He had made it first. Pushed an unreasonable demand that left her flustered. Yet now he acted like it never happened—Yushin had blacked it out completely. Ardena was genuinely pissed.
'N-not that I want to dress like some slut...! It's for the promise! Gotta keep my word!'
'No choice,' 'don't wanna but have to,' 'promise leaves me no option'—muttering excuses, Ardena searched for Yushin. He wasn't in his room. Out on a late-night jaunt.
She checked Allen's room, fuming—just in case. Thankfully, no Yushin.
'Allen Rocksfield. If you'd been doing something filthy with that woman this late, I'd have sliced off your lower sausage...!'
Not his room, not Allen's. A maid mentioned he'd been in the garden, seated in lotus for mana breathing. Must still be there.
Ardena headed that way to check on him—still at it so late. But a sudden thought halted her. She turned.
"...No way."
She resumed walking. Toward Alonne's room.
Anxiety gnawed. The unease whenever Yushin and Alonne stuck together, all chummy. She'd chalked it up to mentor-disciple bonding. Lately, though... maybe something more? Romantic?
'They hung out at home and academy, sure... but Alonne's still a kid. No dating experience.'
Ridiculous to suspect. Yet her feet carried her to her sister's door.
Anxiety surged. Her steps quickened. Bedtime by now. Alonne kicked covers off in her sleep—might need tucking in. To quell her gut instinct, prove it was baseless jealousy with her own eyes.