Chapter 16: A Gentle Breeze at Dusk
The academy bell rang three times, echoing faintly across the fading sky. The sun had begun its descent, painting the rooftops in a soft amber hue as the city gradually fell under the calm veil of evening.
Sky walked along the cobbled path leading away from the east wing, hands in his pockets, lost in thought. As he turned the corner, a familiar figure caught his eye—silver hair glowing in the twilight.
It was Elen.
She walked with grace, her pace unhurried. Sky jogged a little to catch up.
"Hey!" he called out.
She turned, a gentle smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him.
"So," she began, tilting her head, "you don't stay in the dorms?"
Sky chuckled. "Do I look like someone who does?"
"Well…" she glanced at him up and down. "You look like a noble. Kind of… polished."
He smirked. "I might look like one, but I'm no noble. The gods—or maybe the genie of fate—played a cruel trick on me."
Her brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
Sky waved it off. "Ah, nothing. Forget it."
She smiled faintly but didn't press further. "Where do you live then?"
"Close by," he replied, his eyes briefly flicking toward hers. "You?"
"Just four houses from here," she said softly, her long elven ears twitching in the chill.
Sky noticed her shiver. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
Her eyes widened. "Oh… thank you."
He shrugged. "Can't have a wind mage freezing out here."
She laughed lightly. "So what are you studying, Sky?"
"I'm… fire," he said vaguely. "But enough about me. What about you?"
"I'm a wind mage," she replied. "And my bloodline… it lets me copy the skills of others."
"That sounds insanely useful."
She shook her head. "It's not that great. The skills I copy are weaker, and I can only use them if certain conditions are met. Timing, proximity, emotional states… It's complicated."
As they walked, the conversation flowed naturally, touching on everything from magic theory to strange dreams. A sense of comfort settled between them.
Eventually, Elen stopped in front of a small house with a garden of glowing blue flowers. "Well… this is me."
She hesitated, shifting her weight between her feet. Then—without thinking—she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a sudden, warm embrace.
Sky blinked.
Elen pulled back just slightly, her face turning red. Was that too fast? Stupid. Stupid. STUPID! she scolded herself inwardly, cheeks burning as she turned to leave.
But before she could, she felt a hand gently slide around her waist.
She froze.
He turned her back to face him, leaned in, and pressed his lips softly to hers.
Her eyes widened in shock—but only for a moment. Then they fluttered shut, her breath catching as she melted into the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, his voice was quiet, but certain.
"See you later, Elen."
She stood there speechless, her fingers brushing her lips, as Sky walked into the dusk with the faintest smirk on his face.
Sky's footsteps were light as he walked through the quiet streets, the city now cloaked in night. Lanterns flickered gently along the road, casting warm pools of light. His mind replayed the kiss—Elen's soft lips, the way her arms trembled, the surprise in her breath. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
By the time he reached his small home, the familiar warmth of the place greeted him like an old friend. He pushed the door open without a word.
Inside, Serena was wiping down the table, her long silver hair tied back in a simple braid. She didn't look up.
He didn't say anything either.
Instead, he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms gently around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Welcome home, Master Sky," she said, her tone calm and composed as always—but the faintest smile ghosted her lips.
He closed his eyes, taking in her scent—clean, soft, grounding. "I'm back," he murmured.
Her hands stilled as she let him hold her for a moment longer before resuming her task. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Go wash your hands."
Sky didn't move. "Serena."
"Yes?"
"Thanks… for everything."
Sky didn't move. "Serena."
"Yes?"
"Thanks… for everything."
He held her a bit tighter, warmth blooming between them in the quiet.
"…Serena, can you help me with something?" he asked softly, his voice dipping.
She paused as she felt his dick on her ass pressing slightly against her, his body betraying what words hadn't said yet.
She didn't pull away.
Instead, she raised an eyebrow, voice cool and teasing. "With what, Master Sky?"
Sky leaned in closer, whispering near her ear. "Can you… put it in your mouth?"
For a moment, silence.
Then a small, dangerous chuckle escaped her lips. "You're bold today."
Her fingers paused over the cloth she'd been wiping the table with, her body still against his.
"…Later," she whispered, brushing her fingers against his hand. "Dinner first. Then I'll serve dessert."
Sky grinned.
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