Free Web NovelChapter 47: The Archmage’s Reward [18+]
Arthur walked down the quiet, polished halls of the administration wing. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the screen.
A private summons from his homeroom teacher.
He swiped over to his banking app. A notification flashed at the top of the screen: Incoming Transfer: 50,000 Credits. Sender: L. Braveheart. The funds had just cleared. He had already extorted the protagonist.
He pushed open the heavy mahogany door.
"You asked for me, Professor?"
Elena Moon sat behind her massive oak desk. She looked immaculate. She wore a tight, high-collared white silk blouse and a strict black pencil skirt. The flawless High Elf Archmage. freewebnøvel.com
"Cadet Vance," Elena said. Her voice was noticeably tighter than usual. "Close the door." freёwebnovel.com
Arthur pushed the heavy door shut. The brass lock clicked into place. He pulled out the heavy wooden guest chair and sat down casually, crossing his legs and resting his arms on the armrests.
"The administration has finalized the payout for your squad’s SSS-Rank," Elena stated. She slid a thick parchment envelope and a glowing gold credit chip across the polished wood. "A ten thousand credit bonus per squad member. Plus priority access to the second-tier armory."
"Generous," Arthur noted. He picked up the gold chip, pocketing it. "I expected more red tape after Braveheart broke the containment seal."
"The broken seal was a catastrophic failure of the dungeon monitoring system," Elena replied, leaning back in her chair. "Rewarding the squad that killed the Level 45 Death Knight is the easiest way to keep the noble families quiet."
"Damage control. Got it."
"You understand that what you did defies standard magical theory," Elena continued. Her tone shifted. It was no longer a professor addressing a student. It was an investigator probing a complete anomaly. "A dead last student became so strong in such a short span of time. The math does not work."
"Maybe the math is wrong," Arthur replied flatly.
"Maybe your textbooks need updating," Arthur replied smoothly.
Elena watched him. The standard faculty-student dynamic was completely dead. He had just cleared a B-Rank raid boss, and the raw authority he carried right now made her pulse hammer. She didn’t care about the math anymore.
She shifted in her high-backed leather chair. Underneath the mahogany desk, the modesty panel was completely missing.
She deliberately parted her legs.
Arthur’s high perception instantly caught the movement. The slit of her black skirt fell open, exposing her pale thighs. She wasn’t entirely bare, but it was close. She was wearing a pair of incredibly sheer, crimson lace panties. The fabric was practically see-through, acting as nothing more than an erotic frame. Wisps of perfectly manicured silver hair—matching the hair on her head—curled past the edges of the lace.
Arthur didn’t blink. He didn’t politely look away. He stared directly at her exposed center. His gaze was heavy, unapologetic, and completely locked onto the damp lace and the silver bush peeking through it.
Elena held the pose for a few agonizing seconds. Her breath hitched. A dark flush crawled up her elegant neck, turning the tips of her pointed ears bright red.
She slowly crossed her legs, snapping the skirt shut.
"You earned your reward," Elena breathed, her voice dropping an octave.
"I earned a lot of things on Friday," Arthur said, leaning back in his chair. "Let’s talk about this armory access."
She stood up. Her legs were visibly trembling. She turned her back to him and walked toward a massive bookshelf on the far wall. The tight pencil skirt hugged her wide hips perfectly, swaying with every deliberate step.
"The second-tier armory is usually restricted to third-year cadets and silver-rank guild hunters," Elena explained, reaching for a thick, leather-bound book on the top shelf. "Weapons forged with monster cores. Defensive gear woven with pure mana."
As her fingers grazed the spine of the catalog, she fumbled it.
The heavy book hit the carpet with a dull thud.
"Oh," Elena murmured.
She didn’t crouch to pick it up. She kept her legs perfectly straight and bent entirely at the waist. Her skirt hiked dangerously high. Arthur got a flawless, unobstructed view of her heavy ass. The back of the crimson panties was nothing but a thin string, completely disappearing into her ass crack.
"Clumsy today, Professor?" Arthur asked lazily.
Elena bit her lip, her fingers gripping the leather spine of the catalog. She stayed bent over for an extra two seconds, soaking in the absolute thrill of exposing herself. The adrenaline from the danger of getting caught spiked her libido through the roof.
She stood back up, her chest heaving. She walked back to the desk. Instead of sitting in her chair, she hopped up and sat directly on the edge of the mahogany table, right in front of Arthur.
She crossed her bare legs, the skirt riding up her thigh again. She leaned forward, holding the heavy catalog out to him. The sudden movement severely strained the tight silk of her blouse.
Pop.
The top two buttons snapped off. They clattered onto the polished wood.
Her heavy, bra-less cleavage completely spilled out, pressing aggressively against the remaining fabric. The pale, soft flesh heaved with every ragged breath she took. Her stiff nipples pressed clearly against the thin white silk.
"This is the catalog," Elena whispered. Her golden eyes were blown out with lust. She was practically panting. "Choose one weapon or armor piece. It will be delivered directly to your dorm room by tomorrow morning."
Arthur didn’t take the book immediately. He leaned forward in his chair. He looked at her bare thighs, her spilling cleavage, and finally met her flushed face.
"Just one?" Arthur smirked.
"Academy regulations," she breathed. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily, grinding against the edge of the desk. "One per student. High-tier artifacts are strictly monitored by Principal Vespera."
"I’m sure I’ll find something useful."
Arthur reached out and took the catalog from her hands. As he pulled the book away, he deliberately dragged his fingers straight up her bare thigh, stopping just an inch short of her sheer panties.
Elena let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. Her back arched slightly, pushing her heavy cleavage further into his line of sight. A drop of sweat rolled down her neck and vanished into the deep trench between her breasts.
Arthur stood up, tucking the heavy catalog under his arm. He looked down at her. A highly respected Archmage reduced to a trembling, horny mess on her own desk.
"I’ll make my selection tonight," Arthur said, turning toward the door. "Make sure the delivery is fast."
"It will be," Elena promised eagerly. She didn’t even try to cover her chest. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles were white.
Arthur walked to the door. He grabbed the brass handle and pulled it open. He paused, looking over his shoulder.
"And Professor?"
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Fix your blouse before the next cadet walks in," Arthur said, his voice completely deadpan. "Unless that’s the new standard uniform."
He stepped out into the hallway and pulled the heavy door shut behind him.
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The heavy mahogany door clicked shut.
Elena lasted exactly three seconds before her knees gave out. She slumped backward into her high-backed leather chair, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The lingering weight of Arthur’s eyes still burned on her skin. He had looked at her exposed center like he already owned it.
She couldn’t take the heat anymore. Her entire body was practically vibrating with need.
Her hands were shaking violently. She grabbed the collar of her silk blouse and pulled, tearing the remaining fabric apart. She didn’t care about the ruined clothes. She shoved her skirt up to her waist, hooked her fingers under the sheer crimson lace of her panties, and ripped them down her thighs.
She was completely exposed. And she was absolutely dripping wet.
She let out a needy, pathetic whine and shoved two fingers deep inside her soaking slit. They sank to the knuckles effortlessly, slick with her own hot juices.
"Fuck," Elena gasped, her head falling back against the leather headrest. "He just stared at it. He made me so fucking wet."
She started pumping her fingers in and out, her hips thrusting upward to meet her hand. Her thumb found her swollen, highly sensitive clit. She flicked it rapidly, chasing the electric shock of pleasure. She pinched the aching little nub, rolling it between her fingers until her breath hitched. The sheer, intoxicating arousal from his dominant gaze was completely melting her brain.
With her right hand working her dripping core, her left hand moved up to her bare chest. She grabbed her heavy breast, squeezing the soft flesh tightly together. She ducked her chin, pushing her breast upward until her stiff, aching nipple met her lips. She took it into her mouth and bit down on the sensitive peak.
A sharp, jagged moan tore from her throat.
"It’s his fault," she panted around her own nipple. Her fingers were sliding faster and faster, her wetness making loud, obscene slapping noises in the quiet office. "He makes me feel so desperate. I need a release. I need him."
She let go of her breast and threw her head back. She was entirely losing her mind. The strict, aristocratic Archmage was gone, replaced by a shameless, horny mess begging to be used.
"I want him to push me down onto this desk," she whimpered, the filthy words tumbling out of her mouth. "I want him to wrap his hands around my throat and choke me. I want him to tear me open and rail me like a lowly whore. Breed my pathetic pussy until I can’t even stand."
The vulgar fantasy pushed her completely over the edge. The pressure building in her lower stomach tightened into a searing, unbearable knot.
Every muscle in her body locked.
The release was absolute.
Elena screamed. Her spine arched violently off the leather chair, pushing her hips into the air. Her entire body convulsed.
A massive, pressurized stream of hot fluid squirted directly from her core. It sprayed wildly through the air, completely soaking the edge of the mahogany desk, splashing over her official academy documents, and raining heavily onto the floor. She kept squirting, her hips jerking and twitching as crushing waves of pleasure wrecked her nervous system. She couldn’t stop. Her juices pumped out of her in heavy, rhythmic pulses, leaving a massive puddle on the leather seat.
Finally, the violent spasms began to fade.
Elena slumped completely back into the chair, utterly ruined. Her legs were splayed wide open, dripping wet and trembling uncontrollably. Her chest heaved as she desperately gasped for air, her skin flushed dark pink.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, surrounded by the scent of her own arousal. She was exhausted, humiliated, and completely addicted.
And the only thing she wanted was for Arthur Vance to walk right back through that door.
