Free Web NovelCeles’ disposition changed after sharing her true name. Her commanding presence became more argumentative like a spoiled child, and she complained, “Now that I gave you what you wanted, you have to make an oath to me. It’s only fair.”
No longer bound by the draining rope, she put on her enchanted robes and became a ravishing beauty once again. Linhart was spellbound by the sudden transformation. Her hair gleamed with gemstones, her eyes glowed purple, and her thin body took on a heavenly sheen, but her lips remained a hard line. She was clearly displeased that Octavia had coerced her into sharing her true name, which all Mages have but few share publicly.
Linhart looked over her perfect features, and said, “Celes, I like you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. How can I show you that I have good intentions to work with you. Name your terms, and I will meet them.”
She thought for a moment, her delicate finger touching her chin, “Hmm… the terms of your servitude…”
“No, no, no!” Octavia interrupted shaking her head, placing a protective arm around Linhart. “Celestherynna, there are no terms of servitude. You will ask a fair trade for the items and training you provide, and you will not do anything perverse to him, or take advantage of his innocent nature.”
Celes ground her teeth and scowled at Octavia, so much that it looked like she wanted to bite her. But her eyes were calculating, and she turned to Linhart and hissed, “The oath… for me to trust you… Swear to me that you will visit me in my private quarters every week, no… twice every week… and you won’t bring this woman with you. Swear to me!”
Linhart could feel the air thicken around him and a weight pressing down upon his shoulders. She was casting the Oath spell once more. Well, if this is what it takes to win her over. He answered without hesitation, “I swear it.”
“Now seal it with a kiss…” she added excitedly, her enchanting smile filled his vision as she leaned in so close he could feel her breath on his face. He met her soft, succulent lips and a jolt of energy passed between them as the spell was sealed. It stretched on in his mind for minutes… A feeling of burden, ever so slight, and the mage’s passionate mana were both conveyed through that kiss. He was bound by her oath.
Celes, her confidence restored, celebrated with a squeal. She whirled on Octavia and laughed in her face, before walking out of the Nexus. Linhart watched her luscious behind sway as she walked away. A little unsteady still, perhaps from the sex, but she turned and called, “Remember, twice a week… My room code is ‘Phoenix’. Don’t keep me waiting!”
Linhart continued to watch the doorway she’d exited from even after she’d gone, hoping perhaps that she would appear once again. It wasn’t until Octavia reached out to caress his bare chest that he looked away. She hadn’t yet donned her toga again and his eyes drifted over her naked curves. Her round breasts looked magnificent under the amethyst lighting.
“I won’t make you swear an oath, but will you visit me twice a week as well?” she asked cutely.
“Of course, Octavia,” he replied with a smile and a peck on her cheek, “You’ll always be my number one Stratega!”
“You’re telling the truth,” she exclaimed delightedly. She lunged into him, knocking him over and laughing as her body landed on his. “You know, it’s far past your Fighter curfew. I think you should rest here tonight.”
Linhart smiled back up at this gorgeous woman who had him pinned to the floor. Thalia was hovering nearby as well, a look that combined worry and lust painted on her face. “I will stay, but I doubt we will get any sleep.” ƒгeewebnovёl.com
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At seven bells in the morning, Linhart walked into the Theater of the Sun Princess with a spring in his step. He had spent the night in Octavia's bedroom and still gotten the rest he had badly needed. After Celes had left they had had sex several more times, with Thalia volunteering her assistance in any way she could. The poor girl had looked like a heart-broken shell of her old self. But his promise to return soon for training and boosting seemed enough to quell her sorrow, as well as Octavia's endless libido, and he found himself waking up on the bedroom floor well-rested, and with time enough to attend his morning courses.
He had promised himself that this time around he would attend every course every day, starting with Anatomy 101. So driven was he to do it right this time around, that he didn't even stop by Fighter Hall first, choosing to wear the same uniform as yesterday. In his arms hung the heavily weighted basket that he’d been given; a beige cloth kept curious eyes from seeing the binder devices it contained. The theater was half-full of energetic freshmen of all classes. Their voices were clamoring with excitement at attending their first day of studies at the Academy.
This time, Linhart was able to pick out dozens of familiar faces in the crowd, though none of them recognized him. None of them except two.
“Linhart, Linhart!” Serapha and Drystan called from the second row, “Over here! We saved you a seat.”
Linhart was overcome by a surreal sensation at seeing his two friends once more. Their time together at the Circled Square now felt dream-like, but this moment, with the three of them together; it was the start of his new reality.
Though, the timeline was similar to his last go around, his senses were picking up enough deviation that he knew there would be no way to predict his future's events. The longer he progressed making different decisions, the further this reality would deviate from the previous. Already, sitting sandwiched between Serapha and Drystan, he felt the changes occurring around him. Ignoring his pensive mood, she sat with her leg and arm touching him.
"Why can't I sit in between you two?" she pouted.
Drystan reply with fast and cruel. "Because I want to sit next to my best friend Linhart, not my perverted friend, Serapha."
“Ugh, I cannot believe you don’t trust your childhood friend,” she complained. “At least Linhart isn’t afraid of sitting next to me, right Lin?”
"I don't mind at all," he agreed, though mentally he was trying hard not to think about it. Her lovely chest pressed against him while she joked across to Drystan, and it was causing his pants to become uncomfortably tight. He sat quietly appreciating this return to better times, and soaking in the vibrant noise around him.
Looking behind them, Linhart subtly checked out all the girls who were dressed still in their short skirts and tight button-up shirts. Those uniforms would be worn and grimy soon, but for now they looked so fresh. Many of the girl sat defenselessly with their legs open and the top button of their shirts undone. He noted that the freshman Fighters in the crowd were all wearing green underwear.
For the first time, he saw that the girls from other classes seemed to be color coordinating too. Yellow underwear decorated the under-nourished, snobbish mages. Not all of the brash strikers wore skirts, but those who did displayed red underwear. The binders in the crowd were wearing orange, just as Thalia had been wearing last night. His body buzzed at the reminder of his fond memory.
He nearly jumped, when he recognized the petite girl that was sitting in the row directly behind him.
It was Chloe, Zoey's evil twin!
The fear rose up once more inside him, but something else rose up too. She looked different, not terrifying... she was cute. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Her blond hair was combed out and shining. Her top two buttons were undone, revealing the lovely gap between her tits. She sat with a confident pose, chatting to the girl sitting next to her, as if they were just meeting for the first time. She was so close he could smell her familiar scent, and he was acutely aware that he was sitting well within her clawing radius. A chill ran down his spine, but even then, he couldn’t resist peeking down there, where her supple thighs met her secret place, which was easily seen from where he was sitting.
He had only been looking for a moment, but somehow she caught him. Chloe flexed her legs wide open until he could see her inner thigh muscles were standing tense. Her skimpy green panties stretched so tight that the outline of her slit was visible. The fabric grew wet with her fragrant pussy juices. Glancing up, his eyes met hers.
“You like what you see?” she asked with an impish giggle.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, turning back to face the front. He could still feel her heated gaze on his back. Seeing a sweet smile from her, not her evil grin, had been genuinely unnerving. Was it possible? Could he and Chloe possibly 'get along' this time around?
His two friends, who were having an animated discussion about afternoon Fighter courses, hadn’t seemed to notice the exchange. Serapha shared a lot of classes with them, it seemed, but was training in firearms when they were scheduled in a small group with Xenia. She sounded jealous of the attention they were getting. “Maybe if I had a dick, people would line up to train me, too,” she smirked.
“If you had a dick, you would be the ugliest man at the Academy,” Drystan teased back.
They shared a laugh, but a silence was now rippling across the theater, as the Magister appeared at the center of the stage. Magister Quintus acted the same as the last time loop. He called the class to order and delivered a message to each of the classes that were represented there. It was just then that Linhart was reminded of the humiliation that awaited Serapha in just a few moments.
“Sera,” he whispered in her ear urgently. “Are you wearing your Fighter Green?”
She looked surprised by the question and a grin spread across her face. Instead of replying, her hands went to the hem of her skirt, which she flipped up to reveal her softly rounded hips and creamy thighs, which ended at the hem of a cute green pair of panties with the Academy’s Phoenix emblem on them.
“I am, Lin,” her voice broke with barely contained excitement. “Did you want to touch them?"
Linhart’s eyes bulged, and he asked, “What?” He was certain that he had misheard her but she repeated herself in a sexy way.
“I mean... I think they might be too loose. Could you check them for me?... use your fingers.”
Sitting surrounded by so many students, Linhart hesitated, but he wasn't about to turn down such a sexy invitation. He slowly extended his right hand, attempting to slide his index and middle finger under the shiny green fabric between her legs. His fingers passed over the hem of her panties several times, caressing her vagina through the thin green material, before the elastic stretched up and his fingers slid beneath. He was rewarded with the hot, squishy sensation of his fingers sliding into her snug, welcoming slit.
“Oh gods,” she breathed lustfully, loud enough for their neighbors to hear. She appeared to be overcome with the pleasure, leaning back, bracing her arms for support. Her toes flexed, and her knees spread wider, begging for more.
“They’re not too loose,” Linhart whispered in her ear. “In fact, I think you're a little too tight down here.”
“Haahn!...” she sighed. Unable to form any words in response. Serapha wasn’t even being careful anymore, and her voice echoed through the room, interrupting whatever the Magister had been saying. Everyone around them turned curiously, and Drystan leaned over to look at her. Her legs were vibrating from Linhart’s touch, as if a shock were coursing through her body.
“What the hell are you doing, pervert?” he whispered at her hoarsely.
But it was too late, they had attracted the attention of Magister Quintus.
“Here we have our first volunteers for the start of the school year. Two Fighters who can’t understand the difference between a lecture and a Fighting Arena. You two…” he called out to them in a commanding voice. “Come here. You’re going to demonstrate the difference between females and males.”
