Jon arrived at the meeting point first and didn't have to wait long. When Elara appeared, it was as if the entire environment lost its importance. The light dress she wore highlighted every curve, her golden hair reflected the gentle glow of the torches, and her blue eyes shone with both mischief and innocence at the same time.
Jon froze, stunned by such beauty. His heart pounded, and for a few seconds, he simply couldn't say anything.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Elara asked with a satisfied smile, tilting her head slightly. "Disappointed, Jon?"
He quickly shook his head, almost without realizing it. "Disappointed? You're... perfect."
Her smile widened, and the two began walking together. They talked, laughed about simple things, and for a few hours, forgot about the pressure of the Academy. They were just two young people discovering the joy of being together.
At the city market, Elara amused herself trying on clothes. With every new outfit, she would step out gracefully, spinning with a teasing look, waiting for Jon's reaction.
"So? Does this one look good?"
Jon, standing still, watched her as if she were unreal. No matter what she wore, to him, she always looked perfect. He simply nodded in approval. "It looks great."
Elara pouted playfully, laughing. "You really don't know how to judge clothes, do you? For you, everything looks good."
Jon smiled but couldn't take his eyes off her. 'It doesn't matter what she wears... she'll always shine.'
Suddenly, without warning, Elara grabbed his arm and dragged him into the fitting room. Jon's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't have time to protest.
When he turned around, the air seemed to vanish from his lungs. Elara stood before him in daring lingerie, as sensual as it was unexpected. Her golden hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, and the mischievous smile on her lips made the sight even more disarming.
"So..." she teased, placing one hand on her hip and giving a slow spin. "Does it look good on me?"
Jon swallowed hard, his face burning with embarrassment. "Y-yes... it's perfect."
Elara narrowed her eyes, amused by his reaction. "I'm not convinced." She stepped closer, reducing the distance between them. "Maybe I'll need you to confirm it later."
Jon held his breath, completely overwhelmed by her provocation. Elara's confident smile made it clear she knew exactly the effect she had on him.
Everything seemed perfect. After hours of walking together, laughing and teasing each other, Jon and Elara stopped in front of an elegant restaurant. The walls glowed with magical crystals, and the refined aroma of the dishes seeped through the windows, inviting them in.
"Tonight, I'm paying." Jon said confidently, opening the door for her.
Elara raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Well, aren't you a gentleman?"
The evening passed lightly. Between elaborate dishes and sparkling glasses, they chatted about trivialities, recalled old moments, and even exchanged a few jokes that made them laugh without worry. Jon felt at the peak of happiness, until the waiter left the bill on the table.
Jon picked up the paper, and when he saw the number, his heart sank. "Thirty thousand Tils?!"
He turned pale, eyes wide. 'That's more than half of what I've saved! I could train for months with that amount!'
Elara noticed his expression and couldn't hold back. She burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "Jon, your face was worth every second of this dinner!"
Still laughing, she pulled three shining golden coins from her purse and placed them on the table. Each was worth ten thousand Tils. "There, problem solved. You only need to thank me for the show."
Jon sank into his chair, embarrassed. "I... was just trying to be nice."
"It was adorable." She winked, still smiling.
Back at the Academy, Jon walked quickly, almost running through the corridors, wishing he could lock himself in his room and never face that humiliation again. 'I need to speed up my weekend plans. I have to start making real money, or I'll be embarrassed forever.'
But before he could escape, Elara grabbed his arm firmly. "Don't even think about running away."
"Elara, I—"
"Shhh." She pulled him forcefully, dragging him down the corridor. The mischievous smile on her lips left no doubt about her intentions. "After tonight, you won't escape me so easily."
"Elara, seriously, you don't need—"
"Quiet, Jon. You've entertained me enough today, but you can still make up for a bit more."
The atmosphere in the room was charged with desire. Jon and Elara approached in silence, but their eyes said everything words didn't need to. When their lips finally met, the kiss was voracious, filled with urgency, as if both feared the moment could slip away.
Jon's hands explored her with firmness and tenderness, sliding along every curve. He slowly moved down, his kisses tracing a path from her neck to Elara's proud peaks. Each suction, each gentle bite made her release muffled moans.
"Hhnf... ahhh..." Her breathing grew heavier with each second.
Jon continued, savoring every inch, while Elara arched her body, surrendering to the pleasure. But this time, she didn't want to just receive. With a determined glint in her eyes, she pushed him onto the bed, and before he could react, she was already on top of him.
The flush on her face deepened as, with firm movements, she slid off the lower part of his clothes. For a moment, her blue eyes widened at the sight before her. A warmth spread through her, but she didn't back down.
"Jon..." she murmured with a daring smile, leaning closer.
He tried to speak, but the air left him when he felt her touch. Slowly, almost reverently, Elara began to savor every part of him, leaving hot kisses and caresses.
"Ahhh... hnnghh..." Jon's moan echoed through the room, his hands clutching the sheets.
Elara, pleased to see him writhing under her touch, increased the rhythm, alternating between delicacy and boldness. The flush on her face did nothing to hide her passion, and her eyes, glowing with desire, showed she wouldn't stop until Jon gave her the confirmation she wanted.
"Is it good like this?" she teased, her voice broken by her own desire.
Jon, panting, forced himself to answer through the torrent of sensations. "Y-yes... perfect..."
Elara giggled softly, her lips still teasing him. "I'm not convinced. Maybe... I'll need more proof."
"UGH!" Elara choked slightly at Jon's sudden reaction.
And in that instant, Jon realized the night was only just beginning.