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Chapter 12 -  The Second Night

We chuckled, the image of Dorrick plotting world domination still fresh in our minds, as we began the walk back to the Dolorian Dorm. My thoughts, however, were still buzzing from the multitude of new faces and the strange encounter with Seina, her enigmatic words still replaying in my mind.

As we passed another group of students, my eyes landed on an Iskiran woman from Merlin Dorm. Her sleek, dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, held in place by a simple silver pin, and a pair of elegant, thin-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, framing intelligent, observant eyes. Dressed in the Merlin blue robe with its distinctive owl crest, her figure was gracefully proportioned; her breasts, while not as overtly prominent as Selyra's or Enchidna's, possessed a firm, subtle swell that spoke of understated beauty, fitting harmoniously beneath the uniform's fabric. Her presence radiated a peculiar energy that, somehow, drew me in. It was a mix of fascination, perhaps even a burgeoning sense of love or lust, but it felt distinctly different from the intense pull I'd felt towards Seira—less like a fated destiny and more like a curious, earthly desire, a gentle warmth rather than a consuming fire. Her name was Selica, right? I recalled. I found myself whispering under my breath, "Maybe I really do like girls with glasses."

Soon, we arrived back at the Dolorian Dorm. I wasted no time, heading straight to my room. The broken door was still there, a testament to Yue's boisterous nature and the raw, untamed spirit of our dorm. After a quick, refreshing shower, the cool water washing away the dust of the day, I lay back on my bed, the familiar scent of rock and ashes comforting me. My mind drifted again to Seina's cryptic words: "Accept your fate, Void Bearer."

As I closed my eyes, seeking to process the day's events and the weight of that mysterious pronouncement, a voice echoed in my head, soft yet firm, cutting through the swirling thoughts: "Seek the truth. Void is a will."

My eyes snapped open. And there she was. Selyra, already on top of me, completely naked, her beautiful white hair fanned around her like a halo against my pillow. She leaned down and kissed me, a playful pout on her lips. "You said you'd visit me tonight," she whispered, her eyes dancing with amusement, a mischievous sparkle that mirrored her earlier whisper, promising delicious trouble.

She kissed me then, her lips soft, exploring mine, then hungrier, parting slightly as her tongue traced mine, drawing a shiver from deep within me. A low, guttural moan, a delicious, guttural sound, escaped her throat as she shifted, her naked body sliding languidly over mine, settling further, pressing into every aching inch. Her generous breasts, full, incredibly soft, yet surprisingly firm, molded perfectly against my chest, their weight a breathtaking pressure that stole my breath. She was everywhere, the smooth, heated slide of her stomach against mine, the gentle rub of her inner thighs, her hips subtly grinding with a seductive rhythm, igniting a primal, consuming heat in my core. Her eyes, sparkling with unbridled desire and a possessive joy, met mine as she whispered, her voice husky, "You like it, Ven?" I could only manage a dazed smile in return, my mind a blissful fog, utterly lost in the sensations.

With practiced ease, her fingers, nimble and insistent, began to unbutton my shirt, pushing the fabric back, then sliding over my skin, her touch sending delicious shivers down my spine. She straddled me fully, her body a warm, heavy blanket over mine, her movements wild and uninhibited, almost as if she couldn't get enough, her passion a blazing, untamed fire that threatened to consume us both in its glorious heat. Her hips moved with a fierce, rhythmic urgency, a relentless dance that drove me to the brink. Her soft, panting whispers filled my ears, "I love you, I love you, Ven," she repeated, the words ragged, breathless, echoing throughout the night, each declaration of affection punctuated by her increasingly uninhibited moans, rising to a crescendo that filled the room, a symphony of raw, unbridled pleasure.

Finally, utterly exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, her breathing soft and even against my neck, her body a comforting, familiar weight that I never wanted to lose. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, burying my face in her soft, white hair, inhaling her sweet scent, and we drifted off to sleep, her gentle breaths a lullaby against my chest, a peaceful end to a truly bewildering day.

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