The day flies by in a blur.
Right after lunch, in the early afternoon, the award ceremony takes place, led by Headmaster Siegfried Eisenfaust. Then come the celebrations in Astralea's grand hall, officially marking the start of the second semester—the last I will ever spend at this academy.
And finally, the moment I hate most of all: the interviews with the kingdom's journalists.
For four and a half years they've done nothing but hound me about my private life and my relationship with Viktoria, Selene, Jasmine, and Arielle, bombarding me with questions that have nothing to do with the semester tournament's final match.
Their questions are openly provocative, asked only to ridicule, belittle, and reduce them to mere toys I cycle through in my bed—all while ignoring the deep connection I truly share with them.
They are not just friends, classmates, or bed partners. They are my family—my only family. And it wouldn't surprise me if those inappropriate questions had come straight from my father. He has never hidden his disdain for them, especially Viktoria.
But even this passes, and finally the night arrives. Along with it comes Viktoria's long-awaited gift, prepared with Selene Amarasse.
What's better than sleeping with one girl? Easy—sleeping with two.
First, Selene strips me of my clothes and ties my wrists tightly to the headboard with strong Nexthal ropes, the same magical fiber used in combat uniforms—so typical of her taste for control and domination.
After making sure I'm properly restrained... she and Viktoria begin an exciting show between women, both of them completely naked.
Despite their initial embarrassment, what they called a "quick warm-up" soon builds into a swell of passion and desire that lasts for nearly an hour. They bring each other to climax again and again—first with their fingers, then with their tongues, and finally by grinding their most intimate parts together in a symphony of sharp moans and deep sighs.
Viktoria has always gone all out to surprise me after every academic success, but damn… this time she has truly surpassed all expectations. I can't help loving her even more for this!
«I'd say our champion has watched enough already,» Viktoria teases, shooting her friend a playful, knowing glance.
«Look at him, he's shaking with pleasure. If it weren't for the nexthal ropes, he would've jumped on us in a heartbeat,» Selene laughs, panting.
Then, with a slow, sensual motion, as if to make herself even more desirable, Selene straddles my hips. She lets my erection—harder than ever—sink deep into her slender body, one that could almost pass for a first-year girl's rather than a nineteen-year-old's, with narrow hips and breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of a hand. And yet, despite her more youthful appearance compared to the others, she is without a doubt the most cunning and twisted of them all.
Her orange ponytail swings in front of my eyes, almost like it's trying to hypnotize me.
«Tonight... tonight your cock is even bigger and harder than usual... aaah... looks like our appetizer really got you going...» Selene moans, while behind her Viktoria squeezes her small breasts and licks her neck. «You got turned on watching your little sisters pleasure each other, didn't you? You're a depraved big bro... a filthy pervert...»
Her so-called insults are laced with faint electric shocks—barely perceptible—sparked by her magic. That too is part of who she is. In daily life she is composed and reserved, but when arousal takes over she changes completely, becoming a sadistic, lustful dominatrix with a craving for the forbidden. That's why, in bed, she loves calling me "big bro" and makes me call her "little sis".
It doesn't take long before Selene reaches climax again—I can feel her warmth dripping down my thighs. She pulls away, making room for Viktoria, who resumes what Selene had interrupted, while Selene lies beside me and starts kissing and licking me with desperate passion.
«Do you like... our... aaah... our surprise...?» Viktoria gasps. She can barely get the words out, her voice breaking under cries of pleasure.
Selene's tongue, deep inside my mouth, makes it impossible to reply. Not that words are needed—my body is already speaking for me.
«Yes, Jade... keep going... aaah...»
«I'm coming, big bro... I'm coming... aaah!!!»
The night turns into an endless back-and-forth between Viktoria and Selene. In those precious hours, their warmth doesn't just ignite my body—it soothes my soul as well. They bring me peace and serenity, dissolving, if only for a while, the shadows of anxiety and the weight of my worries.