«I'm glad you picked me for this nightly escapade… but what exactly are we supposed to do?» Selene Amarasse asks, visibly puzzled.
«I asked Professor Lustsilk about Jasmine's paranoia—she thinks Rebecca might have one of those Demon Crystals I mentioned. But instead of giving me proper details, that bitch made me deliver this tome to an acquaintance of hers, waiting at an inn on Arcanvia's outskirts,» I answer, irritated. I'm not upset with Selene's question, but with the boring mess I've dragged her into.
At this hour of the night, I'd much rather be enjoying Selene's company on the soft bed in my room—naked, tangled together, her small graceful body resting on mine. Instead, here we are, cloaked from head to toe in a shabby brown mantle, wandering through Arcanvia's narrow, dark alleys—the most infamous district of Lumindor.
Still, if Professor Lustsilk asked me for a favor like this, it makes me think Jasmine's stories are more than just old tales passed down by the elders. Leaving Astralea without permission is punishable even by expulsion. If she's making me take this risk only to later brush me off with «Demon Crystals are pure fantasy» I swear she'll pay dearly for it.
«What kind of tome is it? And really, couldn't she have delivered it herself? She's got legs too!» Selene grumbles.
«The tome is protected by powerful sealing magic, so I have no idea what's inside. But I'm sure it's not an apple pie recipe,» I murmur with a faint smile. «As for the delivery, you know very well that as a professor she must be available at any hour—even in the middle of the night. If something happened and she wasn't at the academy, Headmaster Eisenfaust would make her regret it.»
«So basically she decided it was fine to dump the trouble on us instead…» Selene mutters.
«Yeah…» I admit.
As we move deeper into Arcanvia's alleys, Selene's breathing grows heavier, more labored.
«Listen, big brother…» she murmurs softly, tugging at the edge of my cloak.
«Wait… did you just call me big brother? Don't tell me that…?»
That nickname can only mean one thing.
«We're all alone in the middle of the night, in the shadiest, most decayed quarter of Lumindor. And the thrill of being caught… it excites me so much, Jade. Every fiber of my body is trembling,» she confides, sliding her hand between her thighs. Her fingers slip under her panties as soft moans escape her lips.
«I want it now, big brother. I want you to push me against the wall and take my body. I want to feel your huge cock tearing into my wet little pussy. And I want you to pin down my legs and arms while you do it, so I can kick and squirm uselessly, whispering 'N-No, big brother, don't… this is wrong…' but you keep going, again and again, until I give in and we end up fucking like animals in heat. Please, let's do it…» she begs, almost whining like a spoiled child.
Selene really has a wild imagination when it comes to erotic roleplay. If she put the same effort into her academic work, she'd be Astralea's undisputed number one. Still, I have to admit, resisting this provocative and perverse side of hers is almost impossible. In any other situation, I wouldn't hesitate for a second to indulge her fantasies. But this isn't the time or the place—we have far more urgent matters, and the less time we spend outside Astralea, the better.
«As soon as we get back to the room, I promise we'll play all the erotic games you want, alright? Even the one you've been asking for since last year, where you play the shy newly adopted stepdaughter and I'm the perverted stepdad,» I reassure her, gently taking her hand. «But for now, let's stay focused and finish this quickly.»
«Ugh… you made me wet for nothing…» she complains, puffing her cheeks.
«You did that all on your own…» I reply.
«Don't you two move!»
Selene and I freeze at the sound of those words, spoken in a threatening tone by a man behind us.