"Fuck you…" She replied… though, Aveline was still trembling under him, soft broken sounds leaving her throat while the aftershocks of her orgasm kept fluttering around his cock.
And well… true, Rex hadn't finished yet. And the tight, wet heat of her was still pulling at him with every small twitch of her body, and the need that had been building since earlier finally tipped over the edge of his patience.
He started moving again. Slow, deep thrusts at first, then a little harder as her oversensitive walls clenched around him.
Aveline's eyes flew open. A sharp gasp tore out of her. "W-wait— Rex, I just— ah…!"
He didn't stop. One hand braced beside her head while the other slid under her back, holding her in place as he kept rolling his hips.
He leaned down and bit gently into the soft skin of her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to make her jolt.
Then he moved higher and closed his mouth over the side of her neck, sucking a dark mark into the pale skin while he fucked her through the leftover sensitivity.
Aveline's hands scrambled against his back. Her voice had gone high and wrecked. "Ngh—! It's too much… huff… Rex…!"
The wet sound of their bodies filled the small space under the bunk. And she was still so tight it bordered on painful, but the way she kept squeezing around him every time he bottomed out made it impossible to slow down.
He lasted maybe another minute like that before the pressure finally broke. Rex pulled out at the last second, stroked himself twice, and came hard across the sheets beside her hip.
Thick ropes spilled onto the already-messy fabric while a low, rough breath left his throat.
He stayed there for a second, forehead resting against her shoulder, just breathing.
Aveline was breathing harder than he was. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow pants as she stared at the white cum that's a mess on the bed.
A small pout formed on her lips. "You should've cummed inside me…"
Rex lifted his head and looked at her flatly. "Do you know what pregnancy is?"
She didn't even hesitate. "Don't care. I'll gladly take your kids in me."
Woah! ಠ_ಠ… ah! the memories.
He stared at her for a long second, then let out a tired sigh and sat up. The bunk creaked under the shift of his weight.
"Meh. Just rest there or sleep. I'll make breakfast and wake you two once I'm done." He paused and looked at her messed up state, black hair stuck beside her lips, eyelids dropping as she touched her stomach that's filled with her squirt. "And… probably go take a shower too while you're at it."
Aveline made a soft, disappointed noise but didn't argue. She just pulled the nearest blanket over herself and watched him climb down from the bunk with half-lidded eyes.
***
Rex walked out into the living room first, still completely naked, and stretched both arms over his head until something in his shoulders popped.
The dorm was quiet.
Morning light spilled across the coffee table where the empty liquor bottles from last night still sat in a neat little cluster.
He ignored them for now, grabbed a clean towel from the small linen shelf, and headed straight for the bathroom.
The water was already warm when he stepped under it.
Steam filled the small tiled space. He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed, letting the heat sink into his sore muscles, then muttered under his breath. "Status."
The pink interface flickered into existence right in front of his face. Water passed straight through the glowing text like it wasn't even there.
『[REX KNOX]
Class: Undefined
Rank: A (Academy)
Condition: Stable, mild nausea, slightly drunk.
Mana: 43 (illegally acquired)
Physical Attributes STR / AGI / END: 26
Overall: slightly above average for a human」
Rex stared at the floating screen for a few seconds, then let out another quiet sigh. "ಠ_ಠ… Wow… this system still makes me uncomfortable for some reason."
He dismissed it with a thought and actually started washing. Soap, shampoo, the whole routine. The hot water helped clear the last of the alcohol haze from his head.
And boom! He's done cleaned himself.
A few minutes later the bathroom door clicked open.
Aveline stepped inside completely naked, hair still messy from the bunk, skin flushed. She spotted him under the spray and immediately waved like this was the most normal thing in the world. "Hi, Honey~ Let's wash each other?"
Rex just stared at her, face completely flat. He reached out, turned the shower head off, grabbed the towel from the sink, and wrapped it around his waist in one smooth motion. "No. I'm already finished."
Aveline's bright expression drooped a little. She nodded, suddenly looking almost shy. "Oh… okay. Sorry… (´ . .̫ . `)."
He stepped past her without another word, water still dripping from his hair, and left her standing in the steamy bathroom.
***
Back in the bedroom he pulled on a clean academy uniform— the standard dark trousers, white collared shirt, and the black-and-silver Vahard Academy blazer with the small embroidered crest on the pocket + the ROBE!
He paused… remembered his robe was in the couch and pivoted his attention to the fabric.
The fabric was still crisp from the laundry service from this… Cabinet automatic etc something.
Actually, Rex sometimes thought to himself, 'how can this clothes just suddenly get cleaned by just putting it in the cabinet'.
Well, he dismissed it.
And ran a hand through his damp hair once, then walked out to the open-concept kitchen.
….
….
…
Cooking was one of the few things that actually settled his mind.
He opened the cold storage unit, scanned the ingredients, and started pulling things out with practiced ease.
Thick-cut crimson boar bacon, a small basket of fresh flame-peppers, a carton of pale blue mana-infused eggs, a loaf of soft grain bread, and a block of aged white cheese that smelled sharp and clean.
The enchanted stove clicked on with a soft hum when he turned the dial.
Within minutes the kitchen filled with the smell of sizzling bacon and toasted spices. Rex moved like he'd done this a hundred times— cracking eggs one-handed into a hot pan, flipping them at the exact moment the edges crisped, slicing the peppers into thin strips that hit the butter with a loud sizzle.
He toasted the bread until both sides were golden, melted the cheese over it, and plated everything in neat portions.
Three plates. One for him, one for Aveline and one for sleeping Luna. No wasted movement. No burnt edges. Just clean, solid cooking that would have looked at home in a mid-tier restaurant outside the academy walls.
He set the plates on the low table in the living room, poured three glasses of chilled citrus water, then headed back toward the bedroom to wake the last person still asleep.
…
…
Luna was still on the top bunk of the left bed, curled under the blanket in the white baggy shirt he'd put on her last night.
Rex stopped at the edge of the ladder and opened his mouth to say her name.
Her eyes opened first.
Wide. Awake. Staring straight down at him like she'd been waiting.
"WAHSHDJRBEVEKKAHA!!!" and she creamed…
Rex's body didn't move, but inside his head a single sharp thought cut through everything else.
WHAT-THE-FUCK…? That scared me….
Outwardly he kept the same flat expression. "Looks like I don't need to wake you up. Let's eat. It's already morning."
He turned and walked back to the living room without waiting for an answer.
A few minutes later the bathroom door opened again.
Aveline stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body and damp black hair sticking to her neck and shoulders.
She walked straight past the table, past Rex, and over to the couch where she'd left her academy uniform the night before.
Without any hesitation she dropped the towel.
It hit the floor in a soft heap.
She stood there completely bare in the middle of the living room, morning light catching the water droplets still sliding down her skin, and started pulling on her underwear like Rex wasn't sitting three meters away.
Come on rex… I'm here, aren't you gonna pounced on me?
Nothing happned.
So the black lace went on first. Then the skirt. Then the blouse. She didn't look embarrassed. Matter in fact, every few seconds she will steal an 'definitely not obvious glance' at Rex.
(´ . .̫ . `) I'm still expecting something…
…Beep…beep…
Nothing happened though. No pouncing or sexing or indecent incedeni.
So she just changed the same way someone else might pour a glass of water.
Rex watched her over the rim of his glass for a second, then looked back down at his plate.
Internally he filed the moment away under the growing list of things that had become weirdly normal in the last twelve hours.
Aveline finished buttoning her blazer, smoothed the skirt once, and finally walked over to the table.
She sat down across from him, still slightly flushed from the shower, and smiled like nothing about the morning had been unusual at all.
"Smells really good," she said, already reaching for her fork. "You actually can cook."
Rex took a bite of his own eggs and answered without looking up. "I know… and… didn't you already tasted my cooking last night?"
Aveline smiled. "Forgot about that because of… YOU KNOW."
"I Understand."