CHAPTER 82: YOU FEEL EXHAUSTED ?

Selene gave a quiet chuckle, her voice teasing but gentle. "No, give me all I can take. I can handle it." she murmured. Her emerald eyes glassy and seeking, met his—as though she wanted to read his thoughts more than hear them.

Eran leaned closer to her ear where she lay and replied softly, "I figured you need this, but not now. I will only make you warm to ease your stress so you can sleep sooner."

Without hesitation, His right hand slowly traced from her toe line, drawing with deliberate, maddening motion up her leg. As his arm brushed lightly against her thighs, Selene’s breath instantly hitched. Her chest rose instinctively under the sudden contact, a silent, sharp intake of air.

Eran caressed lightly just at the hem of her clingy skirt. He whispered again, "How does it feel? I can feel you getting warmer from my touches."

Selene’s eyes fluttered wide open, a faint smile curving her lips as her gaze found Eran.

"Warm," she murmured softly, tracing her fingers to her mouth. "Just as you said."

Eran’s breath caught for a moment at the sound of her voice. He leaned closer, his hand brushing against the fabric at her hip, feeling the heat that lingered there between them. The air in the room thick,

ened; even silence seemed to pulse.

With a sudden, decisive motion, his right hand moved, tracing downward, finding the soft skin of her inner thigh. The shocking intimacy of the touch made his own breath hitch for a moment.

He stared at Selene.

Her eyes flushed closed instantly. A low, ragged moan escaped her lips as she instinctively arched her back, lifting her hips slightly from the bed.

Selene’s chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, her body trembling with exhaustion and quiet surrender. Her fingers found his wrist and held him there—not to stop him, but to steady the moment.

"Stay," she whispered. "Just... stay like this."

Eran’s hand stayed pressed close to her, sinking into the growing heat between her legs. With a slow, deliberate motion, his palm finally rested against her. The fabric of her panties was already damp, radiating an intense warmth.

He began a slow, teasing curl of his fingers—tiny circles that drew the moisture to the surface.

A wave of sensation slammed into Selene. She pressed her back higher against the bed, her hips pushing closely against his hand. A loud, unrestrained moan, raw and electric, escaped her. She couldn’t hold it back; it spilled into the quiet room.

"Shit," Eran murmured, his voice thick, his gaze fixed on her face. "So wet."

He leaned down quickly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hand continued its insistent, rhythmic motion, intent on melting away every last trace of her exhaustion.

Soon, Selene’s moan filled the air. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trembling as she struggled to speak.

"E... Eran, don’t tease, stop!" Her voice was strained, thick with desperate need. "Put it in already! I can’t bear it again."

Without a word, Eran shifted, pulling her panties—now completely saturated with her heat. He brought them up, directly in front of her face, smearing the damp fabric as he savored every last scent of it.

Selene’s breath instantly hitched at the sight, staring at her own climax, the heat radiating from the damp fabric. Her lips parted in quiet shame as a deep flush spread across her cheeks, forcing her gaze down for a second.

Eran gently placed the panties aside. He drifted his arm back through her clingy skirt, his hand brushing softly against her warm thighs, slowly parting them.

With a single tip of his middle finger, he slid into her core.

A wet, obscene plop! followed the movement. Wet, slipping in and out with each motion. His thumb grazed her clit, sending a fresh wave of sensation that welled up in her throat as a strangled moan, tears finally pricking at the corners of her eyes.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the wet rhythm of his hand and Selene’s ragged breathing.

Then, her voice finally broke through in a muffled moan, thick with desperation.

"I..i’m...commming!"

The wave of release hit her instantly. Her hips bucked hard against his palm as a searing, intense pressure built and broke. Her climax came in hot, slick bursts, squirting against his fingers

Selene cried out, the sound swallowed by the sheets, her whole body trembling violently as the powerful spasms overtook her.

Eran kept his hand steady, letting the tremors of her release wash over him. He watched her, his own breath ragged, until her spasms slowly subsided into a soft, lingering rhythm.

He gently eased his thumb away from her slick center, his hand now slick and warm with her heat.

Selene’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a quiet exhale she didn’t try to contain. Eran leaned closer, his voice a whisper against her ear.

"See? I told you I’d make you warm."

Her fingers found his wrist, trembling slightly as she held his hand in place—not to stop him, but to keep the moment from ending. "Eran..." she breathed, her tone caught somewhere between plea and surrender.

He stilled for a moment, watching her face as the faint moonlight from the chamber window traced her skin. Her chest rose and fell with quiet rhythm, her body tense with the weight of unspoken words.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was low, steady, and tender.

"You don’t have to bear anything tonight. Just breathe... and rest."

Selene opened her eyes, locking on his, and for a long moment, nothing else existed. No hierarchy. No titles. No academy walls. Just two souls caught between exhaustion and desire—finding peace in the warmth they’d built together

Slowly, Selene offered a quiet nod in response to his murmur. Her breath still faintly uneven as she stood gracefully. The soft rustle of fabric followed her every movement as she reached for the bath tub to wash herself, the faint sound of water filling the silence that lingered between them.

Meanwhile, a familiar chime echoed in Eran’s mind.

Ding!

SYSTEM NOTIFICATION!

[Congratulations, Eran. You have made your woman reach her climax.

Reward: +10,000 EXP]

[Congratulations, Eran. Your affinity bond stat has increased: (+10).]

Previous Exp Balance: +426,000

Current Exp Balance: + 436,000

Current Affinity Bond with Selene: +32%

___________________

System***

RANK QUEST REQUIREMENT

– Rank IV ...VENUX: +700,000 EXP

– Rank V ... VELMEIRION: 100% Affinity Bond

Eran smiled calmly, the corner of his lips curving into quiet amusement. But quickly dismissed the notification with a thought, his gaze drifting toward Selene’s silhouette.

"This isn’t even close to what’s coming," he murmured under his breath.

With his new skill still lingering in his thoughts: He knew this bonus was barely a fraction of what he expected to receive once he fully utilized his new skill—’Veil of Murmur’—on Nyssa, a reward that was sure to come sooner rather than later. He just needed a little more time.

He recognized the current moment as beneficial: giving Selene a good time to rest was important, especially since she was so much busier these days. Having Selene and Miyu, and soon Nyssa as well, made everything feel even more amusing.

The thought alone made his grin widen.

"Amusing," he whispered to himself.

Rising from the bed, Eran brushed a hand through his hair, the faint ache of satisfaction still lingering in his thoughts. The room was quiet except for the gentle splash of water from the adjoining bath. He walked toward the basin beside the door, scooping a handful of cool water to wash his face. The sensation grounded him, pulling him back from the haze of earlier moments.

"I guess you feel good at the moment," he said calmly, voice low and teasing.

From inside the bath, Selene groaned softly, her tone playfully seductive. "You just love teasing, Eran... come join me here... or perhaps I’m already touching myself again. Your fingers just drive me above sensation..."

Eran let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "Hm, I won’t come. I want you to rest for a while."

But her voice trembled, breathy and uneven. "I’m... I... I... I’m comming!"

Eran opened the door slowly, finding her utterly undone, body trembling, eyes half-closed from pleasure. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and gave her a firm spank that made her jolt, a gasp escaping her lips before she laughed softly.

"I just couldn’t hold it," she breathed, cheeks flushed. "Thinking of you makes me lose it..."

Eran smiled calmly, his tone steady but warm. "I just want you to rest for a while, as you insisted earlier. But in the meantime, when you’re less busy... we can have fun."

Selene’s lips curved into a knowing smirk, eyes glinting through the steam as Eran closed the door.

He reached for the clean sheets he’d set aside, spreading them neatly across the bed, his expression somewhere between amusement and thought.