CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 138- CONDITION

Julian let out a long, measured sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Alright," he said, his voice calm but firm, "I’ll do it... but there’s a condition."

Glain leaned in slightly, careful and measured. "What’s the condition?" he asked, his tone cautious, aware that Julian’s terms could carry weight.

Julian’s eyes met Glain’s, sharp and unreadable. "I’ll tell you when the time comes," he replied, deliberately vague.

Glain paused, pondering the words. He trusted Julian enough to know that whatever condition he would set, it wouldn’t be something that would put Glain at a disadvantage. After a moment of reflection, Glain nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, conviction in his tone, "I accept."

Julian nodded, a faint approval in his expression. "That’s a good decision," he said.

Glain let out a small, almost self-deprecating laugh. "Perhaps an old man like me isn’t really cut out for these things," he admitted.

Julian’s gaze sharpened slightly. "Also... I’d like to borrow Reimon for a task. There’s a place I want to visit."

Glain’s eyes softened with concern. "Reimon? He’s still exhausted from using his skill nonstop. He won’t be able to go."

Julian’s shoulders slumped just a little, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "Alright, then... I understand."

After a moment, Glain continued, "I can lend you one of my subordinates instead, if that helps."

Julian shook his head firmly. "No need." Then he glanced at Glain, his voice calm but direct. "Are we done here?"

Glain nodded. "Yes. I’ll explain the plan tomorrow night."

Julian’s expression grew serious. "We should move quickly, then. The Sky Whale is approaching faster than we expected."

Glain spoke with a tense tone, "It seems the Sky Whale is growing impatient to destroy us."

Julian’s lips curved into a faint, determined smirk. "Neither am I patient to bring it down from above."

Glain chuckled softly, "Hoho, such bold words."

He then added with a hint of warmth, "Alright, see you tomorrow. Thank you for accompanying this old man tonight."

Julian nodded in response, his expression calm but firm. "I hope you keep your word."

With that, they parted ways, each returning to their own quarters, the night wrapping the city in quiet anticipation.

Julian walked down the quiet corridor, the soft echo of his footsteps the only sound accompanying him as he made his way to his room. When he arrived, he noticed the lights were still on. Pushing open the door, he found that everyone was still awake.

Clarissa stepped forward, a slightly tipsy smile on her face. "Welcome back, Julian," she greeted warmly.

Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her demeanor and the faint scent of alcohol that lingered around her. "Have you all been drinking?" he asked, his tone calm but tinged with concern.

Clarissa took his hand lightly, giggling, "Yes, just a little. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious."

As Julian stepped further inside, his gaze swept over the room, and he noticed numerous empty bottles scattered carelessly across the floor, the evidence of their indulgence clear.

Julian’s eyes fell on Emma, who was either asleep or had passed out, seemingly from drinking too much. Celestia, on the other hand, was still holding a bottle, drinking with abandon. Aya sat quietly, seemingly unaffected by the commotion, while Veronica, playful as ever, was braiding Zoe’s hair mischievously.

Julian’s brows furrowed as he looked around. "You all...drunk?"

Veronica’s head snapped up when she noticed Julian’s arrival. "Heey, Juliaaan!" she called out, leaping up and wrapping her slender arms around him. "I’ve been so lonely! Where have you been?"

Then Celestia spoke up, her voice sharp yet slightly slurred, "Hey Veronica, you haven’t finished your drink yet. What, have you given up already?"

Julian raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his face at Celestia’s apparent stamina for drinking. He shook his head slightly and said firmly, "It’s late. You all should get some rest."

But Veronica pouted, shaking her head stubbornly. "Nooo! I want to be spoiled!"

Clarissa, speaking softly yet clearly affected by the alcohol, chimed in with a giggle, "I want to be spoiled by Julian too~"

Julian suddenly felt a hand brushing against him from behind. Turning around, he saw Aya leaning close, her fingers tracing along him with a teasing familiarity. "Julian," she murmured, her voice low and playful, "it’s been so long since I felt your strength... your dominance."

Zoe, standing nearby, tilted her head in curiosity, her eyes wide with innocent fascination. "Something... is growing there," she said, her voice tinged with wonder.

Aya laughed softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yes, this is Julian’s third leg," she teased, pressing closer, "it can bring us a lot of... happiness."

Zoe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her cheeks warming slightly. "Really? I want to see it for myself!" she exclaimed, stepping forward, a mix of curiosity and awe in her gaze.

Julian quickly spoke up, trying to regain control. "Hey, wait a minute, you two—"

But Veronica, noticing Aya’s boldness, interrupted with a teasing grin. "Hey, I go first!" she declared. In a swift motion, she slipped off her top, revealing her bra and her beautifully shaped chest. Without hesitation, she reached out, her hands brushing against Julian’s crotch.

After that, Aya began to slowly unzip his trousers, revealing Julian’s erect and straining penis, She gently caressed it, her fingers tracing its length, and whispered in a husky voice, "So warm.. and so hard."

Zoe glanced over, her eyes widening with playful, enthusiastic surprise, "Woah," she exclaimed, "it looks like a big worm!"

Meanwhile, Clarissa locked her intense gaze directly on Julian, her voice dropping to a low, pleading whisper.

"Julian... love me." Without waiting for a response, she crashed her lips against his in a brutal, passionate kiss.

Julian could taste the distinct flavor of alcohol on her tongue, a sensation that only served to heighten his already intense arousal,..and after that, their kiss grew increasingly fervent and heated.

Veronica, getting more adventurous, actively reached down and took hold of Julian’s penis, her fingers wrapping around its length. She began to move her hand in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, coaxing soft groans from him.

Zoe, who had been watching the intimate exchange with a mix of curiosity and growing arousal, finally found her voice, "I... I want to touch it too," she whispered, her voice barely audible yet filled with desire.

Veronica, turned her head with a gentle, almost sisterly smile. She was the experienced one, the good "big sister" in this moment. "Go on,"

She encouraged softly, her own breathing still ragged. "Try it. Touch him gently... just feel it. Don’t squeeze."

Nervously, Zoe extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly as they made contact with the warm, firm skin. A small, awed gasp escaped her lips. "It’s so warm,.." she murmured, fascinated by the heat and the surprising softness over its rigid structure.

Emboldened, she began to explore more freely, her touch light and inguisitive as her fingertips traced its shape, from the base to the tip. A shy, genuine smile touched her lips as she giggled softly. "It’s... cute.!"

The air was thick with a heady mix of desire and whispered promises. Clarissa finally broke the deep, searing kiss that had left both her and Julian gasping for air, their lungs burning as much as their passion. A string of saliva briefly connected their swollen lips before snapping, a glistening testament to their intensity.

With a sly, possessive smile, Clarissa’s fingers, nimble and eager, went to work on the buttons of Julian’s shirt. "Let me help you with this," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper against the shell of his ear.

The fabric yielded easily under her touch, and she pushed the shirt from his broad shoulders, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.

But her touch was not alone. As his bare skin met the cool air, a symphony of other sensations began. From below, on the plush surface where they were gathered, the other women added their own instruments to the concert. Their hands, soft and exploring, began to trace the defined lines of his abdomen and chest.

Fingertips lightly grazed his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, palms pressed with deliberate slowness against his rapidly heating flesh. It was a cascade of touch, overwhelming and exquisite, each caress coiling the tension within him tighter, sending jolts of raw arousal straight through his core.

It was then that Celestia made her move. Having sated her initial thirst with the alcohol, a new hunger now burned in her glassy eyes.

She moved with the languid, confident grace of the deeply inebriated, swaying towards Julian until she loomed over him. Her fingers, chilled from holding her glass, found his chin, tilting his face up to meet her intense gaze. The scent of rich, expensive whiskey clung to her breath.

"And where have you been hiding?" she slurred, her words dripping with playful accusation and need. "I’ve been waiting. I want to be loved, too."

Without waiting for a reply, she crashed her lips onto his. This was not like Clarissa’s passionate kiss, this was something else entirely, brutal, desperate, and claiming. It was a storm of teeth and tongue, flavored powerfully with the potent, smoky taste of the alcohol she had consumed.

Julian could feel the burn of the whiskey on her tongue, a sensation that mingled with the heat of his own building climax, pushing him perilously closer to the edge. His head spun from the dual intoxicants of desire and drink.

Just as abruptly as she had begun, Celestia pulled back, breaking the ferocious kiss. Her chest heaved, and a wicked, triumphant glint shone in her eyes.

"Tonight," she declared, her gaze sweeping over him and the other women, "We are going to suck you dry."