Kee burst through the infirmary door with a violent kick—wood slamming against the wall hard enough to rattle the shelves of potions and bandages. The impact echoed down the empty corridor outside.
"Please—save her!" he shouted into the room, voice cracking with raw desperation. Alia lay limp in his arms—bridal carry, head lolled against his chest, scorched uniform in tatters, blood still sared across her forehead and trickling from her nose. Her long brown ponytail had co completely undone; loose strands clung to her sweat-and-soot-streaked face. The short skirt was ripped high up one thigh, exposing the deep red handprint he’d left in the tunnel—now ringed with angry burns. Her full C-cup breasts rose and fell shallowly beneath the shredded blouse, white bra visible through the gaps, skin mottled with bruises and scorch marks.
"Ohh..." ca a sultry, surprised drawl from the far side of the room.
Kee’s head snapped toward the voice.
Standing beside a low examination bed was the academy’s head nurse—Nurse Sera Veyne. She was breathtaking in a way that felt almost unfair. Tall and statuesque, mid-twenties, with deep brown skin that glowed faintly. Her hair was a rich, deep auburn—pulled into a high, ssy bun that let several thick strands fra her heart-shaped face. Full, glossy lips painted a soft rose curved in faint amusent. Her eyes were molten gold—slitted like a cat’s, sparkling with lazy mischief.
But it was her body that stopped most people in their tracks.
The nurse’s uniform was technically modest—a crisp white button-up dress that reached mid-thigh, cinched at the waist with a thin black belt—but on her it looked obscene. Massive, gravity-defying breasts strained the fabric to its limit; the top three buttons were undone (probably on purpose), revealing a deep valley of creamy cleavage and the lacy edge of a black bra that could barely contain her. Her waist was wasp-thin, flaring into impossibly wide hips and a thick, heart-shaped ass that made the skirt ride up dangerously every ti she shifted her weight. Long, toned legs were encased in sheer white thigh-high stockings clipped to garters, ending in glossy black heels that clicked softly as she turned fully toward him.
She tilted her head—lips quirking. "Calm down, boi. Jeez. I knew you were top of a table.
Kee didn’t care how hot she looked. Didn’t care about the seductive purr in her voice or the way her breasts jiggled with every breath. All he saw was Alia—bleeding, burned, barely breathing.
"Please," he said again—voice hoarse, cracking. "Help her."
Sera sighed—dramatic, long-suffering—then cupped her right cheek with one manicured hand. "Ohh boi... put her on the bed. Gently."
Kee nodded—once, sharp—and crossed the room in three strides. He lowered Alia onto the crisp white sheet as if she were made of spun glass. Her head lolled to the side; a fresh trickle of blood slid from her temple. Burn marks mottled her arms, legs, and the exposed curve of her stomach where the blouse had torn. The red handprint on her thigh stood out starkly against the new burns—a ridiculous, childish mark next to real war wounds.
Kee took her hand—small, limp, still faintly warm—and squeezed. "e... I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you. I’m sorry."
Sera stepped up beside him—close enough that he caught the faint scent of lavender. She smiled—small, almost gentle. "Boy... let handle this."
Kee looked at her—really looked—for the first ti. Then nodded once and stepped back, though he didn’t let go of e’s hand.
Sera closed her golden eyes. She raised her both hands—palm down—over Alia’s body. Soft green light blood from her fingers—warm, liquid, like sunlight through leaves. Healing magic flowed in slow, gentle waves.
The blood on Alia’s forehead slowed... then stopped. Burns faded from angry red to pale pink, then smooth skin. Bruises yellowed and vanished. Shallow cuts sealed themselves. Her breathing deepened—steadied.
Alia stirred—barely—murmuring in her sleep. "Kee... don’t... leave ..."
Kee leaned closer—voice soft, cracking. "e... I’m here. You’ll be fine. I promise."
Sera opened her eyes—light fading from her palm. She exhaled slowly. "That’s as much as I’ll do for now. So wounds need to heal naturally. Builds resilience. But I’ll patch her up properly."
Kee nodded—grateful, hoarse. "Thank you."
"Take a seat first," she insisted, nodding toward the stool beside the bed. "You look like you’re about to collapse."
He obeyed—legs giving out as he sank onto the stool, still clutching Alia’s hand like a lifeline. Relief flooded him so hard his shoulders shook.
Sera worked quickly—efficient, professional. Clean cloths, soothing salve, gauze. She wrapped Alia’s forehead, bandaged her burned arms and lower legs, taped a small dressing over the worst cut on her cheek. When she was done, Alia looked less like a battlefield casualty and more like a girl who’d taken a bad fall—still battered, but stable.
Sera straightened—hands on hips, uniform pulling tight across her massive breasts. "Done."
She walked toward the door—then paused, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smirk. "Boi... I know she looks like a cake right now with that torn uniform. But don’t try anything." Though it sounded like she didn’t an it.
Kee flushed—nervous laugh escaping. "Yeah... yeah..."
Seraphina’s golden eyes sparkled—sothing knowing, almost hungry, flickering there for a second. "I’ll be back in a mont. Try not to get into trouble while I’m gone."
The door clicked shut behind her.
Silence settled.
Kee stared at Alia’s sleeping face—thumb brushing slow circles over her knuckles. Her breathing was steady now. Peaceful.
He leaned forward—forehead resting gently against her bandaged one.
"I’m sorry, e," he whispered. "But... you were incredible. You fought like hell. And you won sothing bigger than that arrogant prick ever will."
He swallowed hard—voice dropping even lower.
"When you wake up... I’ll tell you. Everything."
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Few monts later...
The infirmary room was quiet. Sunlight slanted through the narrow window, painting golden bars across the white sheets.
Kee had pulled the stool right up to the side of the bed.
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END OF Chapter : 271 : SERA VEYNE!
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