Liana stood alone in the center of the colosseum arena, the sun high and rciless overhead. The crowd's roar had dulled to a low, expectant hum. Her opponent—a tall, wiry commoner girl stood opposite her. No noble crest. No fancy bloodline. Just another girl from the dirt, sa as Liana.
Liana exhaled through her nose, shoulders dropping.
*Finally… a commoner. Sa as . No insane power-ups, no demon awakening bullshit, no getting turned into a pincushion by rose-tattooed psychopaths.*
She rolled her neck—once, twice—then cracked her knuckles.
*I am not getting hurt today. Not like my dear brother and his stupid girlfriend.*
She glanced up toward the highest gallery—just a quick flick of her eyes.
Aiden's entire chaotic harem was there too, probably placing bets or arguing over who got to sit on his lap next.
Liana smirked to herself.
*Watch , Onii-chan. Your little sister's about to show these idiots how it's done.*
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Back in the Infirmary—
Ethan lay propped against the headboard, eyes fixed on the floating holographic panel above Nurse Sera's desk. The feed showed Liana rolling her shoulders, smirking at her opponent like she already knew the outco.
Flora was asleep on her bed.
e was still snuggled tight against his left side—cheek pillowed on his chest, one slender arm draped over his stomach. Her free hand was laced with his marked right one. Every few seconds her thumb would stroke the edge of one jagged line—gentle, reverent.
Ethan's left hand—unmarked, human—was underneath her skirt.
Palm flat against the plump curve of her ass cheek.
He wasn't groping aggressively—not yet.
Just… holding.
Fingers splayed wide, claiming the soft, warm flesh through the thin cotton of her panties. The pad of his middle finger rested right at the crease where thigh t ass—dangerously close to sliding under the elastic. Every ti she shifted—even a little—his fingertip would dip just inside the waistband, brushing bare skin.
e was a blushing, trembling ss.
Her thighs kept clenching—trying to trap his wrist—but all it did was press his hand harder against her. Her nipples were stiff little points against his ribs through the blazer. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, every exhale hot against his collarbone.
She swatted his chest weakly—more reflex than protest.
"Kee…" she whispered—voice shaking, mortified. "Let go of my butt… focus on your sister. It's her round."
Ethan chuckled—low, dark, the sound vibrating through his chest into her ear.
"She's probably cursing you in her head right now," he murmured—fingers flexing, squeezing the plush globe of her ass harder. "Thinks you stole away from her cuddle ti."
e whimpered—half-embarrassed, half-aroused—hips twitching involuntarily into his grip.
"Shut up…" she breathed against his neck—voice muffled. "You're awful…"
Ethan turned his face into her hair—inhaling deeply.
The scent of her shampoo hit him like a drug—sweet vanilla and sothing faintly floral. The sa one she'd used since they were kids. The one that always cald the restless thing inside him, even before the marks.
"Your sll calms down," he said—quiet, honest.
e's blush sohow deepened. She hugged him tighter, breasts squishing against his side—face buried in the crook of his neck.
"You're impossible…" she whispered—voice cracking with shy affection. "Always saying stuff like that…"
His fingers dipped—just the tips—under the elastic of her panties. Not inside. Not yet. Just teasing the sensitive skin where thigh t ass.
e gasped—soft, needy—thighs clenching around his wrist.
"Kee…!"
He smirked against her hair.
"I'm just too turned on from both of your earlier treats," he confessed—voice rough, honest. "My mind's filled with too many naughty thoughts about you."
e's breath hitched—loud in the quiet room.
"Kee… stop…"
But she didn't pull away.
If anything—she arched her back just a fraction—pushing her ass firr into his palm.
Ethan groaned—low, hungry—fingers squeezing again.
"You're so fucking soft…" he breathed. "I could spend all day just holding you like this… feeling you shake every ti I squeeze…"
e whimpered—face burning against his neck.
"You're gonna make … make wetter…"
"Good," he growled softly. "That's the point."
His middle finger finally slipped fully beneath the elastic—brushing the warm, slick skin just above her slit.
e jolted—muffling a tiny cry against his throat.
"Kee—!"
He didn't push further.
Just rested there—fingertip warm against her most sensitive skin—letting her feel the threat, the promise.
"You're dripping already," he whispered—voice dark with satisfaction. "All because I'm touching your pretty little ass…"
e's thighs trembled—clenching around his wrist like she couldn't decide whether to trap him or push him away.
"I hate you…" she breathed—voice shaking with want.
Ethan chuckled—kissing her temple.
"You love ."
She nodded against his neck—small, helpless.
"Yeah… I do…"
Ethan watched the panel—half-focused—his attention mostly on the trembling girl in his arms.
"Liana's doing fine," he murmured—fingers flexing against e's bare skin. "She's got this."
e nodded—breath hitching every ti his fingertip brushed higher.
"She's strong… like you…"
Ethan's smile turned softer.
"Yeah. Like us."
His finger dipped—just barely—an inch deeper. The pad brushed the slick, swollen lips of her pussy.
e's entire body jerked—muffling a desperate moan against his throat.
"Kee—please—"
"Please what?" he teased—voice velvet. "Please stop? Or please don't?"
e's hips rocked—tiny, involuntary—chasing the touch.
"Don't… stop…"
Ethan groaned—low, hungry.
"Good girl."
He pressed forward—slowly—letting one finger slide along her soaked slit—coating himself in her wetness—then curled just enough to nudge her clit.
e's cry was muffled against his neck—high, needy—her thighs clamping around his wrist like a vice.
"Kee—!"
He circled once—slow, deliberate—then pulled back—leaving her trembling on the edge.
"Watch my sister win," he whispered—voice dark with promise. "Then maybe I'll let you co."
e whimpered—nodding frantically—face buried in his neck.
"Yes… yes…"
On the screen—Liana delivered the finishing blow.
She raised her wand toward her and released massive gush of water.
Her opponent hit the wall—hard.
The crowd detonated.
Liana threw both fists in the air—grinning like a maniac.
"That's my sister," Ethan said—voice thick with pride.
His finger pressed against e's clit again—firm, unyielding.
e's back arched—muffling a sob of pleasure against his throat.
"Kee—!"
He kissed her hair—soft, possessive.
"You're next."
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END OF CHAPTER : 290 : FLIRTING IN THE INFORMARY!
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