We walked together to the academy gate. Lira flashed her permit at the guards and explained I was assisting her at the clinic. They waved us through. With her around, everything ran smoother. She provided food, shelter, and an easy pass whenever I needed to move around.
There was sothing about her that made people gravitate. The guys especially looked like they’d sell their souls for one night with her, but Lira was a master at the ga. She knew how to reel n in with one hand while building walls with the other. Sad to watch, really. Still, I couldn’t help the pride that swelled in my chest watching her work a room—because I knew I was the one fucking her. And I was fucking her good, making her legs tremble every damn ti.
Each ti we went at it, Lira’s eyes rolled back and her toes curled. She couldn’t get enough. She’d begged to take to her house more than once, but I refused. So now she stayed so nights at the clinic instead, sotis waking up with her mouth already on my dick. Sneaky, needy little fox. Cute, though.
Thanks to our surprisingly rigorous activities this past week, I was closing in on the one-thousand mark on my spirit essence. Sothing told hitting that number would an sothing big.
I could also maintain Kassie for a full hour now before burning out. Solid progress.
As we stepped outside the academy, Lira flagged down a carriage pulled by two brown horses speckled with white patches like scattered maps. White manes too.
"The rcenary Guild."
"Two passengers, twenty-five bronze."
Lira narrowed her eyes at the driver.
"Alright, twenty. The rcenary Guild’s way out of my usual route, and I’d have to pay Levi if the local soldiers spot there."
"Fifteen. And don’t worry—no one’s going to shake you down." She glanced at , gesturing for to climb on with her eyes.
Sotis the contrast hit hard. In bed, she called daddy and begged to fuck her harder. Out here, she could easily pass for my aunty.
I climbed aboard, and after a while, we arrived at Soldier’s Rest Avenue where the rcenary Guild sat. As we crossed the street, Lira paused, kissed a coin, and dropped it into a beggar’s cap.
She did that every ti we ca through. I was still waiting for the right mont to ask why. Not that I was against charity, but this felt... deeper.
Inside, a girl with blue hair shot to her feet.
"Lira! Cade!" She bead at us, eyes flicking to as she swept a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Is Tris in?"
"He’s been waiting." Victoria’s answer ca instantly.
Lira gave her a quick nod and walked deeper inside. I followed, feeling Victoria’s gaze drilling into my back until I disappeared through the doorway.
The main hall buzzed with noise—ale sloshing, food being devoured, voices rising and falling in loose conversation.
Busiest I’d seen it in two weeks. Bags cluttered every corner, and the place looked even grimier than usual.
Reading my confusion as we made for the kitchen, Lira said, "The main rcenary team just got back from a major job with the rchant Guild." She picked up her pace.
Just before we reached the kitchen, a loud, raspy voice cut through the noise.
"Lira!! Uhn! Your own uncle’s been gone ten months and you’re not gonna say hello?!"
I saw her bite her lip the second she heard him.
She stopped. Turned. Plastered on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
"Viron! Stop calling yourself my uncle when you’ve tried slipping your hand up my skirt twice. Oh my goodness, Viron—you made it back this ti! Guess I need to work harder on those prayer sessions. Damn, I miss them. But hey, who knows? Next job might be your last. Stay hopeful!" She winked, blew him a kiss, and spun back around.
Her face went cold the instant she turned away.
The others laughed and ripped into the large man with his thick brown beard.
"Lira hates you more than anyone! I can’t believe you tried to fuck her when you were friends with her father!"
"What?! Wouldn’t you?"
"You guys can fight over Lira. Clara’s all I need. Oh, Eternal Sun! I want her to tie up and beat senseless!"
I shook my head at the kind of talk coming from n who just dragged themselves back from what looked like hell.
We passed through the kitchen, greeting a few people. A young man tossed a fresh roll of bread.
"Better fill your stomach before Tris whacks you around again today."
I laughed, but it ca out bitter. Still, I bit into the bread.
A fat man stepped away from the table where he’d been butchering at. He wiped his hands roughly on his apron and hurried to fetch a cup of water, catching us just before we left the kitchen.
"Here, boy. Take this. Worrying about Sir Tris beating your ass is one thing, but you’ll die faster choking on that dirty grunt’s bread."
I laughed, shy.
"Why worry about dying? Mister Baba, you always look out for . Bring water every ti."
He leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper.
"I hear Sir Tristan’s in a foul mood today... You might catch extra licks."
He leaned closer, relishing the gossip.
"Apparently, Clara sent one of his newest... ’clients’ away. You get it, boy?" He chuckled, jabbing lightly in the ribs.
Tristan was famous around here for his conquests—which made his overwhelming combat ability even more baffling. The man was an S-rank Regular Summoner and assistant guildmaster of the rcenary Guild.
I said goodbye to Baba and caught up with Lira, who was already with Clara.
Chestnut hair cascading down her back. Tight leather ensemble. Pants that clung to her hips like a second skin. Her breasts were smaller than Lira’s, but she was taller with hips that demanded attention.
The three of us walked down another hallway and erged into the building’s backyard.
There, leaning against one of the beams supporting the upper floor, was a man with wet, wavy white hair and sharp blue eyes. Beard scruff shadowed his chin. One arm rested on the beam, and beneath it stood a woman in a green gown, cleavage threatening to spill out. Dark brown hair frad her face as she laughed and blushed at whatever he was saying.
"Tristan! You incompetent fucker!" Clara’s voice cracked like a whip the second she spotted him.
He flinched, turning with a tired frown. The woman looked at us, confused.
"Who are these people, Tris?"
Lira sighed.
"Did he tell you he has an estate in Winston County?"
The woman nodded quickly.
"He told us the sa thing. I’ve got two kids with him. She’s got three. And we’ve never seen this estate."
Clara added, "Don’t be foolish like us."
The woman’s face darkened. She turned to Tristan, who let out a nervous chuckle.
"Brianna, calm down—"
Slap!
"Ooooh!" Clara and Lira winced in unison, like they’d felt it themselves.
"You liar! I hate you!"
The woman stomped away, storming out through the back door.
Tristan turned to us, throwing up his hands.
"Really, Clara? Twice in one day?" He shot Lira a sharp glare. "You too?"
Lira forced a smile, looking away.
"Don’t look at . Face Clara."
Clara folded her arms across her chest, waiting for him to actually do it. Instead, the bastard swung his gaze to and grinned like a devil.
"Otherworlder! Summon that sexy Heroic Spirit of yours. Let give you another thrashing so I can feel better."
I muttered bitterly.
"I’m F-rank, you shaless cunt. Why don’t you pick on soone your own size?"
Red sparks shimred around .
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