Third Person’s POV
Instead, it was truly instantaneous, as in less than a heartbeat, it crossed the distance and shot straight toward the Enforcent Elder.
Even though the ti of the attack was too short, Solomon’s pupils still suddenly flicked sideways just in ti as he barely registered the attack, only for the glaring red bolt to already be rushing toward his face in the next split second.
However, if Lady Raven believed that this sudden, rage-born strike of hers would be enough to destroy him, she was gravely mistaken.
Her attack was anything but weak.
In fact, it was terrifyingly powerful, and its speed and ferocity had indeed caught Solomon off guard.
But Solomon had not reached the peak of the third stage of the Sky Realm simply by luck or by swallowing gallons of magical potion.
Just as the bowl-thick bolt of crimson lightning was about to strike him, a dense wave of reddish-orange aura erupted violently from his skin, and a deafening explosion followed it.
The blast of his fiery aura t Lady Raven’s red lightning head-on, and the collision created a massive shockwave that tore through the square.
Flas and red sparks, mixed with broken bits of crackling red lightning, scattered in every direction as the space between them twisted and trembled under the overwhelming force.
At the sa ti, the crushing pressure of Solomon’s dominating aura that had been pinning Ethan down vanished in an instant.
Freed from the suffocating weight, Ethan finally lost what little strength he had left and collapsed onto the ground.
He barely managed to stay conscious as a bout of pain and exhaustion washed over him.
But he still forced himself to lift his head just in ti to see a towering mushroom-shaped cloud of fiery red and orange energy rising into the sky, swallowing the space where Solomon had been standing only a mont earlier.
But he did not even have ti to process the sight before the delayed shockwave struck.
Like a violent storm, it swept across the square, flinging Ethan and every young student nearby into the air as if they were nothing more than leaves caught in a hurricane.
Cries of fear rang out as bodies were hurled backward, while only the professors and a few powerful figures like the deacons managed to remain standing as they braced themselves against the destructive force.
The entire square shook under the impact, as if a natural disaster had just struck it.
The world swam back into focus with a jarring slowness as a dull and persistent ringing filled Ethan’s skull, muting all external sounds into a muffled hum.
His vision was a sared canvas of blurry shapes and dusty light, and as he managed to push past the dizziness and sit up, he realized he wasn’t on the cold ground, but cradled against sothing remarkably soft and warm.
His head lolled back as he instinctively found a plush support to rest his head in.
Everything around him was a haze, but the sensation he felt was unmistakable as he realized that he was lying against a woman’s body.
On the other side, the woman in question, Fiona, had already steadied herself.
Though the explosive clash had thrown her as well, she hadn’t been engaged in any sort of fight beforehand like Ethan, so she was left unhard but still a bit disoriented.
She blinked as the settling dust revealed the scene, and a jolt of pure surprise shot through her.
A man was sprawled across her lap, his head forming a heavy, warm weight against her stomach, and worse, his face was buried squarely in the deep, soft valley of her bosom.
To her shock, she recognized him to be none other than Ethan due to his distinctive violet-tinted eyebrows and hair, which she had never seen before.
His brows were furrowed slightly, and his crimson eyes were fluttering behind closed lids as he fought for consciousness while his mouth and nose were pressed intimately into her cleavage, his every exhale a hot breath against the sensitive skin concealed by her plain and thin black muslin robe.
Feeling his breath and face against her intimate place, Fiona froze.
Her shrewd, analytical mind, which was usually so adept at navigating political sches and magical theory, short circuited entirely as she had no experience with n in any intimate way.
For her whole life, she had had no lover or any fiancé due to so arrangent to blur such lines.
And so her beautiful face that was usually a mask of composed elegance, went utterly blank this ti and was stripped of any practiced reaction.
In that suspended mont, Ethan groaned, and a low, pained sound vibrated against her chest.
Instinctively, he tried to push himself up, and his seeking hand ca down for support, but instead of finding solid ground, it landed squarely on the lush, gentle swell of her left breast.
The thin, cheap muslin of her robe was no barrier at all.
Instead, it served only to outline the perfect, yielding fullness of her breasts beneath it.
His fingers didn’t just touch; they grasped it.
His palm molded to the soft, heavy curve and felt the incredible feeling as her breast fit perfectly in his palm, unlike Lucy’s, which were clearly too big to fit in his palms.
The texture of her breasts was immaculate, pillowy soft, yet also contained a firm, succulent resilience underneath.
Even in his confusion, the sensation was instantly, profoundly familiar as his recent, ample experiences with the softness of a woman’s breasts recognized this particular delight imdiately.
Though for Fiona, the blank shock shattered, and the mont his hand closed over her chest, a bolt of pure, electric sensation lanced from the point of contact straight to her core.
Instantly, her body reacted before her mind could, and a cute, high, and lodious gasp erupted from her throat, quivering with surprise and sha.
"Ahh~~! 💗"
She clapped a hand over her mouth instantly, and her wide eyes stared down at the man in her lap, her face flooding with a heat she could feel spreading down her neck.
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