The sun had barely risen, casting soft amber hues across the academy grounds. The morning breeze whistled gently through the trees that lined the dormitory path, carrying with it the faint scent of dew-soaked grass and the distant murmur of students beginning their day. But Lucas wasn’t paying attention to any of that.
He was inside his room, legs crossed, body still, eyes closed as he cultivated with precision. His breaths were deep and slow, drawing the last remnants of the Yin energy that still lingered in his system—leftovers from his night with Selene. He directed it with practiced ease, guiding it to soothe his strained ridians and stabilize his Dantian. His duel with Princess Nyx had shaken him more than he’d let on. The blow to his arm had left behind a lingering ache that only ti, cultivation, and inner healing could nd.
But the Yin energy was running out.
As he tried to push it deeper into his core, he realized the flow had thinned. There just wasn’t enough left to produce the sa result. He let out a long exhale, breaking his focus. The power was fading fast, and any attempts to continue would be a waste of ti.
"Tch... it’s almost depleted," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
Lucas stood, stretched, and glanced around the empty room. It was quiet, too quiet. His roommates had left for their morning sessions, and Lira—sweet, loyal Lira—had been given the day off. He’d insisted. She protested at first, but he’d told her to take so ti to enjoy herself, maybe wander the city or rest. She’d finally agreed, reluctantly, and left early that morning with a smile.
Now, Lucas felt oddly alone. But not lonely.
He left the room and stepped into the academy’s vast grounds, where life buzzed with activity. Students rushed to classes, sparring rings echoed with the clash of Qi-imbued weapons, and the air thrumd with raw energy. The sight of so many young cultivators chasing strength reminded Lucas of his own past life—where resources were scarce and only the privileged or lucky ever progressed.
He walked with his hands in his robe pockets, letting his feet take him wherever. His mind wandered—thoughts of Selene flashing briefly across his mind, followed by a deeper, more lingering image... Princess Nyx.
He could still feel the sting from her ice spear, still hear the crowd gasping in awe, still see her amused smile as they walked back to the stands. She was beautiful—dangerously so. Her Yin energy, if he ever managed to claim it, would be unlike anything he’d absorbed before. But she was royalty. The king’s daughter. Far from reach... for now.
"I’ll need more power. More cultivation. And more won," he mused. "If I’m going to build an empire, I’ll need an empire of beauties first."
As he turned a corner around one of the academy gardens, a familiar figure stepped into his path.
"Nana."
She stood with her hands behind her back, seemingly waiting for him. Her blonde hair shimred in the morning sun, and her lips curled into a nervous but hopeful smile when their eyes t.
Lucas arched a brow. He hadn’t expected to see her. Not alone.
"Hey," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Got a mont?"
Lucas gave her a long, unreadable stare before finally nodding.
"I do. What’s up?"
Nana stepped a bit closer, her gaze dipping for a mont before eting his again. There was a flicker of sothing in her eyes—curiosity, maybe... but also a hint of sothing deeper.
"I’ve been aning to talk to you," she said softly. "Just... never got the chance. You’re always surrounded by people."
Lucas smirked. "That’s true. But not today."
There was a beat of silence between them, charged with an unspoken tension. Lucas could already guess what this was about.
"Selene told you about our sex ," he said bluntly.
Nana didn’t answer imdiately, but the redness that blood in her cheeks told him everything he needed to know.
"She told a few things," Nana said, her voice quieter now. "Not everything, but... enough."
Lucas tilted his head, amused. "And that made you want to talk to ?"
She bit her lower lip. "It made curious, alright? I’m not like her—bold and confident. I’m... still figuring things out."
Lucas took a slow step forward, his presence suddenly more intense, his gaze sharper. "So what are you trying to figure out?
She hesitated for only a mont. Then she stepped forward, her eyes locked onto his with sothing fierce and undeniable blazing behind them. "I want to fuck you."
The words dropped like a bomb.
Even Nana looked like she didn’t believe she had just said that out loud. Her face flushed crimson almost imdiately, her mouth twitching as if trying to reel the words back in. But it was too late.
Lucas didn’t flinch. He didn’t act shocked. He just raised one brow slightly and smirked — that slow, devilish smirk that ca when he knew the charm of his dual cultivation was working its silent magic again.
Nana’s breathing grew uneven, her fists clenched at her sides. "Selene told everything. That night... she could barely walk the next day. She couldn’t stop talking about you. About how it felt."
Lucas stepped closer, not touching her, just standing in her space. Close enough for her to feel the quiet power radiating from him — the control, the heat beneath the surface.
"I’ll co to you tonight," he said, voice low, almost a whisper. "Be ready. Don’t tell anyone."
Nana’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitent and nerves passing through them. She gave a small nod.
Lucas smirked, brushing past her without another word, leaving her flustered and watching him walk away — already thinking about the night ahead.
Evening fell with a soft breeze weaving through the academy grounds. The golden hue of the sun dipped into shadows, casting an amber glow across the stone pathways as Lucas made his way toward the servant quarters. He wore a relaxed expression, hands tucked behind his back, his senses already heightened — anticipating what was waiting for him.
The door to the small room opened before he could knock.
Nana stood in the doorway, eyes slightly wide, breath shallow. She had clearly been waiting.
Lucas stepped inside without a word, letting his gaze sweep over the room. The lights were dim, flickering softly from spirit lanterns set around the corners. A sweet floral fragrance lingered in the air, mingling with sothing warr — desire. The bed was made neatly, with soft silks draped over it. Petals were scattered across the sheets in an almost cliché but oddly endearing manner.
It amused him.
"These girls really go all in," Lucas thought with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So easy to fuck... but still, she did put in the effort."
Nana closed the door behind him, her fingers lingering on the wood for a second as if steadying herself. When she turned, Lucas got a full look at her — and he nearly whistled.
She was dressed in a sheer, lacy robe that clung to her curves like it had been sewn by a god of temptation. The fabric dipped low across her chest, offering an unhindered view of the most generous pair of breasts Lucas had ever seen. Large, full, and smooth — they swelled against the thin material with every breath she took.
He wasn’t exaggerating. Selene had a beautiful body, but Nana’s... her proportions were wild.
Lucas didn’t say anything for a mont. He just looked at her, letting his eyes trail down her body with slow appreciation. Nana shifted under his gaze, but she didn’t flinch or cover herself. In fact, her chin rose slightly, as if daring him to say sothing — to act on what he saw.
Lucas finally chuckled, the sound deep and low.
"You really prepared for ," he said, walking forward until he was right in front of her. "Didn’t expect you to go all out."
Nana didn’t say a word. She was breathing heavier now, standing still like prey caught in the eyes of a predator — but not wanting to run.
Lucas brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You look... divine," he whispered, letting his fingers trail down to her collarbone. "But tell sothing, Nana... are you doing this because of what Selene said, or because you want this?"
Nana looked up at him, eyes trembling slightly — but her voice was firm. "Both."
Lucas’s smirk widened.
He stepped back, just slightly, taking in the sight once more — the candlelight, the soft skin, the anticipation buzzing in the air.
Tonight, he would take her, but not just for pleasure.
Her Yin energy.
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