"Yeah… one more thing."
Keith leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, expression caught somewhere between apology and calculation, "That old man Wright is quite stubborn. He's accumulated a lot of support against you. I don't think I can hold them off for long."
"Releasing your aura in front of a bunch of kids isn't anything special, and normally such complaints wouldn't even be registered. Still… it's against the rules. Once someone starts looking for faults, even a sneeze becomes intolerable. And I have a certain prestige to uphold, so…"
He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable. He had already decided not to become a nuisance to Lucian, yet the situation left him with little room to maneuver.
Leylin's expression remained mild, "Don't worry. I've already reached out to someone who can solve the issue. The protests will be over in due time. Just make sure you keep your end of the deal."
With that unconcerned reply, he turned and left the principal's office.
Keith watched the young man's back until the door closed. A wry smile tugged at his lips.
'What a dangerous fella… I can see why Lord Farlier favors him so much. Or perhaps Alistair is his illegitimate son? Well, that's none of my business. Unfortunately for Wright, he's crossed the wrong person. I had hoped to act as a mediator and introduce him into Lord Farlier's camp… but now it seems the old man is as good as finished.'
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After leaving the principal's office, Leylin returned straight to his mansion and entered his private laboratory without delay.
Data projected by the A.I. Chip hovered before his eyes as a faint sparkle of excitement lit his gaze.
He had been searching for various ingredients to create a modified potion, one that would help consolidate his research into unlocking Bloodline ancestry.
Experiment after experiment had ended in utter failure, yet he refused to give up. Day after day he continued refining the formula for the potion he had named Basilisk Blood Breath.
The potion was the culmination of an outrageous amount of potioneering knowledge and countless calculations by the A.I. Chip. Using the knowledge gained on the South Coast as a foundation, he had managed to design a spiritual-force potion suitable for Warlocks.
So far he had tasted only failure. Each failure, however, taught him a little more about his own omissions and miscalculations. He had even begun incorporating resources from the Beast World, further increasing the difficulty because of his limited exposure to their properties and compositions. In return, the potion inched ever closer to stability.
The increase in spiritual force was merely a by-product. Its true function was something far more profound and to reach that stage, he first had to stabilize the base formula and create a functional foundation.
Leylin spent the entire day inside the laboratory. Only when evening arrived did the communication device he had given his butler finally ring, it was carefully calibrated so that they would never disturb his concentration without reason.
"Ah… finally here.' A small smile curved Leylin's lips. His servants would never dare interrupt him lightly, that could only mean one thing, Lita had arrived.
"My Lord," the maid's voice came through, "a guest has arrived to meet you. We have directed her to the guest room."
"Understood. Entertain the guest and tend to her needs properly. I will be there in a moment."
Leylin left the laboratory, returned to his chambers, took a quick shower, and changed into a loose robe and still wearing the appearance of Lucian Alistair, white hair and refined features he walked into the guest hall.
Lita sat on the couch and the moment she saw him enter, she rose and offered a graceful bow, a bashful smile blooming across her face.
She wore a one-piece dress that left her enchanting shoulders bare and revealed an impressive cleavage.
The deep ravine between her full breasts was not blatantly exposed, yet it left more than enough to the imagination. Her dark hair fell loose like a waterfall, cascading over smooth chocolate skin that looked almost too tempting under the soft light.
"Teacher Alistair," she greeted, deliberately choosing the title while glancing at the disguised Leylin and the maid who still stood nearby.
Leylin's gaze lingered on her without restraint. His voice came out low and unhurried, "Go outside. No one is allowed to enter."
The maid bowed and quickly withdrew, shutting the door behind her.
Leylin walked toward Lita with deliberate steps, eyes openly filled with unrestrained lust. Color flooded her cheeks but she could not stop herself from murmuring, "Sir Le—"
He removed the disguise in an instant. A pale finger pressed gently against her soft pink lips, silencing her.
Their eyes met and then he claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, sucking on her lips before sliding his tongue inside to explore.
Lita stiffened in surprise for only a heartbeat before melting into the kiss as their tongues tangled and his hands began to roam her mellow body. Soon she felt a growing heat between her legs; her body trembled under his touch.
They lost themselves for a long while and when they finally parted, Lita was breathing heavily.
Unconsciously she rubbed herself against him, chasing more contact.
Memories of their previous encounters flooded her mind, how good it had felt, how his forcefulness only heightened her arousal. Her thoughts grew muddled with lust and all she knew was that she wanted him, she wanted him to hold her again, to make her feel that way once more.
Her eyes, heavy with passion, silently begged him to continue.
Leylin did not make her wait as he kissed her again, fiercer this time. Her body shivered with excitement the moment their lips met and within seconds she was melting in his arms, kissing him back with equal hunger surrendering completely to what her body demanded.
He cradled her face while their tongues coiled together, then pulled her tightly against him so that their hands could roam freely over each other's bodies.
After a considerable time lost in each other, Leylin swept Lita off her feet and carried her toward a broader couch and even while walking they never stopped kissing.
He laid her down gently. The windows stood open, filling the room with a cool, earthy breeze and a faint sweetness in the air.
Leylin unfastened her clothes, eager to caress the abundant breasts that had been teasing him. The couch was low; he knelt so he could reach her properly and soon everything was removed except her lingerie.
He gripped her waist and stood up, lifting her as she instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he grabbed her bouncy bottom.
Lita slid down to the floor just long enough to discard the a piece of cloth connected to her bra, the one that had covered her abdomen.
In a sudden playful shift, Leylin's features shimmered once more as white hair cascaded over his shoulders as he resumed the refined appearance of Lucian Alistair.
He leaned down and kissed her deeply, thoroughly, until she was breathless again.
When he finally drew back, a teasing smile curved his lips, "Do you like this one more?"
Lita's cheeks burned crimson as she averted her eyes for a second, then looked back at him with quiet sincerity, "I love both of them… but your real face is more handsome."
"What a vixen you are..." Leylin laughed softly, the sound warm and low.
He shifted again, returning to his true appearance, then began trailing kisses down her body. He moved lower and lower until his lips brushed the soft skin surrounding her most intimate place.
Lita laid back on the couch, every nerve focused on the kisses he scattered across her. All she could think was how good it felt and how desperately she wanted more.
She rolled her hips, trying to guide his mouth to her opening, yet he matched every movement, never quite giving her what she craved.
Then he seemed to forget himself in the heat of her body and without warning he licked a long, slow stripe over her folds and sucked gently at the same time.
"Ahn—!"
A sharp moan tore from Lita's throat as intense pleasure exploded from her sensitive entrance. He continued to suck and lick without mercy.
It did not take long before a powerful wave of ecstasy crashed through her lower body. Clear fluids gushed from her tunnel, soaking the couch beneath her.
Leylin lapped at her greedily while his hands reached up to cup and massage her bountiful breasts, fingers soft yet insistent. When he finally looked up, the sight of her flushed, sweaty face only inflamed him further.
He stood just long enough to remove his pants, freeing his already erect cock and this time he wanted to feel her mouth.
He sat on the edge of the couch near her head and spread his legs, giving her easy access. Lita was still panting from the intense orgasm, yet her eyes never left him. Her body was far from satisfied with only his tongue; she ached for more.
"Your turn now," Leylin said quietly.
Even exhausted, Lita did not look away. Hearing his words, she decided it was only fair that she return the pleasure but he only problem was that she had never done this before… and she did not know how.