Chapter 257: Chapter : 257 : Ela’s Confession!

Luna’s arms tightened around Aiden’s neck like a vice the moment Ela spoke. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest, soft mounds squishing warmly through velvet, nipples stiff and obvious as she deliberately rubbed them against him. Her blue eyes narrowed into suspicious slits, locked on the lavender-haired Voss girl like a wolf guarding her mate.

Aiden let the moment stretch—staring at Ela for several long heartbeats, memories clicking into place. The courtyard dust incident. The graceful bow. The quiet apology that had made Elara seethe.

“You’re the girl from this morning,” he said finally, voice calm but carrying.

“Yeah!” Nyxion piped up immediately, fluffy black tail flicking as she pointed one clawed finger at Ela. “You’re the one who saved that stupid guy from Heart Lord!”

“You mentioned he was your brother, didn’t you?” Lysandra asked, tilting her elegant head.

“Y-yeah…” Ela whispered, cheeks flaming brighter, hands twisting the hem of her skirt so hard the fabric wrinkled.

“Ohh… please sit,” Nayla drawled in that low, seductive purr of hers, gesturing lazily at the empty chair beside Aiden—the one Luna had vacated before climbing into his lap like she owned it. Nayla’s blue-tinted lips curved into a wicked, inviting smile. “Plenty of room.”

Ela’s amethyst eyes darted around the table—taking in thirteen pairs of eyes, thirteen different flavors of beauty and danger. Thristle’s feral grin. Venya’s excited wing-flutter. Zerra’s bouncing enthusiasm. Vegia’s nervous little wave. Selvara’s crossed arms and half-lidded tsundere glare. Nyxion’s pouty curiosity. Nayla’s predatory warmth. Lysandra’s quiet elegance. Valeforia and Xylendra’s mirrored dark smirks. Aethoniel’s shy peek from behind Aiden’s shoulder.

They all nodded—some slowly, some eagerly.

Finally her gaze landed on Aiden.

He gave her one small, reassuring nod.

Luna’s suspicion didn’t fade—she just clung tighter, hips grinding down subtly in possessive little circles, tail thumping against Aiden’s thigh like a warning drum.

Ela moved—slow, careful steps—like she was walking into a dragon’s den. When she reached the chair she hesitated, then sat gingerly on the edge, back straight, hands folded in her lap.

The second her ass hit the seat, she yelped—tiny, startled sound—because Zerra, Nayla, Nyxion, Thristle, and Venya were all staring at her with matching scary-sweet smiles. Predatory. Hungry. Playful in the most terrifying way.

Vegia waved nervously from across the table. “H-hi…”

Ela managed a soft, shaky smile and waved back.

Aiden’s voice cut through the tension—low, direct.

“You want something from us.”

“My Lord…” Venya called excitedly, crimson wings fluttering so fast they blurred. “Maybe she wants to be your wife?”

“What?!” Ela yelped, face exploding crimson. “No—I mean—I’m not—I don’t—”

“She’s just messing with you,” Selvara muttered, looking away with classic tsundere huff, cheeks faintly pink. “Calm down.”

Ela exhaled shakily, shoulders dropping a fraction. She stared at the table for several seconds—long enough for the silence to thicken—then lifted her gaze to Aiden’s.

“When… when you evaluated your mana…” Her voice trembled, fragile as glass. “I was surprised. Surprised that someone was stronger than my brother.”

The table went still. Even Luna’s grinding slowed, her suspicious glare softening into something closer to sympathy.

“I always thought my brother was… unreachable,” Ela continued, words tumbling out faster now. “That no one—no noble—could ever catch up to him. I’ve always been weaker than him. Weaker than Elara. And being… being the daughter of a mistress…” Her voice cracked. “I was always looked down on. Always the half-blood. Always the spare.”

Luna’s ears drooped. She looked up at Aiden, then back at Ela—suspicion melting into quiet understanding.

“But today…” Ela’s amethyst eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “When Ricor screamed that you were unquantifiable… limitless… stronger than Elarion… something lifted. Off my chest. For the first time I thought… maybe… just maybe… if a commoner could surpass my brother, then it was possible for me to surpass him too.”

Aiden listened—really listened—his hand still rubbing slow circles on Luna’s lower back.

“So I just wanted to say…” Ela swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

She looked at him with trembling, hopeful eyes.

Aiden sighed softly. He leaned down, rubbing his cheek against Luna’s in a slow, affectionate nuzzle. Luna immediately purred—loud, contented—hips rocking happily again.

“Sounds like a tough life you’ve had,” he said quietly.

Ela nodded—small, jerky motion.

Around the table, smiles bloomed.

“Ooo… you’re adorable,” Nayla cooed, leaning forward with predatory warmth. “I wanna pet you.”

“We’ll help you out,” Arisha declared proudly, cracking her knuckles. “Anyone gives you shit, point them my way.”

“My King is amazing,” Thristle said with a feral smirk.

“Heart Lord is the best,” Nyxion added, tail swishing.

“Touché…” Selvara muttered, still looking away like a pouty tsundere.

“My Lord… I wanna hug her!” Venya squealed, wings fluttering so hard they stirred the air.

Vegia, Aethoniel and Lysandra just smiled—gentle, welcoming.

“T-thank you,” Ela whispered, bottom lip trembling. A single tear slipped down her cheek; she swiped it away quickly.

Aiden’s voice softened.

“Your brother’s overprotective.”

Ela laughed—small, nervous sound.

“He is. Extreme, especially when it comes to Elara. They just… love each other too much.”

Before anyone could respond, a soft, sweet voice floated over the table.

“Mr. Nightshade?”

Every head turned.

Professor Mira Hale stood a few paces away—brown hair in its neat bun, hazel eyes warm and knowing, massive breasts straining her sheer lace tunic, mini cotton skirt hugging wide hips. She looked… hopeful.

“Can you please come with me?” she asked gently.

Aiden glanced at his wives—then at Ela, who was watching with wide eyes—then back at Mira.

He thought for half a second.

“O-okay,” he said. “Sure.”

“Good.” Mira smiled—small, relieved. “Then follow me.”

She turned and walked toward the arched exit.

Aiden looked down at Luna—still straddling his lap, arms locked around his neck, blue eyes suddenly huge and pleading.

“Master…” she whimpered, voice tiny.

He leaned in—slow, tender—and kissed her.

Soft at first—then deeper. Luna melted instantly—moaning into his mouth, hips grinding down hard, tail thumping wildly against his thigh.

Ela—sitting right beside them—covered her mouth with both hands, cheeks flaming scarlet.

“H-huh…?”

Aiden broke the kiss slowly—lips brushing Luna’s one last time.

He placed his palm gently on her belly—right over the subtle swell where their child was growing.

“Luna… don’t worry,” he murmured against her ear. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, alright?”

Luna nodded—still dazed, eyes glassy from the kiss, cheeks flushed.

Aiden lifted her carefully—strong hands under her thighs—and set her back in his seat.

She immediately curled into a ball on the chair, tail wrapped around herself, watching him with big, needy puppy eyes.

Aiden stood—tall, calm, dangerous—and turned to Mira.

“Lead the way.”

Mira’s smile widened—just a fraction.

She turned and walked.

Aiden followed—leaving thirteen wives and one trembling half-Voss princess staring after him.

The cafeteria doors closed softly behind them.

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Aiden strolled casually behind Professor Mira Hale, one hand tucked behind his head, the other swinging loose at his side. A low, carefree whistle slipped from his lips—some half-remembered tune from his old world—as his eyes kept drifting, shamelessly, to the hypnotic sway of her hips.

*Damn… those hips are massive,* he thought, gaze tracing the generous curve where her mini cotton skirt clung like it was painted on. Each step made the fabric shift, hugging thick thighs and a plump, rounded ass that jiggled just enough to draw blood south. *Reminds me of Nayla. Same breed—built for gripping, for breeding. Fuck, I’d love to bend her over one of these fancy tables and—*

“Sir,” Mira’s warm voice broke through his daydream, “what you did at the evaluation trial was… amazing.”

Aiden blinked, dragging his eyes up to the back of her head—brown hair still neatly bunned, a few soft strands escaping to brush her neck.

“Ohh… yeah… thanks,” he replied, voice casual even as his stare slid right back down to that swaying ass. *She’s gotta know I’m looking. No way she doesn’t feel it.*

They walked on in comfortable quiet for a few moments, boots echoing softly on polished marble.

The corridor stretched long and grand—vaulted ceilings painted with faint constellations, walls lined with towering portraits of stern-faced nobles in ancient robes, their eyes seeming to follow passersby.

Between the paintings hung framed scenes of past students mid-duel, mid-spell, mid-victory at the academy’s annual sports festival—frozen moments of glory lit by soft floating lanterns.

Suits of enchanted armor stood sentinel in alcoves, metal polished to mirror shine, faint runes pulsing along joints.

Intricate wooden furniture—benches carved with mythical beasts, side tables inlaid with glowing crystal—dotted the hall like silent guardians.

Aiden’s grin widened.

*This is goddamn Hogwarts. And I’m fucking Harry Potter… but with a harem instead of a scar.* He almost laughed out loud. *Instead of Voldemort, I’ve got jealous nobles and a milf chef who wants to ride me in the pantry. Life’s good.*

Mira glanced over her shoulder—catching him mid-stare. Her hazel eyes crinkled with amusement, lips curving.

“You’re awfully quiet back there, Mr. Nightshade.”

Aiden shrugged, not bothering to hide where his eyes had been.

“Just admiring the architecture,” he said smoothly. “And the… view.”

Mira laughed—soft, throaty, delighted.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Guilty,” he shot back, smirk widening. “So… where exactly are we going? You’ve got me walking through half the castle.”

“We’ll know in a moment,” she replied, still facing forward, hips continuing their hypnotic roll.

Aiden tilted his head.

“That’s cryptic as hell, Professor.”

“Patience is a virtue,” she teased.

“Not one of mine,” he countered. “I’m more the ’take what I want now’ type.”

Mira’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“I’ve noticed.”

Another stretch of corridor—more portraits, more armor, more floating lanterns drifting like fireflies. Aiden’s whistle picked up again, lazy and content.

*If this is some disciplinary meeting, I’m gonna be disappointed. But if it’s her office… private office… locked door…* His mind flashed to the way her tunic strained over those heavy breasts, the way her skirt rode up just enough to tease thigh. *Yeah. I could work with that.*

Finally Mira slowed, then stopped before an arched wooden door set into the stone. A small brass plate gleamed:

**Prof. Mira Hale**

She reached for the knob—fingers brushing it lightly. A soft pulse of visible mana flowed from her palm—warm amber light tracing elegant patterns across the wood—before the lock clicked open with a satisfied *thunk*.

She turned to face him fully then—smile gentle, eyes sparkling with something deeper than simple courtesy.

“Please come in, sir.”

Aiden nodded—once—smirk still in place.

“After you, Professor.”

Mira stepped inside.

Aiden followed.

The door shut behind them with a quiet, final sound.

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END OF Chapter : 257 : ELA’S CONFESSION!

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