The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Aestrea Against The World (XXXIV)

Aestrea’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing her words.

He didn’t… stop time?

In that instant, the realization hit him like ice water. The flow of magic keeping the world still wasn’t actually draining from him…

It was draining from her.

“My, oh my~…” Yennefer stepped forward, her movements unhurried and deliberate, teasingly, each step clicking softly in the frozen air.

“I didn’t expect you to have a Time Affinity, Darling~”

The petals that had been suspended mid-spin now began to fall again, slowly spiraling down between them as she drew closer.

And for the first time in a long while… Aestrea found himself stepping back.

Yennefer’s crimson eyes gleamed brighter as she closed the distance, her smile widening with possessiveness.

And suddenly…

“…Ah…”

Aestrea’s lips parted in surprise.

She vanished.

And in the very next moment, she was behind him, her delicate arms wrapping tightly around his neck like a trap.

“Ahhn~ This intoxicating smell…” Her voice dripped with pleasure, slow and soft, like a purr.

“How I’ve always missed it~”

Her eyes rolled back just a little as she took a deep, greedy breath right from the skin at the curve of his neck, as if drinking him in.

Fwirl!

Her body suddenly dissolved into a swirl of black petals, which danced and wrapped themselves around Aestrea’s form.

They clung tightly, binding him, holding him still.

“…Mhm… I really did miss you a lot, Darling… ♡”

Then, as the petals faded, Yennefer reappeared before him.

But this time, she was different.

Her dress had vanished.

She stood there in simple yet seductive black lingerie.

Her skin was pale, milky white, almost sickly in its smoothness, like porcelain touched by moonlight.

Her breasts were larger than before, full and perfectly shaped, the delicate curves soft and inviting beneath the thin lace.

Her red lips looked even fuller, shining like fresh petals, tempting and impossible to ignore.

The black underwear she wore was elegant but bare, a thin lace bra that hugged her breasts closely, delicate straps tracing gentle lines along her shoulders and collarbones.

Below, the matching panties were low-cut, simple but so well-fitted that they left little to the imagination, the lace edges teasing with a soft scallop that framed her hips and thighs.

Crack…!

Suddenly, the space around them shifted entirely.

Eleonora’s office was instantly replaced by a pristine white room which was empty, silent, and strangely cold.

It felt like a world made just for them.

Click, click~

“Now~, what shall I do with you~?” she purred, biting her lower lip with a sultry smile.

But as she glanced up at his face, her smile faltered, replaced by a frown.

From beginning to end, even when she had reappeared behind him and heard that slight note of surprise in his voice, his expression… hadn’t changed.

It remained calm as always.

As if he knew she would never truly harm him.

As if… he wasn’t taking her seriously.

That made her eyes widen, heat flooding into her glare.

She stepped right into him, pressing her full breasts against his chest, the soft weight molding to him.

Without another word…

“Mmnn…♡”

Her lips crashed into his, hot and forceful.

Her tongue slid in immediately, twining against his, wet and eager.

“Mmh… haah… mmm~… ♡”

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, tongues sliding and curling together, saliva mixing as the slick sounds filled the empty white room.

Her fingers curled tightly at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as her tongue pushed harder, twisting and stroking against his in a messy, hungry dance.

“Nnnhh… fhuah… mmhha~… ♡”

When she finally pulled away, their lips parted with a wet sound, a thin, glistening string of saliva stretching between their tongues before snapping.

Her breath was heavy, eyes burning into his… and yet his face was still the same.

Her chest heaved, and then she snapped.

“WHY?!”

Her cry echoed in the white void, sharp and trembling with a frustration that burned hotter than her lust.

Her hands shot up, fingers digging into his cheeks, forcing his face to tilt toward her.

Her breath came in fast, shallow bursts, fanning over his lips as her crimson eyes trembled between fury and longing.

“Why… why do you look at me like that…?” she hissed, her voice breaking into something softer, almost pleading.

“Like you already know every move I’ll make… like you’re just waiting for me to finish my little game…”

Her thumbs stroked along his jaw in a trembling caress, but her grip never loosened, her nails just barely scraping against his skin.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you…?” she whispered, leaning so close their noses almost touched, her lips ghosting against his.

“You enjoy watching me lose control over you… enjoy making me feel like I’m the only one drowning while you stand there… calm…”

She giggled dangerously.

However, at that moment… Aestrea finally spoke.

“Are you done now?”

Aestrea’s voice was quite casual, almost bored.

The casual dismissal hit her like a knife to the chest, and her breath caught.

Her crimson eyes flared with sudden rage, the warmth in them twisting into something violent.

“Why won’t you look at me…” she whispered faintly.

But then, as his gaze met hers calmly, something inside her snapped

“WHY WON’T YOU FUCKING LOOK AT ME?!” she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“YOU ALWAYS LOOK AT THEM, THOSE BITCHES WITH CLEAR LOVE IN YOUR DAMNED EYES… BUT WHY NOT ME?!”

Her voice cracked as it echoed in the empty space, yet he raised an eyebrow, as if her fury was nothing more than noise.

“…Why not at me?”

Her voice trembled, lowering until it was almost a whisper.

“Why won’t you look at me…”

Her crimson eyes searched his face desperately, her breath hitching.

“I love you so damn much… but why… won’t you simply look at me?” she asked again… and again… each repetition softer, more cracked, as though the words themselves were fraying her sanity.

“I’ll do anything for you… anything… Whether it’s tearing kingdoms apart, drowning a whole continent in fire, slaughtering every single one of them… just say the word, and I’ll do it…” Her voice broke into a sob, yet there was still a dangerous edge beneath it.

“So why…”

Her gaze locked onto him through the blur of tears, her lips trembling.

“Why won’t you simply… love me?”

The first tear slid down her pale cheek, then another.

Her fingers, which had been gripping his shoulders, suddenly moved to cup his face, too roughly, her nails digging into his skin.

She forced his head toward her, her breath hot and ragged against his lips.

“You will look at me…” she hissed, her tears dripping onto him. “Even if I have to force you to.”

In the next heartbeat, her lips crashed against his, not with tenderness, but with raw, almost desperate hunger.

“Mmhhn—♥” She forced her tongue past his lips, twisting, curling, tasting him like she was trying to claim every part of his mouth.

Her kiss was messy, frantic, teeth scraping, lips bruising his.

Wet sounds filled the white space around them as she pulled him closer, breasts crushed against his chest, her hips pressing forward as though trying to melt into him.

When she finally pulled back, a thin bridge of saliva stretched between their tongues, trembling before snapping.

Her chest heaved, her tears still falling.

“…Look at me…” she whispered, voice shaking with both rage and heartbreak.

“…Love me…”

For a moment, Aestrea simply sat there, silent, letting her ragged breathing and the pounding of her heart fill the space between them.

Then, without a single warning, his hand slid to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he pulled her in.

His lips met hers with sudden force, his mouth claiming hers completely.

“Ahaa♥!” Yennefer’s eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed.

His tongue pushed against hers, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, tasting every corner of her mouth as if punishing her for doubting him.

Their lips moved in a heated rhythm, messy and wet, teeth grazing, breath mingling until neither could tell where one ended and the other began.

His hand gripped her hair tighter, holding her in place as if he would never let her pull away.

The kiss stretched on and on, long enough that her legs began to tremble, her chest aching from the lack of air, until finally, his lips broke away from hers.

A thin, shimmering line of saliva connected them, quivering in the air before breaking.

Their foreheads connected as Aestrea’s vertical slits met Yennefer’s crimson eyes with a softened arch.

“When….” he asked quietly.

“Did I ever say… that I didn’t love you?”

His words caused Yennefer’s face to change instantly, from the miserable rage for possession, to a completely raw and unfiltered love gaze.

Her features softened instantly as she gazed deeply into his eyes.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” She kept on muttering as she silently put her head on his shoulders.

Aestrea simply nodded slighly as he gently embraced her back, the black petals around him dissipating slowly.

“…I love you too.”

He muttered slighly as he felt Yennefer’s body quiver.

But at the same time…

His lips curled up slighly.