[Author’s note: Sorry for the inconvenience, but after editing the last Chapter(Chapter 73) I made so changes. In case you already unlocked it, kindly check it out and reread.]
It was none other than Nora, who had one arm hanging limply off the mattress.
Her legs were spread apart, and from where Damien stood, he was offered a free sighting into her milky, white thighs.
A small smile tugged at Damien’s lips at the sight, and he slowly licked his lips.
But the next mont, Nora’s eyelashes fluttered open. Her drowsy gaze blinked a few tis before focusing on the tall figure standing by the doorway.
"Damien?" she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
He smiled faintly. "Yeah."
Her eyes widened a little more, and she quickly pushed herself upright.
The realization that he was watching her dawned on her only a second later, and her face instantly turned red.
She had been sprawled across the bed in a rather unladylike position—legs crooked, shirt slightly loose from tossing in her sleep. The mory of that made her heart skip embarrassingly.
’He saw that... oh no...’ she thought.
She quickly brushed her hair aside, forcing herself to act calm as she tried to push the embarrassing thought away.
Her lips parted, and she asked, her voice still soft but curious, "How... was the awakening?"
Damien took a slow step forward, his tone casual but with a quiet undertone of satisfaction.
"It went well," he said simply. Then his lips curved faintly upward. "I awakened a Unique class."
For a mont, Nora just nodded, her half-awake mind processing his words chanically.
Then, a second later, the phrase echoed in her head again—Unique class.
Her eyes shot wide open.
She blinked rapidly, staring at him as if she had misheard.
"You awakened a what...?" she stamred, her voice rising in shock. "A Unique class?!"
Damien nodded slightly, a small, knowing smile resting on his lips.
Nora’s face, however, remained frozen in utter disbelief.
Her eyes were wide and unblinking, her lips slightly parted as though her mind refused to process what she had just heard.
The room felt strangely still—silent except for the faint rustling of the breeze blowing across the room.
She blinked over and over again. Then, pushing herself off the bed, she slowly walked toward him, each hesitant step revealing the disbelief still etched into her features.
"You’re..." she began softly, her voice trembling as if afraid the words might turn out to be false. "...serious?"
Damien’s smirk widened faintly. He lifted his hand, pulling out the golden invitation from his pocket and waving it playfully in front of her face.
"Sure," he said with an easy tone, his eyes glinting faintly with amusent. "I also got an elite invitation to the academy."
Nora’s body stiffened.
For a heartbeat, she couldn’t breathe.
The words left his mouth so casually—so effortlessly—that they almost didn’t register in her mind at first.
But once they did, her knees weakened slightly, and she had to take a half-step back to steady herself.
He didn’t just awaken a Unique class.
He had also received a golden invitation—sothing so rare that even most nobles never saw one in their lives.
Her mind reeled.
She knew better than anyone how difficult it was for people in their poor, isolated village to awaken anything higher than a Common grade class.
Most villagers lived and died as farrs, woodcutters, or hunters—those who failed to awaken even once.
A few lucky ones might awaken a Rare grade and rise a little higher, but even that was celebrated like a miracle.
And yet, here Damien stood... holding a Unique grade.
That alone was already enough to leave her speechless. But the golden card? The elite invitation into the prestigious Evergreen Spire Academy—a place where only the kingdom’s most exceptional talents studied?
Her thoughts scattered completely.
To soone like her, who didn’t even possess a class of her own, this was beyond unimaginable. It was too much—too overwhelming to take in at once.
She shook her head quickly, her hair swaying slightly as she tried to steady her breathing. Her heart raced wildly in her chest, torn between pride, awe, and an odd sting of sadness.
Then, slowly, her expression softened.
She looked up at him again—her cheeks faintly flushed, but this ti not from embarrassnt.
Her chest tightened, and her gaze trembled as she realized sothing.
Turning her head slightly to the side, she bit her lower lip and spoke in a small, almost wistful tone.
"That ans..." she murmured, her eyes glancing away shyly. "...you’ll be leaving us alone soon."
It wasn’t that she wanted to hold him back—on the contrary, she was proud beyond words—but the thought that Damien would soon be leaving them for a long ti made her heart ache strongly.
Damien chuckled softly.
"No," he said calmly, his tone firm but teasing. "I would never leave you two alone."
Then, leaning back a little, his lips curved into a playful grin. "Missing already?"
Nora’s face instantly turned crimson.
She took a small step back, her hands clenching nervously by her sides as she stamred, "O-of course I am... y-you’re my wonderful nephew, after all."
Her voice cracked slightly at the end, and she quickly turned her face away, trying to hide the deepening blush that dusted her cheeks.
Damien chuckled again, wrapping a hand around her waist before pulling her closer.
Nora gasped in surprise, but didn’t resist as her huge breasts were pressed against his chest, and his hand slowly drifted down, resting above the swell of her buttocks.
"You miss your wonderful nephew... or you miss your nephew’s wonderful dick, which one is it aunt?" he asked, his hand slipping even lower, cupping a handful of her ass.
"Ahhh..." Nora moaned softly, her lips curling into a lustful smile.
"I-I think it’s both..." she muttered, swallowing a hard gulp as she looked down, easily noticing the bulge tenting on Damien’s pants.
Her hand slipped down, gently rubbing across the bulge, gasping when she felt it pulse under her palm.
"But... I’ll miss your wonderful dick even more." she said, loosing his pants with a smile on her face.
"Who else has such a huge dick... that can pound my slutty pussy... if not you nephew?" she said, finally undoing the pants, causing them to fall to the ground between Damien’s legs.
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