William stepped out of the room, freshly dressed and feeling relaxed. He put on his clothes slowly, sensing the day was just beginning. Outside, the sun was still on its way to the peak—an excellent ti to train.
Throughout the morning, he followed his exercise regin under Angel's ntal instructions. His body responded more efficiently: his movents were smoother, his reflexes sharper. Even though only a day had passed, the difference was terrifying.
"Angel, can you confirm the tea's effect on my body?"
"Beginning deep scan... scan complete... displaying analysis."
A 3D diagram of the brain appeared in front of him, showing the sa spot highlighted earlier that morning, but now surrounded by several similar points scattered across the brain.
"Angel, what am I looking at?"
"Upon analysis, these anomalies were detected at a cellular level. In the hologram, magnified 300,000 tis, you can see that neurons have undergone an unidentified mutation. However, they're now capable of sending and receiving information twice as fast as before ingesting the Calm Dew Tea."
Angel's words stunned William. He could barely believe what he was hearing. Back on Earth, one of the biggest challenges he'd faced when designing the neural implant was that human neural networks couldn't handle the external impulse load—they simply weren't designed for such massive input.
"Angel, based on this, how much has your data transfer capacity improved?"
"According to the results, total data transfer capacity has increased from 22.35% to 22.41%."
The increase seed minimal, but in practice, his reaction speed had visibly improved.
For the rest of the training, he focused on adapting to his new body, finding the results incredibly satisfying.
Despite his training session lasting much longer than usual, his companions didn't leave; instead, they patiently waited for him before heading to the cafeteria. On the way there, William was deep in thought, replaying his chaotic yet fruitful day. First, he had discovered a way to significantly enhance his abilities. There was also hope of delving into the magical world if he could convince Professor Aurus to recomnd him to that academy. And second, he couldn't get the taste of Rose out of his mind. Despite having had many won throughout his life, he had never tasted anything as delicious as what he'd experienced the night before.
When they reached the cafeteria, the nobles maintained their arrogance, but no one dared provoke him directly. With Captain Irven always lurking nearby, picking a fight with this commoner would be an insult to his authority.
In the middle of lunch, Dixon asked:
"Hey, Will... what happened yesterday? Were you with Professor Aurus all night?"
William chewed slowly before replying.
"Yes. Nothing serious. Just tests, questions... the usual. Don't worry about it. Better focus on your training. Don't get distracted by unnecessary things."
After finishing their al, everyone returned to training until it was ti for the language class. The lesson was fairly simple, so Aurus excused William early.
William headed to Aurus's residence. On the way, he crossed paths with Rose again. This ti, her smile was more shaless.
"You don't have to say a word," she whispered. "Just follow ."
Rose led him to an empty room. "The master rarely uses this room, so no one will co."
Once inside, she glanced quickly to both sides before slowly closing the door, careful not to make a sound. Then, without a word, she lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing a tiny black lace thong—provocative and utterly useless. The fabric barely covered anything, and the dampness was obvious. William felt his cock harden imdiately, pulsing with painful urgency.
"Like what you see?" she whispered, not turning around, her voice laced with mischief.
Without responding, William stepped closer and simply moved the fabric aside, exposing the jewel between her thighs: the glistening center of her desire and, above it, that full, firm, perfect ass, seemingly crafted to be held with both hands.
She leaned forward slightly, bracing herself against the bed fra, and turned her face just enough to give him a dangerous smile.
"Do it. Here. Now."
William needed no further invitation. He clumsily pulled down his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. He stepped behind her and, without preamble, thrust deep inside her in one hard push. Rose moaned loudly, biting her lip to muffle the sound as she gripped the wood.
"Fuck...!" she gasped. "Yes... just like that!"
Dust rose beneath their feet. The creaking of old wood, the scent of dry earth and fallen leaves, mingled with the heat of Rose's body, her stifled moans, the wet, rhythmic sounds of each thrust.
William gripped her tightly by the hips, making each pelvic slam deeper, wilder. His cock slid into her effortlessly, enveloped in her heat, her delicious wetness. Rose trembled, her body quaking with pleasure, her ass bouncing back against his stomach.
He leaned over her, kissing her neck, gently biting her earlobe, and Rose arched her back even more, offering herself further, craving more.
"You're addictive..." he growled.
She only replied with a muffled moan, her legs trembling, on the verge of collapse. William quickened the pace, his movents desperate, almost brutal, until he felt Rose trembling beneath him, convulsing in a deep, silent orgasm that left her panting against the wood.
That pushed him over the edge. With one final, deep thrust, he ca inside her with a force that left him reeling. His breathing was a ss, his mind fogged.
Rose remained bent over a mont longer, shivering as she felt him filling her. Then she slowly straightened, turning to face him, her cheeks flushed and her smile content.
"If anyone saw us..." she said with a cheeky laugh, "I hope they enjoyed the show."
William chuckled, still breathless, and pulled her in for a gentle kiss.
"I don't care. For you... I'd do it again."
She looked down, amused, fixing her clothes with practiced ease.
"Then be careful, William Rosehart... if you keep this up, I might start thinking you really want ."
"And if you do?" he asked, raising a brow with a crooked smile.
Rose bit her lip, holding his gaze for a mont.
"Then... you'll be in trouble."
With a final stroke of her hand, she left the room without looking back, leaving William with a pounding heart and a dangerous promise echoing in his chest, as she whispered under her breath—
"You're the addictive one, boy..."
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