Chapter 146: Chapter 146- Purpose
Julian’s voice was a low, husky whisper against Emma’s ear. "I’m going to make you even messier," he promised, his words sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
True to his word, he quickened his pace, thrusting into her with deeper, more urgent movements. Emma’s moans grew louder, her body responding eagerly to his increased intensity. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, completely lost in the sensation.
One of Julian’s hands slid up to her breast, cupping it firmly before his fingers found her nipple. He pinched and rolled it gently, earning a sharp, pleasure-filled cry from Emma. "Ahn..yess! Julian...!" she gasped, her back arching off the bed.
Feeling a sudden need to be closer, Emma reached for him, her eyes pleading. "Kiss me," she breathed.
Julian didn’t hesitate. He lowered his lips to hers, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily, tongues dancing as they poured their desire into the kiss. All the while, Julian’s hips never stopped moving, driving into her with a rhythm that kept them both teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Julian broke their passionate kiss, his breathing ragged. He could feel his release building, intense and unavoidable. Emma, sensing his urgency, looked up at him with pleading, lust-filled eyes. "Fill me...ahnh.. please, Julian... fill my womb," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he drove into her one last time, his thrusts becoming faster and more frantic. Then, with a deep, shuddering release, he spilled himself inside her, his warmth flooding her completely.
Emma cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking violently beneath him. Waves of pleasure left her breathless and trembling, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him. They kissed again, slowly and deeply, savoring the lingering sensations of their shared climax.
When they finally broke apart, they lay together for a moment, catching their breath and simply staring into each other’s eyes. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.
But Julian’s desire was still not satisfied. A mischievous smirk touched his lips as he glanced around at the other women, who were now watching with renewed interest. "It seems like none of you will be getting much sleep tonight," he declared.
And the room erupted once more into a symphony of moans, whispers, and cries of pleasure as everyone joined in again, losing themselves in the long, passionate night ahead.
The next morning, Julian awoke to find Clarissa already awake, her gaze resting softly on him as if savoring the quiet moment. When she noticed his eyes opening, she greeted him with a gentle smile.
"Good morning, Julian," she said sweetly.
Julian leaned in, kissed her briefly, and met her eyes. "Good morning," he replied. Then, with a faint sigh, he added, "I’m sorry if I was too rough last night."
Clarissa shook her head, her expression reassuring. "It’s okay," she said gently. "We were the ones who encouraged you. Besides, I’m not even that tired. Thanks to your... special skill, we all feel fine. No soreness, no worries. We can even move around easily today."
Julian’s expression softened with relief. "I’m glad to hear that."
Clarissa shifted closer, her voice soft but playful. "Aya and Celestia have already gone out," she said.
Julian raised a brow. "They’re up early. Quite diligent of them."
Clarissa let out a light laugh. "That’s because they’ve received a little injection of love from you."
Julian gave her a quiet, almost amused look, but before he could respond, a faint shimmer appeared before his eyes. A transparent panel surfaced in the air, glowing with pale light.
[Skill Acquired: Luck]
His expression tightened in thought. Luck, huh? It felt vague, almost ambiguous, but he knew better than to dismiss it. A skill like that, uncertain and unpredictable, could tip the scales in ways no one expected. In battle, even the smallest stroke of fortune could mean the difference between survival and death.
Julian exhaled slowly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. ’If this is truly luck, then I’ll find a way to bend it to my advantage.’
Julian’s gaze drifted to Zoe, who was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and steady. The faint mark of the slave crest had already formed on her lower abdomen, glowing faintly beneath the morning light that filtered into the room.
He muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. "Looks like we’ll need to prepare. The appointed time is drawing near."
Clarissa sat up beside him, brushing her hair back from her face. "I’ll get the bath ready," she replied softly.
Before long, the two of them slipped into the steamy warmth of the bathroom. What was meant to be a simple bath turned into something far less restrained, one more passionate round that filled the chamber with sounds they hardly tried to suppress.
Later, Julian stepped into the corridor, his pace unhurried, his expression composed. Yet his mind was anything but idle. His thoughts returned to the conversation he’d had with Glain.
As Julian’s boots echoed faintly against the stone corridor, his mind began to retrace last night’s words.
Julian narrowed his eyes, recalling Glain’s reasoning. ’Because I am cautious and because I trust no one. That’s what makes me "suitable." That man knows how to play with words.’
Still, there was truth in what Glain said. Leo was reckless, dangerous. And if left unchecked, he would indeed shatter every fragile plan they’d built. But Glain doesn’t understand... it isn’t that I’m cautious for their sake. I simply refuse to be dragged into someone else’s mess.
Julian clenched his fist lightly, a flicker of irritation running through him as Leo’s name resurfaced. ’Targeting my women. A mistake he’ll regret.’
And then there was Darwin. Glain had warned him about the man’s temper, about not provoking Leo lest Darwin be roused as well. Julian scoffed under his breath. ’Darwin, Leo, whoever they are, it makes no difference. If they touch what’s mine, they’ll die. It’s that simple.’
As Julian rounded the corner, he collided with someone, making the figure nearly stumble. He reacted swiftly, catching her before she fell, though the way his arm steadied her left them in a rather awkward position.
With a languid, almost bored tone, the woman spoke.
"Are your eyes blind, not seeing me walking here?"
Julian’s voice was flat, unshaken.
"No. The corridor is wide enough, if you had been paying attention, you wouldn’t have run into me, Miss Beatrix."
The woman, dressed in her usual white lab coat, adjusted herself and narrowed her eyes.
"So it’s my fault now? You’ve grown bold, daring to argue against your former teacher, Julian."
"I’m only stating the truth," Julian replied, calm and sharp.
Beatrix exhaled in a weary sigh, brushing a strand of hair back.
"I suppose my misfortune is acting up again."
Julian loosened his grip and stepped back, letting Beatrix regain her balance. Her sharp eyes flicked up at him, half-irritated, half-amused, though her tone carried that same lazy indifference.
"You’ve changed," she said, brushing imaginary dust off her coat. "Back at the academy, you would’ve bowed your head and apologized. Now you speak as though you have nothing to fear."
Julian’s expression didn’t shift. "I only give respect where it’s due. You’re no longer my teacher, Miss Beatrix. That changes things."
Her lips curved into a faint smirk. "How cold. And here I thought my favorite student still held some fondness for his mentor." She tilted her head, studying him with a scientist’s detached curiosity. "But perhaps that was just wishful thinking."
Julian turned slightly, already intent on moving past her. "If you’re only here to reminisce, I don’t have the time."
"Oh?" Beatrix stepped forward lightly, her heels clicking against the polished stone floor. "You’re....planning something reckless again, aren’t you?."
Julian’s eyes narrowed at her, but his voice remained calm. "Whether they change or not... isn’t your concern."
Instead of letting him go, Beatrix followed at an unhurried pace, her footsteps echoing softly behind him. "I could listen, you know," she teased. "Confessions, worries, even complaints. I’m a surprisingly good listener when I choose to be."
That finally made Julian stop. He turned, his eyes locking on hers with a sharpness that made her pause. "Strange. You never cared to hear your students out before. You always brushed them off as if their voices were nothing but background noise."
Beatrix lifted a brow, feigning a lighthearted shrug. "People change and maybe i change. Perhaps I’ve grown softer with age."
Julian’s gaze hardened, unmoved by her casual tone. "Enough with the small talk," he said flatly. "What’s your real purpose in helping design that new weapon?"
Beatrix narrowed her eyes, tilting her head just slightly. "What do you mean?" she asked, her tone deceptively light.
Julian’s expression didn’t shift. His words came out low, firm. "Don’t play dumb. I gave you a place here, not so you could turn into a disruptor."
For once, Beatrix dropped the hint of amusement in her voice. She stepped closer, her eyes locking on his with unusual clarity, her tone sharpening into something serious. "You seem to be misunderstanding something here, Julian."