Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 261: Chapter : 262 : Professor Vale’s Absence!

The students filtered back in orderly lines—nobles on the left, commoners on the right—re-forming the same three-row formation from earlier.

Whispers rippled through both sides: commoners still buzzing with awe and pride over Aiden’s unquantifiable reading, nobles muttering in tight clusters about ”glitches” and ”cheating artifacts.”

Professor Elowen Voss stood at the front, golden hair gleaming, emerald eyes scanning the assembled first-years with barely concealed irritation.

Her gaze inevitably landed on Aiden—standing dead center in the commoner line, one arm draped possessively around Luna’s waist while the other rested low on Selvara’s back, pulling both women flush against his sides. Luna nuzzled his chest contentedly; Selvara leaned into him with her usual tsundere half-scowl, wings folded tight.

Elowen’s teeth ground together so hard her jaw ached.

*I will show you your place, Aiden Nightshade,* she thought venomously, nails digging into her palms. *Common filth daring to strut like he belongs among us. I’ll see you humbled before this day ends.*

She cleared her throat sharply.

”Professor Vale.”

Silence.

”Professor Vale.”

Still nothing.

”Professor Vale!”

Her shout echoed off the spires. Heads turned; murmurs rose.

A few students near the front exchanged glances.

”I saw her leave with Lord Aiden during the recess,” one commoner boy muttered.

”Me too,” a noble girl added reluctantly. ”They went toward the faculty wing.”

”I also saw them disappear down the corridor,” another voice chimed in.

Elowen’s eyes narrowed to slits. She stepped down, heels clicking like gunfire on marble, and strode straight toward Aiden’s position in line. The crowd parted instinctively.

She stopped directly in front of him—close enough that Luna’s wolf ears flattened slightly and Selvara’s wings twitched in warning.

”So, Mr. Nightshade,” Elowen said, voice icy and saccharine, ”mind informing us where Professor Vale is? She seems to have... vanished.”

Aiden met her gaze calmly—almost lazily—his arms tightening around Luna and Selvara just enough to make their breasts press harder against his sides.

”She was still in her private quarters when she dismissed me,” he answered smoothly, thumb stroking Luna’s hip in slow circles. ”Said she needed a moment.”

Elowen’s smile was razor-thin. ”How thoughtful of her.” She held his stare for two more heartbeats—then spun on her heel and marched toward the faculty wing, swearing viciously under her breath.

”Damn that bitch,” she hissed to herself as she stormed down the corridor. ”What does that commoner think he’s doing? Fucking the staff now? In the middle of trials? I’ll have her stripped of her position and him expelled before sunset.”

She reached Mira’s office door—brass plate gleaming **Prof. Mira Hale**—and knocked sharply.

No answer.

”Mira!”

Still nothing.

She knocked harder. ”Professor Hale! Open this door immediately!”

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Inside the office, Mira Hale lay sprawled across the four-poster bed—face buried in the pillows, ass still raised high, knees spread wide.

Cum leaked steadily from her gaping, abused pussy in thick white rivulets, pooling on the sheets beneath her.

Her body twitched with aftershocks—breasts mashed against the mattress, nipples stiff and sore from Aiden’s bites, neck and breast marked with deep purple claiming hickeys and faint tooth indentations. A stupid, blissful grin stretched across her flushed face; eyes half-lidded, unfocused, lost in a post-orgasm haze.

The knocking jolted her.

”Mira! Open this door right now!”

Elowen’s voice—sharp, furious—cut through the fog.

Mira blinked slowly—consciousness returning in sluggish waves. *Oh... oh gods...* Reality crashed back: the bite marks throbbing, cum still dripping down her thighs, pussy aching deliciously, the bed reeking of sex.

”Y-Yes! Coming!” she called, voice hoarse and wrecked.

She scrambled off the bed—legs wobbling like a newborn foal—cum splattering onto the floor in fat drops as she moved. She yelped—tiny, embarrassed—then grabbed her discarded skirt and tunic from the floor. Her hands shook so badly she fumbled; the tunic clung wetly to her sweat-and-semen-smeared skin, lace transparent over her swollen breasts.

Another impatient knock. ”What is taking so long?!”

”S-Sorry, Professor Voss!” Mira stammered, yanking the skirt up over her hips. Cum trickled down her inner thigh—she whimpered softly, thighs rubbing together. ”I... I dozed off! I’m so sorry!”

She threw the brown cape over her shoulders—clumsily fastening it—then stumbled to the door on unsteady legs. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Aiden’s thick load shifting inside her, threatening to leak out again. She clenched hard—gasping at the sensation—and opened the door.

Elowen stood there—arms crossed, emerald eyes blazing.

”What in the nine hells were you doing?” Elowen snapped. ”We’re in the middle of trials and you disappear for half an hour?”

Mira flushed scarlet—cheeks burning hotter than the marks on her neck. ”I—I’m sorry, I just... needed a moment. I must have fallen asleep. It won’t happen again.”

Elowen’s gaze raked over her—disheveled hair falling from its bun, tunic askew and damp in suspicious places.

”And why,” Elowen asked dangerously, ”do you keep a bed in your office, again?”

Mira’s mouth opened—closed—opened again. ”I... sometimes work late. Reading. Research. It’s... convenient.”

Elowen’s lip curled. ”Convenient. Right.” She stepped closer—voice dropping to a venomous whisper. ”You reek of sweat and... something else. And you look like you’ve been rutted like a tavern whore. Tell me you didn’t let that commoner filth touch you.”

Mira’s thighs clenched involuntarily—more cum threatening to drip. She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. ”I—I don’t know what you mean.”

Elowen scoffed. ”Don’t play coy. I saw the way he smirked when he said you ’dismissed’ him. If I find out you’ve been spreading your legs for that mud-blood—”

”I was resting,” Mira interrupted—voice shaking but firm. ”That’s all.”

Elowen stared—searching her face—then exhaled sharply through her nose.

”Get yourself cleaned up and back to the courtyard. Now. We have trials to run, and I will not have you embarrassing the faculty further.”

”Yes, Professor Voss,” Mira whispered, bowing her head.

Elowen spun on her heel and marched away—heels clicking furiously down the corridor.

Mira closed the door—leaning against it for support. Her legs trembled; cum leaked steadily down her inner thighs, soaking into her stockings. She pressed a hand between her legs—feeling the thick warmth still inside her—and thought.

*He marked me... claimed me... and I begged for it.*

She straightened—wiping her thighs hastily with a corner of her cape—then hurried after Elowen, each step making more of Aiden’s seed shift inside her, a constant, filthy reminder of the deal she’d just sealed on her knees and back.

*That was my first time. And It felt really good.* Mira thought as she followed her.

*And... His cum... It’s still inside me. I am really going to get pregnant with amount. Shit... I am ovulating today, too.*

*I even told him he can walk away if I get pregnant. Whatever... If he keep his words, I don’t care if hell comes to me.*

”Mira...” Elowen called, ”You ready for the second trail?”

Mira didn’t reply as she was lost in thought.

Elowen called again and again, when she snappeeld out of her thoughts.

”Y-yes?” Mira replied, looking up at her, ”Sorry, I was thinking something.”

”Keep your thoughts for laters.”

”Y-yes.” Mira said, rubbing the back of her head, smilling nervously.

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END OF Chapter : 262 : PROFESSOR VALE’S ABSENCE!

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