CHAPTER 44: WARM WELCOME

"System, teleport me back."

In an instant, Xavier vanished from the dank, shadowed dungeon, the air around him shimmering briefly before he reappeared in the familiar warmth of Seraphina’s room. The transition was jarring, like stepping from a cold, grim battlefield into a haven of soft light and delicate scents.

"Kyaah!"

A soft, startled yelp pierced the quiet, drawing his gaze to the side.

"Hmmm... Celene?" Xavier’s voice carried a mix of surprise and intrigue as his eyes landed on her. He had expected Seraphina’s familiar figure, but instead, there stood Celene, her wide eyes sparkling with recognition. Her initial shock melted into a knowing warmth, her lips parting slightly as she took him in.

"Xavier?" Celene’s voice trembled, soft like a whisper of wind, as her startled expression melted into a gaze of warmth and recognition.

His aura—it was unmistakable. Through his Celestial Patriarch class, the bond he shared with his harem members resonated with them like instinct. She didn’t need to guess; her heart knew it was him.

The white cleaning towel slipped from her fingers. In a heartbeat, she closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around him in a fervent embrace.

Her body pressed against his, the soft, generous curves of her busty breasts molding against his bare chest, a delicious contrast to the hard lines of his battle-worn frame.

Xavier’s lips curved into a warm smile as he welcomed her closeness.

"You’re still as sexy as always in that uniform, Celene," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, laced with a hint of desire. The maid outfit hugged her figure in all the right places, the fabric accentuating her curves, the neckline daringly low, hinting at the treasures beneath.

Celene’s cheeks flushed, but she pressed herself closer, deliberately letting him feel the plush warmth of her breasts against his skin. She knew the effect she had on him, and she reveled in it, her embrace tightening to amplify the sensation.

He had already removed his goblin-bloodied top before the teleportation, leaving his torso bare—still warm and slightly slick with sweat from battle. But Celene didn’t mind. No—she savored it. That raw scent of him—musky, wild, masculine—it only made her heart beat faster and her thighs press subtly together.

"It seems you love hugging me so much," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper against his ear, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Do I need to answer that, really?" Xavier chuckled softly, patting her lower back, his fingers trailing just lightly above her waistline.

"Hehe~" Celene giggled cutely, a faint blush on her cheeks. But then, suddenly, she pulled away from the hug, only to tilt her head, step closer—and lean in.

She kissed him.

Her lips brushed against his lower lip first, soft and teasing, before she took it between her own, sucking gently, savoring his taste. Then, her tongue slipped past his lips, tentative at first, before growing bold, crashing against his in a dance of heat and hunger.

It was hot, wet, slow—but charged. She kissed like she wanted to own him. Her tongue moved with rhythm, dancing and pressing against his with sensual grace, while her hands slid up the sides of his chest, fingers curling slightly to feel the firmness of his muscles.

Xavier responded with equal fervor, matching her rhythm, fondling her ass and pulling her tighter as the kiss deepened, their breaths mixing in warm, heavy exhales between motions. His hands slide up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

The world narrowing to the press of their lips, the slick warmth of their tongues, and the electric current that pulsed between them. Her lips were soft, pliant, yet demanding, each movement sending a jolt of desire through his veins. The taste of her—sweet, with a hint of something wild—lingered on his tongue, urging him to lose himself in her.

For two minutes, they were lost in each other, the kiss stretching into an eternity of shared breaths and racing pulses. When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connected their lips as she panted, her face flushed and dewy with heat. Her eyes—half-lidded, dreamy—gazed at him with that playful, loving spark.

"Since you love to hug me so much," she murmured, her voice husky, teasing, "what about this?"

Xavier raised a brow, thinking she was referring to the kiss. But Celene leaned into him again, sliding her arms around his neck. This time, she guided him gently downward... until his face was nestled into the open cleavage of her maid outfit.

His breath hitched.

Soft.

Warm.

Perfectly plush.

His face was surrounded by the full, supple mounds of her breasts, the smooth skin of her cleavage pressing against his cheeks and nose. The soft rise and fall of her breathing only emphasized the plush bounce and silky tension of her curves.

And her scent—gods—it enveloped him.

A delicate, intoxicating blend of lavender and something uniquely her, like warm vanilla and a faint hint of rose soap clinging to her skin. He could feel her heartbeat thumping just beneath the surface, right next to his cheek. The sensation was overwhelming—her skin was impossibly soft, warm, and silken, the plush fullness of her breasts pressing against his cheeks with a yielding tenderness that sent his senses reeling.

It was heaven.

He wanted to stay like that forever.

’Damn...’

He couldn’t believe it. The feeling of being buried in her softness, the scent of her body, the sultry warmth—his mind went momentarily blank. It was too good, too overwhelming, too... Celene.

Her fingers gently combed through his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp, making his body tingle.

"I missed you..." she whispered above him.

And Xavier... he didn’t even know how to reply.

He just closed his eyes... and breathed her in. His heart melted as he heard her speak again...

"Where did you go, you look so tired..."

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