CHAPTER 18: REGULUS TORVIN [2]

Chapter 18: Regulus Torvin [2]

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"I want as many pussies to fuck, just like you."

Regulus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The man kneeling before him was far from unattractive—he was tall, clearly handsome, and likely had a formidable physique. The way he held his sword with such confidence spoke volumes about his skill.

"What’s your name?" Regulus asked.

"Chase," he replied. "Chase Weaverake."

Regulus rested his hand on his chin, his mind racing. He was well aware of the name Weaverake. Their swordsmanship was legendary, and it was said one of their ancestors had reached the mythical void-break cultivation stage centuries ago. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was a genuine display of loyalty or a calculated move. Was Chase simply terrible with girls, or was this a trap orchestrated by Felberta?

Felberta was the representative of Class 1-B, and undeniably one of its brightest students. However, it was her unwavering kindness that truly held the class together.

"Stop playing games!" Regulus shouted.

"Who one earth barge into a class and demands to be given pussies to fuck in exchange for his servitude. So pathetic."

"You talk as if you didn’t just see it happen." Chase replied.

This has to be a joke of some kind, Regulus thought.

Chase suddenly stood up after some minutes of unexpected kneeling and whispered:

"disgusting."

"What?" Regulus calmly exclaimed. "Did I hear right?"

"Yes, I did," Chase said. "I can’t continue pretending to be a simp. That takes a lot of strength that I don’t feel like using right now."

"Why waste your time?" Regulus asked. "you can’t tell me that you thought that shitty display would work on me."

"It wasn’t about convincing you," said Chase. "I just wanted to see the look on your face when I said something like ’I want some of your pussies."

"I won’t tolerate any more intrusions," Regulus said, his voice a low growl. "I suggest you leave this class before I get angry."

"Whoa there, tough guy," Chase replied, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re not the only one playing games in this academy. And to prove I can get any lady of my choice..."

Swoosh.

With a single, precise swing of his blade, he sliced the top of the uniform off one of Regulus’s most curvaceous girls. Her extremely large breasts were something that shouldn’t be shown so easily, she was Regulus most priced possession.

Using his gravitational magic, he pulled her toward him, her breast following the discrete direction of the pull.

He then immediately wrapped his arm securely around her waist.

"Ahh..."

Soft moans upon soft moans escaped her lips as she gave herself completely to Chase grip. Chase was sucking from her succulent pink nipples, his hand massaging and exploring the tendencies that her breast could only give.

"You bastard!" Screamed one of the class C members.

"Ahh...."

"Mmmh.."

"Fuuuuuck..."

More moans were heard as Chase didn’t ease down on drowning his face on the girl’s massive breasts.

And then Whispers began to fill the class as every eye was fixed on Chase’s actions.

"How could he?"

"She’s clearly enjoying it."

"Will Regulus allow this to continue?"

"He just challenged Regulus’s authority."

"This is going to get ugly."

Chase seemed not to be intimidated by all the stares, he went even further by lowering his fingers near her thighs, slowly rubbing his hands around them, he began to go up to her privates.

"Please take it slowly," she said.

"Don’t worry I will be gentle," Chase said.

"THAT’S ENOUGH!"

Regulus rose to his feet, his blade pointed directly at Chase. "Deactivate your infinity barrier," he commanded, "and let’s have a quick match, here and now."

"You’ve insulted the pride of a lion," Regulus continued, his voice low and menacing. "You’ve touched one of my women and even hinted at exploring her pussy. That’s a clear declaration of war."

It will not be easy, Regulus thought. He’s a Weaverake

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House of Weaverake is renowned for its unique and potent elemental affinity, a trait that sets them apart from all other noble houses. Their lineage grants them a natural connection to all advanced elements, including infinity, gravity, and space.

Unlike others who might specialize in a single element, a Weaverake can potentially master a diverse range of esoteric powers.

This innate talent, however, is not a given; its full potential is unlocked only as they progress through their cultivation stages.

A Weaverake’s true power is directly proportional to their spiritual growth. In their early stages, they might only exhibit a minor affinity for a single advanced element, perhaps a simple manipulation of gravity or a fleeting glimpse of a spatial tear. As they ascend in cultivation, their connection to these elements deepens, allowing them to wield multiple advanced powers with greater precision and control.

At the highest echelons of their cultivation, a Weaverake is said to be able to seamlessly weave together these complex elements, creating devastating and unpredictable attacks that are nearly impossible to defend against. This system of power ensures that only the most dedicated and skilled members of the house can truly harness the full extent of their lineage’s potential.