Leylin sat in a high-backed chair of dark wood, posture relaxed and regal while his hand rested over a fluffy head.
Beneath his boot rested a half-beast maid on her knees. Her soft, fox-like ears twitched as she carefully freed his thick cock from his trousers.
The moment the heavy length sprang free, she leaned in with reverent hunger and took him into her mouth.
Her tongue worked with practiced devotion slow, thorough, worshipful. She suckled the head, then sank deeper, cheeks hollowing as she swallowed more of him.
Leylin's eyes remained closed, head reclined against the chair's backrest. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet study as the maid pleasured him without pause.
She continued for a long time, never tiring, never pulling away. At last a low, guttural grunt escaped Leylin's throat. Kelly felt the sudden pulse of pressure along his shaft and her purple eyes turned feverish with anticipation.
Her master's delicious semen was coming. She was addicted to it, utterly and hopelessly addicted.
Leylin's cock twitched hard and erupted as thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. Kelly's expression melted into pure delight as she sucked and swallowed with fierce greed, not allowing a single drop to escape.
She milked him thoroughly, gulping every pulse as though it were the finest nectar in existence.
The moment the last of his seed slid down her throat, a deep warmth bloomed in her stomach. A powerful wave of spiritual force surged through her body. Her limbs went limp; a form of paralysis claimed her, and her head sank heavily into her master's lap, cheek resting against his still-hardened cock.
Leylin chuckled, the sound low and amused. He snapped his finger as his clothes reappeared before reaching down and stroking one of her soft ears.
"You are quite greedy, Kelly. Always wishing for more while barely able to handle this much."
"Master…" she whispered, voice thick with crazed devotion. Her glassy eyes gazed up at him in worship, pupils dilated from the overwhelming surge of power.
Leylin shook his head faintly.
Kelly had come from the Greg family, a half-beast maid purchased from a distant empire and kept as an untouched servant for important guests.
When Leylin appeared, the Gregs had immediately offered her to him as a gesture of goodwill. He had taken a liking to the quiet, obedient girl and brought her along.
Over the years he had performed several bloodline experiments on her, successfully awakening the dormant Nine-Tails Fox bloodline within her veins.
In ancient times, it was said that beasts who reached the Spirit God rank ( Morning Star) could transform into human form. Many had coupled with humans, producing half-blood offspring.
There had once been an era when half-beasts ruled vast territories. Even now a top-tier empire of their kind still existed, though it had declined greatly over the millennia after their ancient ancestors vanished during grand conscription from which none returned.
Stigma and continuous attacks had further weakened them.
Originally Kelly had been a mere half-beast of ordinary constitution, barely possessing the strength of a Private-stage Beast Tamer. Serving Leylin and undergoing his experiments had changed everything.
Her awakened bloodline granted her many powerful skills including an innate ability to absorb magical force. Leylin had discovered that while her lineage was potent, successors of it were nearly extinct in the spirit world.
Later he learned she and by extension Nine-Tails Fox bloodline, had poor synergy with spirit aura requiring vast amounts for only meager gains yet spiritual force suited her perfectly.
As a Rank 3 Warlock of extremely pure bloodline, Leylin unconsciously leaked magical force. He constantly maintained spells to prevent ordinary people from being harmed by his mere presence.
Even the slightest residual energy in his bodily fluids, spittle from a kiss or the cum after sex served as a rich source of power for Kelly. She thrived on it.
Just as Kelly nestled in his lap, Leylin's eyes opened.
He sensed a presence approaching his room. Two firm knocks sounded against the heavy door.
A moment later Derick stepped into the room. His reinforced armor was crumpled and scorched, blood drying along the jagged fractures of his breastplate, and his breathing remained heavy from exhaustion.
Avoiding direct eye contact, the young knight immediately dropped to one knee, lowering his head toward the floorboards.
Before he could utter a word of apology, Leylin spoke smoothly. "You did good, Derick."
Derick stiffened in surprise. A moment later, he let out a bitter smile, realizing his master had been aware of every second of the engagement.
It was his Eminence who had dispatched the Vanguard of Requiem to intervene.
"I have failed you, Master," Derick said, bowing his head lower.
"No, you have served me to the best of your capability," Leylin replied indifferently.
In truth, Leylin had known from the start that Derick possessed little chance of defeating Wright Reel in a direct trial of strength. He had intentionally sent the young knight into the crucible so Derick could taste the bitter reality of defeat.
His rise through the knightly ranks had been entirely too smooth, and a true pawn needed to be tempered through real struggle.
'Though I have a feeling with the blessings of destiny he would have survived even if Vanguard didn't intervene, but he is still immature. Destiny blesses him but doens't bow to him yet. There was a danger of failure.'
"The guards you entrusted to me... they perished in the battle," Derick continued, his voice heavy with guilt. "I accept any punishment you deem fit for losing them, after you spent your valuable resources and time nurturing them from ordinary warriors into knights of such caliber."
"Their deaths are of no consequence," Leylin said, waving his hand dismissively. To a Rank 3 Warlock, the loss of a few artificially elevated low-tier puppets was entirely meaningless.
Derick immediately picked up on the cold detachment in Leylin's tone, recognizing that his master had no interest in lingering on trivialities.
He silenced his apologies, reached into a leather pouch at his waist, and retrieved a bronze spatial ring, holding it up in the palm of his hand.
Kelly who had been resting on the carpet with her head nestled against Leylin's lap opened her purple alluring eyes. She stretched like a lazy cat and quietly crawled across the floor toward Derick.
Derick kept his eyes firmly fixed on the wooden floorboards, not daring to steal even a glance at her.
Two years ago, Kelly had been nothing more than a simple, expendable house maid. Now, through Leylin's grace, her status had elevated to a point where even Derick's father, and his uncle Patriarch of the Greg Family, treated her with utmost deference.
Kelly took the spatial ring from Derick's palm, crawled back to the armchair, and presented the space artifact to Leylin before resting her head back against his thigh.
Derick offered a final bow, stood up silently, and withdrew from the room.
Leylin held the bronze ring between his fingers, tracing his thumb over the surface. Wright Reel had placed several hidden soul locks and defensive spiritual seals across the ring's core, but against Leylin's vast, terrifying spiritual force, those barriers collapsed within seconds.
Scanning the internal space, Leylin found the usual array of gold coins, regional travel passes, some family deeds, spirit beasts eggs, and low-grade Beast Tamer cultivation manuals. Nothing of real value to a hjm, except for one specific object resting in the central compartment.
Flicking his wrist, Leylin withdrew the item. It was a smooth, obsidian-black sphere. Within its translucent crystal casing, fine particles of pitch-black energy danced and swirled in a mesmerizing, perpetual spiral.
"So Wright intended to use this to buy off Principal Keith, did he?" Leylin muttered, holding the sphere up to the soft candlelight.
The object was a Spirit Core, an extraordinarily rare concentrated energy organ extracted exclusively from the bodies of powerful wild beasts.
This particular core was of the pure Darkness attribute, a resource that Principal Keith Henry would not hesitate to betray Lucian Alistair to acquire.
Of course, whether Keith had the bravery to betray Leylin knowing the insurmountable chasm between their true strength was another matter entirely.
Leylin had taken an interest in Spirit Cores a while ago, directing the Vanguard of Requiem and the Black Horrall Snake to hunt for them in the surrounding wilderness.
However, the formation of a Spirit Core was far from guaranteed; only beasts at the Captain Stage and above possessed a high probability of condensing one within their bodies. B
ecause wild Captain-Stage beasts were fiercely territorial and dangerous, even his summons had only managed to harvest a small handful so far.
For the Beast Tamers of this world, Spirit Cores were the catalytic resource, essential for forcing bottlenecks open and breaking through to higher cultivation realms.
For Leylin, however, their dense, unified energy structures held immense utility across multiple fields of study including advanced alchemy, refined potioneering, and spatial array construction.
The local demand was high, yet the supply remained severely restricted.
In the Beast World, tamers typically formed their initial soul bonds at the earliest stages of their development usually at the Private or Corporeal Stage.
Merging with a beast became impossible once a tamer passed the Corporeal level without a soul contract, as their spiritual sea would have solidified beyond the point of accepting a foreign beast mark.
Furthermore, once a tamer bound a beast at the Sergeant Stage, replacing or altering that bonded beast was a hazardous endeavor.
Attempting to sever a bond invited high rates of permanent soul damage, complete loss of cultivation, or immediate death.
This dynamic created an interesting ecological balance: why would Beast Tamers risk their lives hunting wild, fully evolved beasts if they could no longer tame them? The existence of Spirit Cores provided the answer.
Evolved wild beasts condensed these cores to sustain their own power, making them prime targets for high-level tamer hunting parties looking to strip the cores to fuel their personal advancement.
Satisfied with the prize, Leylin stashed the Darkness Spirit Core into his spatial pouch. He then glanced down at Kelly, who was softly rubbing her cheek against his leg.
"You may go now, Kelly," Leylin said smoothly.
Kelly looked up, offering a sultry, lingering gaze. "Let me serve you properly tonight, my Lord..."
"Do not be greedy and force your limits," Leylin replied, his voice calm yet firm. "You have already absorbed enough spiritual force from me to last you several days. Behave yourself. I am seeing Lita tonight."
Kelly made a cute, pouting face, a subtle blend of jealousy and disappointment crossing her features as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor.
'She is not usually this reactive. A.I. Chip, scan her.' Leylin ordered silently.
[Beep! Target: Kelly. Bloodline: Nine-Tails Fox. Sergeant Stage (Rank 1 Magus). Strength: 14.5, Agility: 10.7, Vitality: 17.7. Innate Ability: 1. Spirit Glutton (Allows the user to siphon and process spiritual force directly from an external spiritual host; effective only against targets weaker than the user, or if a stronger host willingly permits the extraction). 2. Nine-Tails Fox Transformation (Enables a partial beast-phantom transformation, temporarily enhancing physical attributes, movement speed, and natural vitality). 3. Illusion (Mental magic capable of casting potent sensory and emotional illusions). Beep! Target is close to a breakthrough to the Master Sergeant level.]
Leylin smiled faintly as the data flashed across his field of vision. "Ah... so that is why you are so eager tonight."
As Kelly slowly pushed herself up from the floor, Leylin's hand cracked across her plump ass in a firm, possessive spank.
"Grab the chair," he commanded, voice calm yet absolute. "And bend over."
Kelly's fox ears twitched in surprise. A heartbeat later pure ecstasy bloomed across her face. She nodded eagerly, almost like a contented cat, and scrambled to obey.
Both hands gripped the sturdy arms of the high-backed chair as she bent forward, presenting herself without hesitation.
Leylin's gaze dropped to the tiny skirt that barely managed to cover her full, rounded ass. He hooked a finger beneath the hem and hiked the fabric up, exposing the thin panties beneath.
Without ceremony he pressed two fingers against the damp cloth covering her entrance, then pushed them inside her through the fabric. The heat and slickness that greeted him made his lips curve.
"You are quite horny," he remarked coolly. "Already gushing with fluid before I even started."
Kelly whimpered softly, hips twitching against his hand.
Leylin freed his still-hardened cock. He used the thick head to push her panties aside, the fabric stretching taut against her folds.
With a wet, audible pop he sank into her in one smooth thrust, burying half his length inside her tight heat.
He leaned over her back, lips brushing the sensitive shell of her fox ear as he whispered, "Today I'll help you reach Master Sergeant level."
Then he bit down lightly on the delicate ear and drove the rest of his cock forward in a single, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
Kelly's moan tore free half pain, half overwhelming pleasure. Her inner walls clenched hard around the sudden invasion.
"Thank you, Master…!"