After eating, the caravan continued its journey.
The road stretched endlessly before them as the large carriages moved one after another beneath the setting sun. Ryan spent most of the journey talking with the other noble youths while occasionally directing the AI Chip to organize the information he had recovered from his memories.
By the time evening arrived, the caravan finally stopped. Based on the experience contained in his memories, the noble youths immediately began setting up their tents around the campsite while servants worked quickly to prepare food and arrange everything they would need for the night.
Ryan stepped out of his carriage and looked around. Several dozen apprentices were accompanying the caravan, including the black-robed apprentices as well as the higher-status white-robed ones.
Ryan's expression became serious.
"AI Chip. Scan the Magus apprentices again."
[Beep! Command accepted.]
[Beginning scan.]
A moment later, the familiar mechanical voice sounded inside his mind.
[Unknown energy detected.]
[Scanning interference detected.]
[Hostile potential cannot be determined.]
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
Even after awakening the AI Chip, there were still things it could not analyze. That realization cast a shadow over his heart.
"It looks like even with the AI Chip, I'm still extremely weak in this world."
He wasn't discouraged. Instead, his eyes gradually became sharper.
"But it's precisely because of this that I desire to obtain the strength of a Magus."
He had already experienced the technological civilization of Earth. Now he wanted to understand the supernatural civilization of this world.
After speaking with several noble youths, Ryan returned to his tent. The journey had already lasted for months, and although they had passed through numerous kingdoms, they still had not reached their destination.
These ancient transportation conditions were truly inconvenient.
Ryan sat down and leaned against the side of the tent.
"It's best if I sleep earlier. I still need to hurry on with the journey tomorrow."
He had just closed his eyes when footsteps sounded outside.
A moment later, the tent flap opened, and a familiar fragrance drifted inside.
Ryan opened his eyes.
Serena stood at the entrance, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders. She wore a simple night dress beneath a loose outer robe, and a faint smile appeared on her face as she looked at him.
"Ryan… are you already going to sleep?"
Ryan smiled.
"It's been a long day."
Serena walked inside and closed the tent behind her.
"I thought you might be lonely."
Ryan raised an eyebrow.
"Lonely?"
She walked closer.
"Perhaps."
Ryan looked at her for several seconds before smiling.
"You came all this way just to keep me company?"
Serena's cheeks reddened slightly.
"Perhaps I did."
She sat beside him.
The two of them talked quietly for a while. Serena had been interested in Ryan for a long time. His status as the son of a Duke was certainly one reason, but it was far from the only one. Ryan was friendly and sociable, treated her well, and, unlike many noble youths, never acted arrogantly toward others.
It was easy to understand why she had fallen for him.
Eventually, Serena leaned closer.
Ryan looked at her.
She smiled.
Then their lips met.
The tent was dimly lit by a single oil lamp, casting warm shadows against the canvas walls. Outside, the sounds of the caravan settling down for the night gradually faded into silence, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the small space they shared.
Serena pulled back from the kiss slowly, her brown eyes meeting Ryan's with a mixture of shyness and fierce longing that he'd come to recognize over the years. She bit her lower lip, her fingers tracing the collar of his shirt.
"I've missed this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Missed being alone with you."
Ryan reached up, his hand cupping her cheek with the gentleness she adored. His thumb brushed over her kiss-swollen lips. "We're alone now."
Serena leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opened them again, there was no hesitation—only the raw devotion she'd always held for him. She reached for the tie of her outer robe, loosening it with trembling fingers until the fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. The simple night dress beneath was thin, almost translucent in the lamplight, doing little to hide the curves of her body.
Ryan's gaze traveled over her slowly, appreciatively, without the crude hunger she'd seen in other noble men's eyes. He looked at her as though she were precious, and the warmth in his expression made her heart ache with love.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and the sincerity in his voice made her blush deeper.
Serena shifted closer, pressing her palm against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Touch me, Ryan. Please."
He didn't rush. His hands moved to her waist, drawing her onto his lap so she straddled him. The position brought them face to face, and Serena gasped softly at the intimacy of it—the way he held her as if she weighed nothing, as if she were something to be cherished.
Ryan's hands slid up her sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her night dress. Serena arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips. He leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses along her jaw, down her throat, his breath hot against her skin.
"You're sure?" he asked against her collarbone, always checking, always caring.
"Yes," she breathed, threading her fingers through his hair. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you."
Ryan's hands found the hem of her night dress, and he lifted it over her head with unhurried movements, revealing her completely. Serena didn't feel shy under his gaze—she never did. He made her feel beautiful, wanted, safe.
He laid her back onto the pile of blankets and furs that served as his bed, kneeling between her legs as he removed his own clothes. Serena watched him, her eyes drinking in the sight of his body—the lean muscle, the strength that he never used to harm her, only to bring her pleasure.
When he settled over her, his skin warm against hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep, searching kiss. Their tongues met, tangling slowly, and Serena felt herself growing wet with anticipation, her body preparing itself for him as it always did.
Ryan's hand moved between them, his fingers finding her center with practiced gentleness. He stroked her slowly, spreading the moisture that had gathered, teasing her sensitive folds until she was panting against his mouth.
"Ryan," she moaned, her hips lifting to meet his touch. "Please, I need you."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against her wet heat. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to his size as he filled her completely.
Serena cried out softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body stretched around him. The feeling of him inside her—so full, so perfect—never failed to overwhelm her. She loved this moment, the moment they were joined, when nothing separated them.
Ryan paused once he was fully seated, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged. "You feel incredible," he whispered. "So tight around me."
"Move," she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Please, Ryan, make love to me."
He began to thrust, slow and deep, each movement deliberate and controlled. Serena gasped with every stroke, her body rising to meet his, their rhythm syncing naturally as it always had. The tent filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slide of their bodies joining, the soft pants and moans that escaped Serena's lips, the whispered words of affection Ryan spoke against her skin.
"Serena," he groaned, his pace quickening slightly as his own pleasure built. "You feel so good. So perfect."
"Don't stop," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his. "Please, don't stop."
Ryan adjusted his angle, shifting slightly so that each thrust rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her that made her see stars. Serena's moans grew louder, less controlled, her body tensing as the pleasure mounted.
"That's it," Ryan encouraged softly, his hand sliding between them to rub slow circles over her clit. "Let go for me, Serena. Come for me."
The dual sensation—his cock filling her, his fingers on her most sensitive spot—pushed her over the edge. Serena's back arched off the blankets as her orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls clenching around Ryan's length in rhythmic pulses that made him groan her name.
He didn't stop moving, riding her through the waves of her pleasure, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. Serena held him tightly, her body still sensitive and trembling, whispering words of love and encouragement.
"Come inside me," she breathed against his ear. "Fill me, Ryan. I want to feel you."
With a final, deep thrust and a guttural moan, Ryan spilled himself into her, his cock pulsing as he released stream after stream of hot seed. He collapsed carefully over her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
They stayed like that for long moments, joined and breathing hard, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a blanket. Ryan eventually rolled to the side, pulling her with him so that she was tucked against his chest, their legs tangled together.
Serena traced lazy patterns on his skin, her heart full to bursting with love for this man who treated her with such tenderness. She pressed closer, her hand resting over his heart.
"I love you," she whispered.
Ryan kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "I love you too, Serena. Always."
They lay together in comfortable silence, listening to the night sounds of the caravan camp, until exhaustion finally pulled them into sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms.
When morning arrived, Ryan woke with Serena still beside him. He stared at the tent roof for several moments.
His memories from Earth had awakened only yesterday, he had discovered that the AI Chip had followed him, and he had learned that supernatural power existed. Now he was on his way to a Magus academy.
Ryan smiled.
This new life was becoming more interesting by the hour.
Outside, the sound of the caravan preparing to depart gradually became louder.
Ryan sat up.
"Time to go."
Serena also woke shortly afterward, and the two quickly prepared themselves before leaving the tent.