"Oh." Caleb tugged at his collar. "Then wait for me here, Sakura-senpai. I'm going to take a quick rinse."
He quickly stripped naked and walked toward the bathroom, meeting Sakura Miyajima's shy gaze with unhurried steps.
As they said, Caleb's physique really is good... Sakura Miyajima occasionally glanced at Caleb's naked body, her mind wandering uncontrollably. Her dazed eyes passed over his well-defined abs, moving further down. Is that what an Exalted Rod looks like...? It's so big, so thick, even without being engorged...
Caleb quickly rinsed off. When he returned to the room, he saw Sakura Miyajima standing there, still fully dressed, and he wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't treat Sakura Miyajima like Touko Sakurauchi or Mayuna.
After a thought, Caleb slowly walked over and gently wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist.
"Sakura-senpai, relax. Leave everything to me."
Sakura Miyajima's face was flushed crimson. She nodded slightly. "Mhm..." She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling, mirroring her fluttering heart.
Caleb held her long, pale hand and led the girl to the bed. Sakura Miyajima lay down following his gentle pull, her full chest pushing her uniform high. Looking down from the top of her blouse, a bottomless, snow-white cleavage was captivating. Her tall, soft body twisted slightly, her long, rounded thighs clamped tightly together, occasionally rubbing against each other, trying to ease her anxiety and tension.
Caleb leaned down and kissed her cherry-like small lips, while his large hand skillfully caressed her prominent mountains. While deeply kissing and kneading, Sakura Miyajima gradually eased into the moment under his practiced technique. Caleb was sucking on her sweet saliva, just about to disarm Sakura Miyajima and begin the next step of cultivation when he sensed a familiar aura rapidly approaching.
He released her mouth, looked out the window, and saw the familiar little black sphere flying up and down in the bright moonlight.
"Sakura-senpai, one moment." Caleb picked up the bath towel on the floor and loosely wrapped it around his waist.
Sakura Miyajima gasped, nodding shyly. When the little black sphere actively manifested, she could see it too, despite having no magic power. Caleb received the information from the little black sphere, the slight displeasure of being interrupted gradually replaced by surprise.
Perseverance pays off. Under 24-hour surveillance, the little black sphere finally found Hajime Tanaka at Aiho Academy.
"Sakura-senpai, it looks like our cultivation will have to be postponed." Caleb unwrapped the towel and took out a set of clothes from the closet to change into. "The dangerous person who was targeting you has appeared. Blackie says that person is currently in your indoor gymnasium." Blackie was the nickname Caleb gave the little black sphere, prioritizing simplicity and clarity. The little black sphere had resisted, claiming it had a name. But Caleb was insistent on calling it Blackie, and it couldn't do anything about it, so it silently accepted the name. Actually, after getting used to it, it didn't sound so bad.
Sakura Miyajima's beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness. She desperately wanted to continue, but she knew this was not the time for self-indulgence. She sat up, straightening her wrinkled uniform, especially around her chest, where her bra had shifted. "Caleb, are you going alone?"
Caleb had quickly finished dressing and replied, "Yes. Don't worry. The opponent only has a tricky ability; his combat strength is practically zero."
"You should stay here tonight. If all goes well, I might be back before dawn."
Hearing this, Sakura Miyajima's small face flushed again, and she nodded imperceptibly, which Caleb found quite interesting. This maidenly demeanor was something the hypnotized Sakura Miyajima had never displayed in his memory. It formed a stark contrast to the normally brave Kendo beauty, making Caleb even more eager to see how the real her would act during lovemaking.
Blackie floated in the sky, and Caleb ran on the ground. Under the bright moonlight, the two dark shadows flickered like phantoms through the silent streets. Caleb's full-speed running was fast, but it was ultimately less convenient than flying. He hadn't noticed it before, but when rushing, not being able to move in a straight line was particularly frustrating. Furthermore, maintaining a full-speed run was also a drain on his stamina and condition.
Caleb wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, thinking about acquiring a mode of transport. It would be useful for rushing and for saving time and energy during missions. Speaking of which, he remembered Issei Hyoudou initially performed his missions by bicycle... A bicycle was out; he didn't like the look of Japanese bicycles, finding them ugly. Getting a specially customized one would be too conspicuous, and he felt he'd be targeted after only a few rides. Cars were the second option Caleb ruled out; his age meant he lacked a driver's license, and cars were also inconvenient for navigating through small streets and alleys.
It looked like a motorcycle was the only choice... Sigh, if only he knew how to fly or use spatial magic, he wouldn't have to consider all this.
Lost in thought, Caleb arrived at the main gate of Aiho Academy. Looking at the two-meter-high iron fence, the day had finally come to climb over it. He lightly jumped up, grabbed the top with his hand, and with a pull and a flip using his wrist and arm strength, Caleb executed a 180-degree turn in the air. Then, letting go, he landed steadily on the ground, completing the landing posture flawlessly. Thump. The faint sound of his landing echoed in the quiet campus at night, but unfortunately, there were no security guards patrolling the entrance. No one witnessed the almost gymnastic art of wall-climbing.
After landing, Caleb didn't pause. Thanks to his Devil bloodline, the bright moonlight made little difference between night and day for him. Following his memory to the indoor gymnasium, he asked the little black sphere to go ahead and check if the person was still there. The little black sphere bypassed the locked front door and flew through a small window above the gymnasium. Three minutes later, it sent a message to Caleb: the person was on the performance stage, fiddling with something.
Caleb pondered for a moment, communicated with the little black sphere, and found a rear door that was left slightly ajar. He gently pushed the door open, and amidst a sharp creak, he quickly slipped inside.
On the stage, Hajime Tanaka, who was adjusting the broadcasting equipment, frowned, looking toward the source of the sound. He had already hypnotized the campus security guards and teachers. No one should be here at this hour. After waiting for a moment, no one appeared, and there was no further sound. Hajime Tanaka relaxed his brows and muttered to himself, "Was it just the wind?" He had no intention of going to check. Even if someone had come, he could simply say a few words and perform another round of hypnosis.
Through the little black sphere, Caleb knew Hajime Tanaka hadn't moved and stepped out of the dark corner. He had hoped to ambush Hajime Tanaka when he came to check, aiming to finish him off in one go. That would have minimized the risk of testing whose abilities were stronger: Hajime Tanaka's hypnosis or his own mental resistance.
With that plan foiled, Caleb had no choice but to launch a direct assault. He didn't want to wait; any delay could lead to complications. Since Hajime Tanaka was alone, he didn't have to worry about being overly aggressive.
He channeled magic power throughout his body, activated Beginner Body Control and Eye of Insight, and concentrated a fierce electric current in his hand to form a crackling, lightning-infused spear. This was the strongest attack magic Caleb currently mastered: Spear of Lightning. With his current magic power, he could use it a maximum of three times.
Caleb slowly began to move, then faster and faster, reaching his maximum speed as he entered Hajime Tanaka's field of vision. Seeing a black shadow moving too fast to be clearly seen rushing toward him, Hajime Tanaka's obese body flinched in fright, his almost invisible eyes widened suddenly, and he instinctively opened his mouth to stop him.
"Stop... Ugh.. Ugh.... Ugh..." He only managed to utter one word before a pain shot through his throat, and the rest of his words devolved into a painful groan.
Caleb, wielding the sharp Spear of Lightning, had pierced Hajime Tanaka's throat. Seeing that he couldn't speak, Caleb felt a wave of relief. He had initially aimed for the head, but he was momentarily affected by Hajime Tanaka's single word, and his aim had slightly deviated. Thankfully, Caleb's mental resistance was strong enough that after a brief moment of disorientation, he immediately adjusted. At such high speed, he could only manage to aim for the throat. Fortunately, he didn't miss this time and successfully hit his target.