"Oh, Aurelion, you have seen it," she said, her voice light and cheerful, though laced with unmistakable pride. "Aiden Nightshade—my dear daughter’ husband—walked into those trials like he owned them. Poor Voss never stood a chance. The boy was toying with them. It was almost cruel how effortless it looked."

Valerica Stormvein let out a low, appreciative whistle, leaning back in her chair so that her full breasts strained against the torn red fabric. Her toned abs flexed visibly as she crossed her arms under her bust, pushing them up further. "Handsome and dominant? Now that’s a combination I can respect. The way he moved—confident, precise, that smug little smirk on his face the entire time... I wouldn’t mind sparring with him myself. See if he can keep up with real combat magic." Her golden eyes gleamed with battle-hungry excitement, a playful grin spreading across her lips.

Luminara Vaelis chuckled softly beside her, her mature, powerfully curvaceous body shifting as she rested her chin on one hand. The tight blue silk of her high-collared dress creaked softly against her massive, heavy breasts, accentuating their full, rounded weight with every subtle movement. Her long silver hair cascaded in soft waves as she nodded. "He really is quite handsome, isn’t he? That calm confidence... it’s rare to see someone so young carry himself with such presence. And the way the commoner students cheered for him afterward? It warmed my heart. He seems like the kind of man who could inspire real change here at Albinos."

Nythera Solmire spoke, her massive, heavy breasts rising and falling as she breathed, the purple dress pulling taut and stretching obscenely across their enormous size and weight. "While the boy’s magical prowess is noteworthy, discipline and fundamentals must not be overlooked. Raw power without proper theoretical grounding can lead to catastrophe."

Mirielle waved a hand dismissively, her gray hair catching the light as she laughed—a bright, mischievous sound that lightened the cool atmosphere of the chamber. "Oh, come now, you two. The trials are over. Let the young ones celebrate a little. Besides, Aiden isn’t just any talented student. He is a Beast Tamer of a rather unique variety."

At the mention of "Beast Tamer," Eryndra leaned forward with genuine curiosity, her green aura flickered more noticeably, her muscular frame tensing with interest in the green corset that pushed up her generous bust.. "A Beast Tamer? Really? Mirielle, you mentioned that earlier in passing. I have to admit, I’m intrigued. I didn’t see him summon any beasts during the public fights. Most tamers rely on their companions for strength—bonded wolves, direcats, spirit guardians... that sort of thing. Yet he defeated Elarion Voss with pure strength and that dimensional cut. How does his style differ from the traditional path?"

Mirielle’s smile widened, "That’s the fascinating part, Eryndra. Aiden’s beast taming isn’t the conventional summoning you practice. I don’t know the details though."

Valerica grinned wider, her ponytail swishing as she drummed her fingers on the hilt of her flaming sword. "Now I really want to fight him. Imagine the sparks that would fly—literally and figuratively. That smug face of his would look even better with a bit of battle flush."

Nythera huffed, the purple dress straining obscenely over her massive chest. "We must ensure he understands the fundamentals. Theory before power. Rules before recklessness."

Aurelion raised a hand, silencing any further debate with effortless authority. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his bearded mouth—lenient, yet unyielding. "Peace, my colleagues. The boy has earned our attention, not our suspicion. Mirielle, convey my personal invitation for Aiden to meet with the council at his convenience. We would discuss his future here at Albinos."

Valerica’s eyes lit up like embers. "Yes! I volunteer to test him in the combat arena."

Mirielle laughed again, the sound bright and cheerful against the cool, majestic atmosphere of the council chamber.

"Oh, he’ll love that. My son-in-law does enjoy a good challenge... and a bit of attention from powerful women never hurts." She gave Valerica a knowing look, her golden eyes twinkling. "Just don’t overwhelm the poor boy on his first day. He already has his hands quite full."

The floating orbs continued their slow, lazy dance overhead, bathing the council chamber in cool azure and violet light. The conversation had settled into a thoughtful lull when a soft, melodic hoot echoed from beyond the heavy oak doors — the distinct call of an academy messenger owl.

A moment later, three firm knocks sounded against the ancient wood.

Archmagus Aurelion Vaeltharion Duskrynth raised a single bushy white eyebrow, his piercing silver eyes shifting toward the entrance. "Enter," he commanded, his deep voice carrying effortless authority.

The doors did not open.

Instead, the solid oak surface rippled like water as a figure phased straight through the door, emerging into the chamber with graceful poise. The magical barrier shimmered briefly before returning to solidity behind her.

She was breathtaking.

The woman who now stood before the council was the very picture of seductive scholarly temptation. Her long, silky silver-white hair cascaded in luxurious waves down her back and over one shoulder, framing a stunning face with sharp, alluring features. Thin, elegant round glasses perched on her nose, giving her an intellectual yet irresistibly naughty air. Her emerald-green eyes sparkled with cunning intelligence and open desire.

She wore a tight, glossy black cheongsam-style robe that looked almost liquid under the floating lights. The high collar framed her delicate neck, but the front plunged into a daring, deep neckline that barely contained her massive, overflowing breasts — enormous, perfectly round and heavy orbs that strained obscenely against the shiny black material, the gold embroidery and lace-up corset detailing only emphasizing their immense size and weight. The dress clung to her narrow waist like a second skin before flaring into a high-slit skirt that revealed long, toned legs sheathed in sheer black stockings. One hand rested confidently on her wide hip, while the other held a sleek black wand.

Her full lips curved into a seductive smile as she tilted her head slightly, voice smooth and velvety, dripping with honeyed allure.

"Good evening, esteemed council," she purred, her tone rich and intimate, as though she were sharing a private secret with each of them. "I do apologize for the dramatic entrance... but some matters simply cannot wait for doors."

Mirielle Moonveil adjusted her thin-rimmed n, her own massive chest shifting in her dress as she raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her mischievous golden eyes. "Professor Erina Nightwhisper. To what do we owe this... unexpected pleasure?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Erina Nightwhisper — the academy’s most selective personal instructor — let her emerald gaze drift slowly across the table, lingering just a moment longer on the Headmaster and the voluptuous women seated there. She was known for taking only the students she personally deemed worthy of her private tutelage. Talented, promising, and usually quite attractive young mages received her exclusive, one-on-one guidance. She was notoriously picky, and her standards were as high as her seductive reputation.

"I came as soon as the trials concluded," Erina continued, her seductive voice lowering slightly, each word rolling off her tongue like warm silk. She took a slow step forward, the high slit of her dress parting to reveal the smooth skin of her thigh through the sheer stockings. "I watched Aiden Nightshade’s performance very... closely. The way he dismantled Elarion Voss with such casual dominance, that Void Guillotine technique... it was magnificent."

She placed a hand lightly on her corseted waist, causing her enormous breasts to jiggle softly within the tight confines of the glossy black robe. "In all my years teaching only the most gifted students, I have rarely seen such raw talent and control in someone so young. He is far beyond even my current favorites. The power, the confidence, the way he commands both magic and attention... it would be a waste to let him develop without proper guidance."

Erina’s emerald eyes gleamed with clear hunger as she addressed the council directly, her voice turning even more sultry and persuasive. "I humbly request permission to take Aiden Nightshade under my personal instruction. One-on-one sessions, tailored entirely to his unique abilities — Void magic, beast taming, whatever paths he wishes to explore. I will nurture every ounce of his potential. No one else in this academy can offer him the level of attention and... intimate mentorship that I can provide."

Valerica Stormvein smirked, leaning forward so her own full breasts strained against her torn red top. "Personal instruction, huh? You don’t waste time, Nightwhisper."

Luminara Vaelis smiled kindly, though her cheeks flushed slightly at the obvious undertone in Erina’s words. Eryndra Moonshadow crossed her arms under her generous bust, her green aura flickering with interest.

Mirielle Moonveil let out a soft, knowing laugh, her gray hair catching the light. "My, my... you certainly sound enthusiastic, Professor. Aiden is my son-in-law, after all. I assume your interest is purely academic?"

Erina’s full lips curved into a wickedly seductive smile. She tilted her head, the green crystal on her wand sparkling brighter for a moment. "Purely academic... and whatever else his extraordinary talents may require, Vice Chancellor. I only choose students who truly excite me. And Aiden Nightshade... excites me very much."

Nythera Solmire huffed, though even the strict professor couldn’t hide the way her massive chest rose and fell a little faster in her purple dress. "Talent must still be grounded in fundamentals."

"Of course," Erina replied smoothly, her seductive voice never losing its velvety edge. "I will ensure he masters theory as thoroughly as he masters power. But a gem like him deserves to be polished by the best hands available."

Archmagus Aurelion stroked his long white beard, his piercing eyes studying the alluring instructor carefully. After a long moment, the corner of his mouth twitched with faint amusement.

"Professor Nightwhisper’s request is... noted," he said finally, his deep voice measured. "We shall discuss it. Your reputation for producing exceptional mages is well-known, Erina. However, the boy already has many eyes upon him."

Erina bowed slightly, the motion causing her enormous breasts to strain dramatically against the glossy black fabric. "I understand, Headmaster. I only ask that you consider my offer seriously. I promise I will take very... good care of him."

She straightened, giving the entire council one last lingering, seductive smile, her emerald eyes sparkling behind her glasses. "If you’ll excuse me, I shall return to my chamber and prepare a suitable curriculum... just in case."

With a graceful swirl of her black robe and another ripple through the door, Professor Erina Nightwhisper vanished as dramatically as she had arrived.

The council chamber fell into a brief, charged silence.

Mirielle adjusted her glasses again, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Well... that was certainly bold."

Valerica chuckled. "Bold is one word for it."

Luminara blushed softly while Eryndra’s green aura continued to flicker with curiosity.

Aurelion simply leaned back, his eyes thoughtful. "It seems young Aiden Nightshade continues to attract powerful attention."

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END OF Chapter 333 : COUNCIL!: 2

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