Aiden walked right past a girl standing on the landing above, partially hidden in the blind spot of the staircase. Aiden was too deep in thought about Ethan, the Demon Lord markings, and his upcoming meeting to notice her.

The platinum-blonde beauty watched him disappear around the corner with sharp green eyes.

She descended the stairs gracefully yet with clear urgency, her long, silky platinum-blonde hair swaying with every step.

"Onee-chan!" Violetta called softly as she reached the bottom and knelt quickly in front of her collapsed sister. "You alright? Was that... Lord Aiden?"

Valentina looked up slowly, her fingers gently tracing the spot on her cheek where Aiden had kissed her. Her eyes were completely dazed, lost in a dreamy, lovesick haze. Her cheeks were still burning crimson, lips parted, breathing shallow.

"Violetta..." she murmured dreamily, voice soft and trembling with emotion.

She was the perfect mirror yet striking opposite of her older sister. Standing at 5’6", she possessed the same obscene, fertile hourglass figure as her mother and sister, but carried it with bold, tomboyish confidence.

Her enormous breasts — even slightly larger and heavier than Valentina’s — strained violently against the white button-up shirt and red academy blazer, the red bow tie nestled deep in her cavernous cleavage. The blazer was left open, showcasing her tiny waist and the way her massive tits bounced freely with each movement. Her short black pleated skirt rode high on her thick, juicy thighs, barely covering the lower curve of her plump, heart-shaped ass. Black lace garter belts with silver clasps dug into her soft, creamy flesh, holding up sheer black stockings.

Her face was strikingly beautiful: sharp, confident emerald-green eyes, full pouty lips curved in a mischievous grin, and high cheekbones that gave her a playful yet seductive look. A few strands of her platinum hair stuck to her slightly sweaty forehead.

Violetta’s eyes widened as she took in her older sister’s expression. She placed both hands on Valentina’s shoulders, leaning in closer. "Onee-chan... Are you... in love?"

Valentina nodded shyly, her massive chest jiggling with the motion. For the first time in years, the extremely shy, book-obsessed twin opened up without hesitation — because Violetta was the only person in the world she could truly talk to.

"I-I... Ahh... He is... Lord Aiden Nightshade..." Valentina whispered desperately, words tumbling out in a rush. "He... he wall-slammed me... touched my face... traced my lips... said such dirty things about my body... called my breasts sinful... my ass fat... and then... he kissed my cheek... Violetta, I... I think I’m in love..."

Violetta stared at her for a moment, then broke into a bright, cheerful grin. This was the first time she had ever seen her shy, reclusive older sister show genuine romantic interest in someone. It filled her tomboyish heart with pure joy.

She suddenly pulled Valentina into a tight, enthusiastic hug, squishing their massive breasts together between them. "Onee-chan! I told you! You’re not nothing! There are people who see how amazing and beautiful you are! I saw everything from the stairs... the way he looked at you, the way he touched you... He definitely likes you!"

Valentina smiled shyly into her sister’s shoulder, still tracing the kissed spot on her cheek with one finger. "I... I hope so..."

Violetta pulled back slightly, still holding her shoulders, her own thick thighs flexing as she knelt. The glistening fluids on her inner thighs caught the light as she moved. "But if he was just playing with your heart... if he tries to toy with you..." Her green eyes sharpened with protective fire. "Then I’ll kill him myself. I don’t care how strong or famous he is. No one messes with my Onee-chan."

Valentina let out a soft, genuine laugh — rare and precious. Violetta immediately joined in, laughing brightly with her. The two busty twins sat there on the floor together, foreheads nearly touching, sharing a moment of sisterly warmth and excitement.

Violetta’s tomboyish energy was infectious. She ruffled her older sister’s messy copper-red hair playfully. "Besides... he’s insanely hot, right? That height... that face... and the way he dominates everything around him. Even I got a little wet just watching from afar."

Valentina blushed even harder, hiding her face behind her hands. "V-Violetta!"

"What? It’s true!" Violetta grinned shamelessly, her own soaked thighs rubbing together.

The two sisters exchanged knowing looks, then burst into another round of soft laughter.

Valentina leaned her head against the wall, still dazed and happy. "He asked me for directions... and I could barely speak... but he was so gentle and so... intense at the same time."

Violetta nodded, her platinum ponytail bouncing. "That’s the Child of Prophecy for you. But Onee-chan... if he really wants you... I’ll support you fully. Just don’t forget about me, okay? We come as a package." She winked playfully.

Valentina smiled warmly, reaching out to squeeze her sister’s hand. "I could never forget you, Vio. You’re my everything."

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Aiden finally reached the landing. Golden sunlight streamed through tall stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the polished floor.

There it was.

A magnificent life-sized emerald statue stood proudly in the center of a small circular alcove. The statue depicted a tall, regal man in flowing royal robes, one hand resting on the hilt of a magnificent sword, the other raised as if casting a powerful spell. His face was noble and wise, with sharp features, a strong jaw, and long hair carved with intricate detail. Emeralds of varying shades formed his eyes, giving them an almost lifelike, piercing gaze. The craftsmanship was breathtaking — every fold of fabric, every rune etched into his armor glowed with faint residual magic.

Aiden stopped directly in front of it, hands still in his pockets, head tilted slightly as he studied the figure.

"Hmm..." he murmured aloud.

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[Curious, Master?] Lunara purred softly in his mind.

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*Who is he?* Aiden asked internally, eyes tracing the statue’s powerful posture.

Lunara’s voice took on a more respectful, almost reverent tone for once.

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[He is King Valerian Albinos — the founder of this very academy. Dead husband of Queen Alethea Albinos. The former King of the realm. A legendary mage and warrior who established this institution centuries ago to nurture magical talent across all social classes. Quite the impressive man in his time.]

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Aiden’s eyebrows rose slightly. "Ohh..." he said under his breath. "That Seraphina’s father... Interesting."

He stepped closer to the statue, the emerald eyes of the long-dead king seeming to watch him. The air around the monument felt charged, as if some fragment of the man’s will still lingered.

Aiden lowered his head slightly, placing one hand over his chest in a rare moment of sincerity. His voice was low, almost a whisper.

"Sir Valerian... Thank you for bringing Seraphina into this world. She’s become incredibly important to me." He paused, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Also... give me your blessing. I will do everything in my power to make your daughter happy. To protect her. To love her. And... maybe your wife too, if she’ll have me."

A long beat of silence followed.

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[Master~] Lunara purred, her voice thick with wicked amusement. [Really? His wife? You want the Queen herself? You’re so incredibly greedy. Your harem ambitions know no bounds, do they?]

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Aiden chuckled deeply, the sound echoing softly in the alcove. *What can I say? When I see something — or someone — worth claiming, I take it. Queen Alethea is beautiful, powerful, and tied to Seraphina. If I’m going to build something eternal, why not aim for the highest prizes?*

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[Mmm, so cocky~] Lunara moaned teasingly. [I love it. That arrogant confidence makes me wish I had a body even more. I’d drop to my knees right here in front of this statue and worship that greedy cock of yours while you pray to a dead king for permission to fuck his widow. You really are becoming the perfect Harem Lord.]

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Aiden smirked wider, glancing up at the emerald eyes of King Valerian once more. "Don’t worry, old man. I’ll take good care of them," he murmured with a hint of playful challenge.

He stood there for several long minutes, letting the weight of the moment settle. Thoughts of Seraphina filled his mind — her graceful beauty, her hidden strength, the way she submitted so beautifully to him. Then his thoughts drifted to Queen Alethea — the elegant, mature ruler. Powerful. Regal. And, still stunning despite her age.

The idea of claiming both mother and daughter sent a thrill through him.

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[You’re imagining it already, aren’t you?] Lunara teased relentlessly. [Fucking Seraphina while her mother watches... or better yet, taking them together. Queen Alethea on her knees beside her daughter, both of them worshipping your cock. You’re insatiable, Master. And I adore it.]

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*Keep talking like that and I’ll need to find another willing hole before I even reach Nyssa’s office,* Aiden shot back playfully.

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[Promise?] Lunara purred heatedly. [I’d love to watch you claim more. Every new woman makes me wetter for the day I finally get a real body.]

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Aiden spent a few more minutes in quiet reflection, circling the statue slowly, admiring the intricate runes and the sheer presence the long-dead king still commanded. He imagined what it must have been like to found an entire academy, to rule a kingdom, to love a woman like Alethea.

Then he shook his head with a low chuckle.

"Different times," he muttered. "My era is different. I won’t just rule... I’ll own."

He gave the statue one final respectful nod.

"Thank you for the blessing, King Valerian. I’ll make sure your bloodline flourishes under my care."

With that, Aiden turned and waled toward the spiral stairway continued down the elegant corridor toward the restricted archive wing, following the directions the girls had given him. The third door on the right — Professor Nyssa Obsidienne’s private office.

His crimson uniform swayed slightly with each confident step. His mind was already shifting gears — wondering what the powerful professor wanted, what secrets she might hold, and how he could bend this meeting to his advantage as well.

Behind him, the emerald eyes of the statue seemed to gleam just a fraction brighter for a moment, as if the spirit of the old king had heard the bold young man’s prayer... and perhaps, in some small way, approved.

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Lunara continued purring filthy encouragement and teasing commentary the entire way down the hall, describing in vivid detail all the ways Aiden could claim Queen Alethea and add her to his ever-growing collection of devoted women. Aiden listened with a dark, satisfied smile, feeding off her words.

The eastern tower felt alive with possibility.

Professor Nyssa’s door was now visible just ahead — heavy oak, engraved with silver runes, radiating quiet power.

Aiden stopped in front of it, raising his hand to knock.

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END OF Chapter : 406 : CARAMEL CHOCOLATE!

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