Chapter 52: Flustered Xialyn

Was he really looking at the profile of Grand Elder Eleanor Rime?

[Sigh... Don’t exaggerate.]

The system’s words immediately irritated Veyron. He realized that Grand Elder Eleanor’s interest in him had been revealed rather clearly.

However, rather than feeling embarrassed, he began to understand exactly what he needed to do to win her heart completely.

And now, he had plenty of ideas. Putting those thoughts aside for the moment, he returned his attention to Grand Elder Eleanor’s profile.

As he examined her various aspects, he noticed that almost everything was related to the Ice Element. Well, that wasn’t particularly surprising, considering she was a powerful elemental cultivator.

Veyron quickly understood that if he wanted to obtain anything else from her, he would first need to acquire Ice Affinity.

With that in mind, he decided to share her affinity.

Ding!

[Sharing conditions met.]

Ding!

[Congratulations!]

[You have acquired Ice Element!]

Veyron was quite satisfied with the result. For now, this was enough. He still had two aspect slots available, but he would have to wait until his bond with Grand Elder Eleanor reached 90% before he could obtain anything more from her.

With that settled, he opened his own profile to see how much it had changed.

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[Name: Veyron Ignis]

[Race: Human]

[Cultivation: Spirit Adept Realm — Rank 2]

[Physique: None]

[Bloodline: Human — Mortal Rank]

[Affinity: Charm , Ice ]

[Cultivation Technique: Shadowmoon

Cultivation Art — Earth Rank]

[Battle Technique: Flowing Blade Art — Mortal Rank , Wind Flash Steps —Earth Rank, Storm-Splitting Strike — Spirit Rank]

[Spirit Core: Celestial]

[Spirit Veins: External Expanding Spirit Veins — Rank ???]

....

[Bonds]

[HAREM SLOT]

Aveline Amoria (Bonding: 100%)

Xialyn Heiwen (Bonding: 95%)

Eleanor Rime (Bonding: 55%)

[RANDOM SLOT]

Selena Strom (Bonding: 35%)

[Bonding technique: Desire Resonance, Supreme Dao of Falsehood, Indomitable Will]

[Bond Points: 6000]

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Looking at his updated profile, Veyron couldn’t help but feel satisfied. Compared to before, his overall profile had improved considerably.

Of course, he still had a long way to go.

He now possessed two affinities, having acquired the Charm Affinity from his aunt through his third sharing slot after their bond reached 100%, allowing him to form an Eternal Bond with her.

This would make it even easier for him to charm women in the future. As for his remaining plans, he intended to establish another external bond with his Senior Sister tonight.

Just as Veyron was thinking about her, a familiar, cheerful voice suddenly rang out from outside.

"Little Vey! I’m here!!"

He didn’t have to wait long. Soft footsteps echoed against the wooden stairs, growing closer with each passing moment. The sliding door of his room was pushed open without hesitation as a familiar, bright voice rang out.

"I am he—! Kyaaa!"

The cheerful call broke into a sharp, startled cry. Veyron looked up just in time to see Xialyn freeze in the doorway.

Both hands flew up to cover her face as a vivid crimson blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Through the narrow gaps between her trembling fingers, her purple eyes peeked out, wide and flustered.

"W... why are you not wearing anything?" she stammered, her voice higher than usual.

She couldn’t stop herself from looking. Even with her hands shielding most of her view, the sight of his bare upper body burned itself into her mind.

His physique was powerfully sculpted, firm muscles shifting subtly beneath smooth skin, the kind of well-defined build that would make most women lose their composure.

The faint sheen of residual heat still clung to him from earlier, highlighting every sharp line and firm contour. Yet for all her usual boldness, Xialyn felt unbearably shy, her heart hammering against her chest as she tried—and failed—to look away completely.

Veyron realized what had happened the moment he saw her reaction. A low, amused chuckle escaped him as he leaned back against the headboard, completely at ease.

"Oh... I woke up just now and wasn’t wearing anything on my upper body. And come on, it’s not like I’m completely naked."

His tone was light, teasing. He watched the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers pressed tighter against her face, and the corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Don’t tell me you’re this shy and getting flustered over it!"

Xialyn’s eyes narrowed behind her hands. The teasing struck a nerve. She lowered her hands with a sharp huff, though the blush refused to fade from her cheeks.

Her long black hair, tied neatly behind her, shifted over one shoulder as she straightened her posture, trying to reclaim her usual senior-sister authority.

"W..Who’s flustered, you little brat!!" she shot back, voice a little too loud to be completely convincing.

Veyron’s smile deepened, his crimson eyes glinting with mischief. "Hmm... you’re not? Come here then..."

Xialyn puffed out her chest in stubborn defiance. She wore her usual grey core disciple robe, the fabric fitting snugly against her figure and outlining the generous curves of her bust and hips.

Her silky black hair fell in a smooth cascade over her shoulders and down her back, framing her face.

Those beautiful purple eyes flashed with determination as she took a step forward, then another, closing the distance between them.

Veyron watched her approach, taking in the way she tried to hold her head high even as her cheeks remained stained with red.

When she finally stopped in front of him, she looked down with a haughty tilt of her chin, clearly attempting to act unbothered. Yet her gaze kept flickering toward his bare chest and the defined lines of his abdomen before darting away again.

"W... who’s flustered, you brat?" she managed, her voice wavering just slightly. "Don’t tease your senior sister or I’ll bea—! KYAAA!"

She never finished the threat.

In one swift motion, Veyron reached out and pulled her down into his lap. She let out a startled yelp as her body was drawn forward, her plump, soft ass settling firmly against his thighs.

He secured her in his arms before she could even think to resist, one arm wrapping securely around her waist while the other rested against her back.

Her face ended up pressed against the warm, bare skin of his chest, and the sudden closeness flooded her senses.

Her sweet fragrance—something light, clean, and faintly floral—washed over him, cutting through the residual scent of sweat and making his head feel oddly clear.

At the same time, the soft weight of her body against his, the way her curves molded against him, sent a quiet heat through his veins.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Xialyn’s heart slammed against her ribs like a war drum. She tried to struggle, her hands pushing weakly against his chest, but her body refused to obey.

Every attempt to pull away only made her more aware of the firm muscle beneath her palms, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the way his arms held her so securely.

She had never been this close to her little Vey before. Not like this. The heat of his skin seeped through her robe, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her cheek made her own pulse race even faster.

"Y... you... what a... are you doing?" she whispered, the words coming out breathless and shaky.

Veyron smiled down at her, the expression soft and warm. He lifted one hand and gently pressed a finger against her soft, petal-like lips, silencing whatever else she might have said.

"Shhhh."

His voice was low and gentle, carrying a tenderness that made her chest tighten.

Up close, his face seemed even more striking—sharp features softened by that affectionate smile, crimson eyes holding her purple ones with quiet intensity.

The teasing edge from earlier had faded, replaced by something deeper and more intimate.

"Stay still, my lovely senior sister."

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