Chapter 104: Why Don’t You Drop My Trousers First?

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Why Don’t You Drop My Trousers First?

Michael Giowald, the Messiah of the North, was one of the heroes in Jane Evander’s party who fought alongside the First Emperor in the Great Demonic War. It had been a catastrophic battle that reduced half the continent’s population, and every one of the seven heroes had died except the First Emperor himself, Jane Evander.

There had been seven heroes in total. Each had been bestowed a sacred treasure by one of the goddesses. That meant every treasure hidden inside the academy was an inheritance left behind by one of the dead heroes.

After reading the letter, Xavier made his way down to the basement treasury, walking past numerous rooms and banquet halls inside the castle. He pushed open the huge double doors and froze the moment the chamber came into view.

A mountain of gold coins rose before him, jewelry of every kind mixed through the glittering heap.

"It looks like the Messiah of the North was a rich man," Xavier murmured, staring at the lifetime of wealth Michael had left behind.

He circled the mountain of gold. Beyond it the chamber stretched on and on, lined with decorated swords, pendants, talismans, and every sort of magical weapon imaginable. The fortune now belonged entirely to him. Even the treasury of Drakenfell Castle could not match the hoard in front of his eyes. It felt strange that his personal wealth already exceeded that of the entire Drakenfell family.

He looked around a little longer, then focused on his presence and withdrew from the bracelet. When he opened his eyes, he was lying in his own bed again. Night still filled the window outside. The exploration had left him tired, so he closed his eyes and slept.

The next morning, he dressed in his uniform and headed to the main building for the enchantments lecture. Melli sat snugly against him, her soft body pressed close. Professor Grushka entered the classroom looking worse than usual—her messy bun even messier, dark circles under her eyes. Fatigue showed in every movement, yet the moment her gaze landed on Xavier in the front row her eyes lit up.

"Professor, are you all right? You look a little tired," Melli asked.

"Yes, of course I’m all right. I’m feeling even better right now. Just hadn’t slept in a few days, haha. Don’t worry," Grushka answered, straightening her posture. She took her place at the podium and began the lecture. Her eyes glowed with a green light Xavier had never seen before, and her presence felt darker than usual. She kept her gaze locked on him the entire time, turning pages without ever looking down, delivering the lesson on autopilot.

Even Melli seemed unsettled by the professor’s behavior, though she tried to stay focused.

"Xavier, see me in my office," Grushka said the moment the lecture ended, then left the room.

"What’s that about?" Melli asked.

"I don’t know. I’m not sure," Xavier replied.

"Just be careful. I don’t think she’s feeling fine. Something is up with her," Melli warned.

Once the classroom emptied, Xavier kissed Melli’s soft, gelatinous lips once, then parted from her and climbed the stairs to Professor Grushka’s office on the fourteenth floor.

"Professor, I’m here," he said after knocking.

"Please come in," came the eager reply from the other side.

He stepped inside and found Grushka at her table amid flasks and apparatuses, brewing some mixture he did not recognize.

"Go ahead, stand against that wall, please," she said, pointing. "Excellent. Now raise both of your hands sideways."

Xavier obeyed. The next instant, cuffs shot out of the wall and locked around his arms, wrists, and ankles, pinning him in place.

"Professor, what is this?" he asked.

"Oh, it isn’t anything, nothing at all—just a little experiment I need you for," Grushka answered in a psychotic voice, her eyes gleaming with the same green glow. On her desk a jade-green crystal pulsed with matching light.

She took an injection from a drawer, dipped the syringe into the brewing potion, and filled it with the mysterious fluid.

"Be careful with that," Xavier said.

"I waited for you," Grushka told him, staring hard. "Why didn’t you come? I told you you could come anytime. I waited all this time, all the nights, but you still didn’t come. Why didn’t you come?"

"Professor, you don’t look all right," Xavier said, concern creeping into his voice.

"Oh, I’m all right. Everything is going to be fine once I inject you with this." She raised the syringe.

"And what exactly is that going to do?" he asked.

"Have you heard of the Dick Blaster? It’s a drug that makes any man’s cock hard as a rock, whether he wants the woman or not. It caused quite the chaos in the Imperial capital when it started circulating through the underground channels. They caught it, of course. They wiped out the entire syndicate responsible."

"How did you get your hands on it?" Xavier asked.

"The formula was studied extensively by alchemy experts checking for side effects. Yes, there’s a little heart failure and a little brain damage, but you can handle it. You’re a strong boy."

Grushka was a professor of enchantment, not alchemy. Xavier suspected she had stolen the formula from Nyxara’s office; none of his women would ever put him in real danger.

"So let me get this straight—you did all of that just because you wanted my cock?" he asked.

"Of course I want your cock. I want your everything. Ever since that day you came into my office I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel this urge to make you mine and keep you with me forever." She stepped closer, syringe still in hand.

"Before you inject me with that needle, why don’t you drop my trousers first?" Xavier said.

Grushka froze for a moment, even in her crazed state she clearly was not expecting that reaction. But the suggestion worked in her favor so she dropped to her knees, unfastened his trousers, and pulled them down to his feet. His cock sprang free, slapping across her green cheek and smearing it with the precum leaking from the tip.