Chapter 75 | A Kiss & Ancient Infernal Phoenix Bloodline
Chapter 75: 75 | A Kiss & Ancient Infernal Phoenix Bloodline
Andrew frowned. "How bad?"
Constant sighed heavily. "I need to go personally deal with a few people. Too many witnesses today. I have to make sure certain mouths stay shut, at least for now." He looked at Andrew with a rare, genuine softness. He opened his mouth but eventually said nothing.
Andrew nodded. "All right. Take care, Principal."
Monica smiled and waved. The old man gave one final grin and then he vanished, leaving the two of them standing alone in the golden evening light.
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Andrew and Monica stood inside his private dormitory. The room was quiet, lit by soft artificial lamps that cast warm shadows across the modern furniture.
Monica lingered near the living room, her arms folded loosely. Her face had turned slightly red, though she wasn’t sure why.
Neither of them spoke.
Andrew watched her for a few seconds, then broke the quiet.
"Monica."
She looked up, her heart giving a strange little jump. "...Yes?"
His expression grew serious, but gentle. "I want to show you something."
She blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean?"
Andrew stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. Monica’s breathing became slightly uneven, her cheeks warming further. He stopped just in front of her and said, very quietly, "Close your eyes."
Her heart skipped. She stared at him, trying to read his face. "...Why?"
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Do you trust me?"
The question hung in the air. Monica swallowed.
A soft blush spread fully across her cheeks now, but after a few seconds, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. I trust you."
Slowly, she let her eyelids fall shut.
Andrew raised his hand and gently placed it on top of her head.
His fingers combed lightly through her golden hair.
He focused his mind and spoke internally. ’System. Upgrade the Phoenix Bloodline.’
A mechanical voice answered immediately, flat and precise.
[Current Bloodline: (Royal Grade) Phoenix Bloodline.]
Andrew didn’t hesitate. "Promote it. Upgrade it to Primordial Grade."
For a brief second, the system stayed silent. He felt the pause like a held breath. Then the words appeared.
[Calculation Complete.]
[Upgrading Royal Grade Bloodline To Primordial Grade Requires 20 Investment Points.]
Andrew’s brows pulled together.
’Fifty?’
That was a lot.
Investment Points were precious—every single one was a step toward his own growth, a resource he couldn’t just grind for.
Spending 20 all at once wasn’t a small decision. It could slow down his plans.
His eyes drifted down to Monica. She still stood there quietly, her eyes closed, her breathing soft. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of suspicion on her face that he was going to do something bad.
[A/N: She’s clearly expecting something else!]
Andrew stared at her for a second. Then he let out a slow breath through his nose.
"Forget it. She’s worth it." He spoke the next command calmly. "Do it."
[DING!]
A golden notification exploded inside his consciousness.
[(Royal Grade) Phoenix Bloodline Successfully Upgraded.]
[Evolution Complete.]
[New Bloodline Acquired.]
[Ancient Infernal Phoenix Bloodline — Primordial Grade.]
Andrew’s eyes flickered. If he could absorb the bloodline...
Without wasting another second, he gave the next command. "Activate Creation Technique."
The familiar golden interface shimmered back into view.
[Creation Technique Activated.]
[Would You Like To Integrate Ancient Infernal Phoenix Bloodline Into Secondary Target?]
Andrew answered without hesitation. "Yes."
Silence. One second passed. Two seconds. Then—
[DING]
[Transfer Complete.]
[Mission Completed.]
Andrew blinked. He stood there, waiting. "...That’s it?" He frowned, glancing around Monica’s body.
He had expected some kind of reaction—a violent surge of energy, an explosion of heat, maybe even a burst of flames. Something worthy of a Primordial Grade bloodline.
But nothing happened.
There wasn’t even the slightest fluctuation of aura around her body. She might as well have been standing in a quiet garden, not receiving a power people across entire continents would kill for.
Andrew narrowed his eyes.
He asked internally, "System. Has the transfer been completed successfully?"
The answer came instantly. [Transfer Successful.]
So it had worked. But nothing showed on the outside. He thought for a moment, tapping his thumb lightly against her hair. Maybe she has to awaken it herself. That was the only explanation that made sense. Bloodlines probably required personal activation before showing any outward effects. It was dormant, waiting for her to find it.
Still, he had done everything he could for now by granting her a powerful bloodline.
As for talents, he immediately pushed the idea away.
Not now. If he started transferring talents on top of the bloodline, there was a good chance Monica would notice.
That would raise too many questions. He would do it later, when the moment was right.
For now, this was enough. Andrew slowly withdrew his hand.
And then he noticed something strange.
Monica still hadn’t opened her eyes. Her breathing had become softer, slightly uneven. Her eyelashes trembled faintly against her cheeks, and her cheeks had turned completely red, the blush spreading all the way to her ear.
She looked like she was waiting for something.
Then Andrew noticed her lips. They were pink, slightly parted and puckered.
Andrew stared silently for several seconds. A violent warmth started to spread through his chest.
The room had gone completely quiet.
"...hm,"
Monica’s fingers unconsciously tightened as she licked her lips.
Still, she didn’t open her eyes.
Andrew stepped closer.
Monica’s lips puckered slightly, and his body trembled.
Without another thought, he lowered his head and kissed her.
The moment their lips touched, Monica’s body trembled violently. As a jolt ran down her spine.
"Nyan~"
She gasped softly.
Andrew’s hand moved on instinct, settling gently on her waist and pulling her just a little closer.
Time itself seemed to stop. The academy outside the dorm walls faded into nothing.
Just the warmth between them, the soft pressure of the kiss, the quiet thud of two hearts beating in the same rhythm.
’Soft...’
That was Andrew’s first thought.
’Warm and wet’
He couldn’t stop himself as he separated her mouth with his tongue and went exploring her insides.
"Hmmm.."
Her moan almost drove him crazy.