Chapter 29: Transparent Barrier and The Watching Eyes

Selene Frost had finally let go.

All the years of being the perfect Ice Queen, the flawless professor, the untouchable disciple of Lily Nightshade — every ounce of that pride had burned away the moment Arthur entered her. Now she moved with raw, shameless need, hips rolling against his with desperate, greedy rhythm.

Her leg trembled around his thigh as she pressed her chest harder against his. The torn instructor coat hung open, revealing the full, heavy weight of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistened on her dark skin. Her silver-white hair was completely disheveled, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks and forehead. The frostbite that had been freezing her mana pathways for so long was finally melting away, leaving her body light, hot, and alive for the first time in years.

"Arthur... fuck... don’t stop..." she gasped against his mouth, voice hoarse and broken in the most beautiful way.

She was no longer resisting. Her hands roamed freely over his back, nails digging into his skin, pulling him deeper. Her thighs shook as she tried to grind herself against him, seeking every inch. The pleasure had completely drowned out the pain. The mana hypothermia that had been her constant companion was finally flushing out, leaving her feeling weightless, floating, alive.

Arthur’s hands gripped her waist, thrusting up into her with steady, deep strokes. He could see everything outside the transparent barrier. The two dead intruders still lay on the floor of the treasury chamber. One had lost his head entirely — the ice spear had done its job. The other lay with his eyes wide open, staring directly at them. His face was frozen in a grotesque mix of shock and twisted satisfaction, as if he had watched the entire scene and found it... arousing.

It was obscene.

Arthur’s eyes flicked from the corpse to Selene and back again. He gestured toward the intruder with his chin, then jerked his head toward the barrier. Selene followed his gaze.

The sight of the dead man staring at them while they fucked was too much. Selene’s breath hitched sharply. Her hips rolled harder, faster, chasing every bit of friction she could get. A soft, broken moan escaped her throat.

"Arthur... look at him..." she whispered, voice trembling with new, filthy pleasure. "He’s... he’s still looking at us..."

The image was too much. Selene’s face flushed crimson. She buried her face in Arthur’s neck, biting down on his shoulder as her body betrayed her completely. She was no longer the proud, untouchable professor. She was a woman who had been starving for touch for decades, finally allowed to let go, and she was losing herself in it.

Arthur could feel the new heat building inside her. The frostbite was gone. The mana pathways were clean, warm, humming with life. Every thrust of his cock inside her sent sparks through her body, making her light, floating, glowing. She felt lighter than she had in years — as if the crushing weight that had lived inside her chest for ten years had finally been lifted.

Outside the barrier, the two dead bodies.

The intruder’s expression was almost... pleased. Like he had died happy, watching the woman get thoroughly fucked by a Fringe boy.

Arthur’s pulse quickened. The sight was making him harder. He could see Mimi inside the book, wings fluttering wildly, petal skirt shifting as she watched with pure, delighted excitement.

"Oh my gods... I can’t believe this is actually happening... keep going, Arthur... she’s so beautiful when she lets go..."

She pulled Arthur’s face to hers and kissed him hard, biting his lower lip as her hips ground down in desperate circles.

"Arthur... I can feel it... the frost is melting... I feel... light... so light..."

Her voice cracked with pleasure. She was trembling now, not from pain but from overwhelming sensation. Her mana pathways were clean. The cold was melting away. She felt warm, alive, and aching for more.

Arthur thrust deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her whole body jolt. Selene’s head fell back against the barrier. Her breasts bounced with every movement. Her broken leg wrapped tightly around his thigh as she tried to pull him even closer.

"Arthur... harder..." she begged, voice raw. "Please... I need it... I need you..."

The dead man’s eyes were like following every thrust, every moan, every second of the forbidden pleasure unfolding inside the transparent barrier. It was wrong. It was depraved. And it was making everything ten times hotter.

Selene’s eyes flicked to the intruder. She saw the dead man’s gaze locked on them. Something in her shattered and reformed at the same time. A fresh wave of filthy pleasure flooded her body. Her inner walls clenched around Arthur hard enough to make him groan.

She kissed him again, desperate, hungry, and whispered against his lips.

"Keep going... I want him to watch... I want him to see what you’re doing to me..."

Arthur’s grip on her waist tightened. The sight of the dead body staring at them while he fucked the Ice Queen was too much. He thrust harder, deeper, feeling her heat wrap around him like velvet fire. The Eros mana flowed freely, flushing the last traces of frostbite from her pathways. Selene’s body was light now — floating, glowing, alive.

Outside, Mimi’s giggles echoed inside his head.

"I can’t look away... she’s so beautiful... keep fucking her, Arthur... she’s letting go completely..."

Selene’s moans grew louder, messier, more desperate. Her hands clutched at Arthur’s back, nails raking down his skin as she rode him with shameless abandon. The frostbite was gone. The pain was gone. All that remained was overwhelming pleasure and the filthy thrill of being watched by a dead man.

Arthur felt himself getting close. Selene felt it too. Her eyes half-lidded, lips parted, body trembling as she pressed herself fully against him.

"Arthur... I’m going to cum... please... don’t stop..."

She finally responded.

And the barrier around them trembled as the first powerful orgasm of the night hit her like a wave.