Capítulo 169: White Stag—Jewel Of The Hunt

OLIVAR D'SHENKO FROTHED at the mouth. His eyes were bulbous in his head. His pupils dilated like he'd chewed on way too much mushrooms. He stared at Lady Ivoria. And couldn't quit staring. The third champion of the [Phoenix Arc] was lost in the allure of the wildling professor. And not he alone.

His teammates, also hypnotized in her aura, and the lavender fucking smell of her, gathered around the enticing nymph, eager to smell more and touch her radiant wet skin.

"Yes, my lovelies. Come to me."

Lady Ivoria smiled at each of them when they were close enough. No one said a word. But fired eyes, thundering hearts, chemical pants—as well as wet pussies and hard cocks did the talking. Lady Ivoria brought her beautiful face close to Israfel. To Olivar. And to Gretchen. She teased them with the promise of a scorching french kiss. Only to pull away at the last breathy second, drawing them in even more.