Chapter 57: Im all yours (2/2)
'In the end, it's super risky. It would suck to return right into Ortensia's hands, especially with all my mana drained…' Just the thought of moving back to the time he initially escaped from was enough to send a shiver down Layn's spine. And given the position of his head atop Irea's lap, this sudden shake of his muscles managed to pull the girl out of her focus.
Her thighs twitched before her hand fell on Layn's hair. ”Are you okay?” Putting the item she was working on gently to the side, Irea used both of her hands to slowly massage the scalp of the man. Brushing her delicate fingers through his hair, she appeared to be way calmer than she was before as if all her doubts about Layn's plan disappeared.
”I guess you felt it already.” There was one obvious thing that Layn already figured out. It was also one of the reasons why he intentionally 'forgot' to refill his strength with one of the stones, allowing the weakness to take over.
'To think that this trick would work even in ancient times…' Amongst many things that Layn was interested in, psychology held a special spot in his heart. Although he never really dived deep into its possibilities, there were some laws that the archmage was aware of.
And as if he was in a casino den, he knew that once the girl would invest herself into the project, she would have a hard time suddenly giving up on it. Hence, it was no surprise to the archmage when he saw the girl picking up the treasure-in-making as he was losing consciousness.
”I did. This twig… How could it produce so much energy?” Casting a quick look at the treasure beside the two of them, Irea squinted her eyes a bit.
”For now, it's important that you realize what this twig is capable of. And I don't think I need to spell it out loud how it become this way.” Turning his head slightly to the side, Layn could feel the back of my skull rubbing against the fleshy thighs of Irea.
”That stone dust, huh?” Still running her fingers through Layn's hair, Irea seemingly didn't mind letting him use her lap for a pillow at all. Then, she suddenly shook her head, before putting her hands below Layn's chin and leaning over his face. Stuck between the warmth of her thighs at the bottom, her chest over his forehead, and her face right above his lips, even being the archmage didn't allow Layn to escape from Irea's clutches.
”Still, I still owe you an answer for earlier.” While the treasure has yet to be finished, Irea clearly understood the value of what the archmage created. Because the most essential part of the entire treasure… was actually the twig.
As the only part enchanted with the stone dust, it was responsible for the entirety of magic production, or rather, magic suction. Once its own capacity would reach its limits, the mana would have no other place to go but to the empty magic stone at the core of the treasure. The only thing left to do, was to create an outlet for this power, turning a mana bomb into a mana outlet.
”This thing…” Looking towards the treasure for a moment, Irea smiled before moving her eyes back on Layn's face. ”This thing doesn't leave me any room to hesitate. And just as promised, from today onwards…” Lowering her head a bit more, Irea pressed her lips against Layn's for a moment, before bringing her head up a bit and smiling. ”I'm all yours.”