"Lily..."
"Hush," she hummed against him. "I’m just doing my job."
Her mouth was warm, slippery, and incredibly skilled. She worked on his dick with a dedication that bordered on religious fervor. The water in the basin cooled, but the heat between his legs only spiked.
Alex gripped the edge of the wooden stool, his knuckles turning white. The sensation was overwhelming—the friction of her soft hands, the suction, the occasional brush of her hair against his dick.
"I’m... close," Alex warned, his voice tight.
Lily didn’t stop. She didn’t even slow down. She looked up at him, her green eyes hazy with lust, and sped up.
"Give it to me, Master," she encouraged, her voice garbled slightly. "Fill me up. Prove you’re alive."
That was the breaking point.
Alex arched his back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat.
"Lily!"
He exploded.
It wasn’t a gentle release; it was a violent, shuddering climax that shook his entire frame. He poured into her, wave after wave, emptying himself completely.
Lily didn’t pull away. She took everything, swallowing audibly, ensuring not a single drop of his "vitality" was wasted.
Alex slumped forward, his forehead resting on her wet shoulder, breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
"Haa... haa..."
The bathroom fell silent, save for the sound of dripping water and their ragged breathing.
[System Notification: Vitality Exchange Complete. Stress levels reduced to zero. Lust Points +50.]
[System Note: You really needed that, didn’t you?]
"Shut up," Alex wheezed mentally.
Lily pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked thoroughly satisfied.
"See?" she beamed, standing up and rinsing her hands in the basin. "You look much more relaxed now."
She grabbed a fluffy towel and began to dry him off.
"Come on. Let’s get you to bed before you pass out for real this time."
****
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, hitting Alex squarely in the face. He groaned, shifting under the silk sheets.
[System Notification: Mana restored. Dignity... debatable.]
"Shut up," Alex grumbled at the cryptic text floating in his vision. "It’s called medical treatment."
He sat up and stretched.
To his surprise, his body didn’t scream in agony. The crushing weight on his chest was gone, replaced by a light, energetic hum.
"Potions really are miracles," he muttered, flexing his fingers.
Yesterday, he had felt like a crushed soda can. Today, he felt almost new. But the memory of that burning pain—the sensation of his insides trying to liquidate themselves—sent a shiver of genuine dread down his spine.
"I got lucky," he admitted to the empty room. "Just a few seconds longer, and the Recoil Energy would have turned my heart into a firework."
He thought back to the doctor’s diagram. The Internal Circuit. It looked like a pair of earphones that had spent a week in a tumble dryer. A tangled, chaotic mess.
"But I can’t give up on it."
Alex clenched his fist.
In this world, the Internal Circuit was everything for a warrior. It determined the upper limit of physical capability. No matter how skilled you were with a sword, if you couldn’t reinforce your body with mana, you were just a guy with a sharp stick.
Those with powerful, streamlined circuits could smash castle walls with their bare hands. They could move faster than the eye could see.
"If I want to survive—and if I want to slap that arrogance off Alicia’s face—I need that power."
He closed his eyes, visualizing the mess inside him again.
The doctor said the recoil happened because of the resistance in the tangled veins. But there was a theory in advanced magic dynamics: Mana Resonance.
If your resonance and sensitivity were high enough, you could technically "vibrate" the mana to match the frequency of the blockage, breaking down the recoil energy before it did damage.
"Lucky for me," Alex grinned, checking his status window, "my stats are literally broken."
He had the hardware of a supercomputer stuck in the body of a novice. If he played his cards right, he could untangle that mess.
"I want to see just how much this body can be strengthened," he whispered. "But... not today. I like being alive."
"Nngh... later..."
He swung his legs out of bed.
Click.
The door opened, and Lily walked in carrying his uniform. She looked fresh, happy, and was humming a tune. When she saw him awake, her eyes lit up.
"Good morning, Master!" she chirped. "Did you sleep well? You look... vibrant."
Her gaze dropped to his waist.
Alex looked down.
Ah. Morning Wood.
It was standing tall, tenting the silk boxers in a very obvious, very aggressive way.
"I slept great," Alex said, not even trying to hide it. "Thanks to your... thorough nursing last night."
Lily giggled, a flush creeping up her neck. She walked over and set the clothes on the bed.
"I’m glad I could be of service," she purred, stepping into his personal space. "But it seems you have excess energy again. Should I help you relieve it before the Academy?"
She reached out, her finger tracing the outline of the erection through the fabric.
Alex sucked in a breath. "I... we don’t have time. I’ll be late."
"That’s a shame," Lily pouted. She knelt down, but instead of doing something lewd, she grabbed his trousers. "Then let me at least help you dress."
She helped him stand. As she pulled the trousers up his legs, her hands "accidentally" brushed against his inner thighs, lingering near the bulge.
"It’s a tight fit today," she teased, struggling to button the waistband over his excitement. "You’re growing up so fast, Master."
She leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss right on the bulge through the fabric.
"Hah!" Alex jumped, gripping her shoulder.
"Just a good luck charm," Lily winked, standing up and smoothing his collar. She pressed her chest against his arm as she fixed his tie, letting him feel the softness of her breasts one last time.
"Now go," she whispered, biting her lip. "And try not to break yourself today. I want you in one piece for tonight."
Alex grabbed his bag, his heart racing and his dick throbbing.
"I’ll try," he choked out.
He walked out of the dorms, the cool morning air doing little to cool him down.