Chapter 130: 50 Beasts Slain
Chapter 130: 50 Beasts Slain
Professor Rose stepped onto the wooden platform, her crimson hair catching the fading sunlight. Professor Henry and Professor Dominic stood right behind her.
"Attention!" Rose’s voice boomed, instantly silencing the lingering mutters across the camp.
"Day one of the field trial is officially concluded. You have all survived your initial encounter with the Restricted Area. Some of you fought admirably... while others proved how soft and reliant on academy luxury you truly are."
Rose pressed her remote artifact, bringing up the master leaderboard on the floating screen above the platform.
1st Place: Team 3 - Lynx, Ava, Kira, Lira, Ophelia — 50 Beasts Slain — 25 Beasts were Level 4 and 5.
2nd Place: Team 1- Eleanor, Nadia, Layla, Iris, Rhea — 28 Beasts Slain
3rd Place: Team 6 - Raven, Robin, Sol, Diana, Bruce — 22 Beasts Slain
4th Place: Team 2 - Julian, Mars, Kol, James, Peter — 19 Beasts Slain
Gasps of shock echoed through the camp as the students read the numbers.
"Fifty beasts?" a Year 3 student exclaimed in horror.
"And up to 25 Level 4-5s? How is that even possible for a team with 4 Year 2s?"
Peter Musk’s head snapped up, his eyes bulging as he read the leaderboard. His jaw trembled in complete disbelief.
He had spent three hours fighting for his life, barely slaying a handful of Level 3 beasts, while Lynx’s team had effortlessly doubled their total score.
"Rations and fresh potion allocations are located at the main supply tent," Rose continued, ignoring the rising chatter.
"You have one hour to eat and tend to your wounds. At 08:00 PM, the camp perimeter will be sealed. Night patrols will be conducted by the Professors. Do not leave your tents after dark."
With a final wave of her hand, Rose dismissed the assembly and walked toward the Professors command tent.
Lynx led his group toward the supply tent, gathering five wooden ration trays loaded with roasted beast meat, bread, and clean water restoration flasks.
They claimed a quiet wooden bench near the northern edge of the camp, far away from the glaring eyes of Julian’s squad.
They sat together, enjoying their meal in high spirits.
"This meat actually tastes pretty good!" Lira said happily, taking a large bite of the roasted beast meat. "From the looks of the food, i thought it would taste horrible."
Ava laughed softly, resting her hand on Lynx’s knee under the table. "Everything tastes good when you aren’t bleeding out in a ditch, Lira."
Ophelia took a sip of her water, looking across the table at Lynx with genuine curiosity. "So, Lynx... I’ve been dying to ask. How did you get that strong? I’ve seen Year 1 Professors struggle against a Level 5 Goliath, but you destroyed two of them in ten seconds flat."
Lynx leaned back against the wooden bench, offering her a mysterious, charming smile.
"Constant training, and a few secret techniques. Maybe if you stick closely with our team for the rest of the week, I’ll teach you a thing or two."
Ophelia’s rose pink eyes sparkled with interest, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "Is that an invitation to join your inner circle?"
"Maybe," Lynx drawled playfully, causing Lira and Ava to giggle softly beside him.
As the sky turned completely black, glowing runic torches were lit around the camp perimeter, casting a warm, flickering light over the tents.
The temperature dropped significantly, but them with being Blessed, they didn’t feel it much.
Around 09:00 PM, after Ava, Kira, and Lira had retired to their tent to rest their exhausted bodies, Lynx stood up from the wooden bench.
He stretched his broad shoulders, his dark eyes turning toward the large, secluded Professor’s tent stationed at the edge of the forest boundary.
Leaving the central camp quiet, Lynx strolled smoothly toward the Professor’s tent, his footsteps silent on the dirt.
He pushed aside the thick canvas flap of the faculty tent and stepped inside.
The tent was spacious, lit by a single glowing lantern resting on a wooden desk.
Sitting behind the desk was Professor Rose. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her tight red coat, she sure loves red. Her long red hair falling over her shoulders.
She was sipping wine from a silver goblet, her expression tired but regal.
When the tent flap rustled, Rose’s head snapped up, her fiery eyes narrowing as she saw Lynx step inside.
"Lynx," Rose said, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous purr. "What do you think you’re doing here? Every student should be asleep by now."
Lynx smiled, stepping further into the tent and letting the heavy canvas flap fall shut behind him, completely sealing them off from the outside world.
With his earth affinity he formed an inner barrier, inside the tent.
"Curfew doesn’t apply to me, Professor," Lynx drawled smoothly, walking up to her desk with effortless confidence.
"Besides... I could feel how jealous you were earlier when you saw me walking into camp surrounded by girls."
Rose’s cheeks flushed a subtle, deeper crimson. She set her goblet down on the desk with a soft clink, leaning back in her wooden chair as she crossed her legs, her fiery aura flickering softly around her.
"Jealous? Don’t flatter yourself, kid. I among the top 3 Professors of this academy. Why would I be jealous of a few children clinging to your arms?"
Lynx reached the desk, leaning forward until his face was barely inches from hers. His heterochromatic eyes locked onto hers with a dark, intense gravity that made Rose’s breath hitch in her throat.
"Because you’ve fallen for me deeper than you’ll ever imagined," Lynx whispered, his voice deep and hypnotic.
Rose stared at his lips, her stoic professional defense crumbling instantly under his overwhelming, transcendental charm.
She let out a soft, breathy sigh, reaching up to grab Lynx by his collar, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss.
The ambient heat inside the faculty tent spiked dramatically as their lips locked.
Lynx pulled Rose out of her chair, lifting her effortlessly onto the sturdy wooden desk, scattering the tactical maps to the floor.
Rose wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist, her arms clasping behind his neck as she kissed him wildly, letting out soft, needy groans that echoed inside the quiet canvas walls.
Lynx shifted her panties aside as he removed his pants, freeing his ten inch monster cock. No need for foreplay as she was already soaking wet.
And besides, after that fight and staying with beautiful women all afternoon in the forest without them doing stuffs, he also needs to release his pent up desires.
Lynx pinned Professor Rose, her back arching as his ten inch cock slammed into her tight blessed pussy with brutal force.
Rose let out a sharp, strangled scream of pleasure as Lynx’s ten inch cock buried itself deep inside her, hitting her cervix with a heavy thud.
Her back arched violently, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders, nails drawing blood through his shirt.
The sudden, brutal invasion of her tight pussy sent a shockwave of heat through her entire body, shattering whatever remained of her professional composure.
"Fuck... Lynx!" she gasped, her voice cracking. Her legs tightened around his waist, locking him in as she began to ride the momentum of his thrusts.
Lynx didn’t slow down. He gripped her hips with bruising force, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he began to hammer into her.
Each stroke was a powerful, rhythmic slam that made the heavy wooden desk groan and slide across the tent floor.
The tactical maps they had scattered were forgotten, crushed beneath them as they focused entirely on the friction of their bodies.
The sound of their mating filled the secluded tent. The wet, slapping noise of his balls hitting her ass and the desperate, needy moans escaping Rose’s throat.
She was completely overwhelmed by his size, her pussy stretching to its absolute limit to accommodate his monster cock.
Every time he bottomed out, she felt her internal walls clench around him in a frantic attempt to hold onto the pleasure.
"You... you arrogant brat," Rose whimpered, though her words were broken by a loud moan as Lynx shifted his angle, grinding his cock against her G-spot.
"I should... ahhh~ Fuck! Right there!"
Lynx smirked, his dark eyes burning with desire. He leaned in, biting her neck and sucking the sensitive skin, leaving a dark mark of ownership.
"You love it, Professor. You’ve been craving this all day while we were out there."
He accelerated his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more savage. He was unloading all the pent up frustration and lust from the day’s hunt into her.
Rose was a mess of red hair and flushed skin, her head tossing back and forth on the desk, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was close, her pussy pulsing and squeezing his shaft in rhythmic waves.
"I’m... I’m going to—!" Rose shrieked, her body suddenly stiffening. Her internal muscles clamped down on him in a violent orgasm, milking his cock with desperate intensity.
The feeling of her climaxing around him was the final trigger for Lynx. He let out a low, guttural growl, thrusting one last time as deep as he could possibly go.
He buried himself to the hilt and erupted, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her womb.
He shuddered violently, filling her up completely, the sheer volume of his load making Rose gasp in surprise.
As he slowly withdrew, a mixture of cream and juices leaked from her overstretched pussy, dripping onto the wooden desk.
Rose collapsed back against the surface, breathing heavily, her fiery eyes glazed over with pure satisfaction. She looked up at him, a small, defeated smile on her lips, completely conquered by her student.
"We are not done yet."
Lynx raised her legs and place them on his shoulders, as he thrusted deeper in her soaking pussy.
"Aghhn~ Fuckk Yes."
For the next hours. Rose moans filled up the sealed tent. As Lynx completely filled and satisfied her to the brim.