The golden gates of the Holy City slammed shut with a finality that made Theodore’s teeth rattle. He stood alone on the dirt road, the Holy Sword of Ascalon heavy at his hip. He wasn’t going to face a monster alone; he knew the mechanics of Sword Evolution Online better than anyone. To defeat a world-boss glitch like Adonis, he needed a party.

​"First, the Priestess of the Silver Moon," Theodore muttered, checking the sun’s position. "Then the Berserker of the Iron Gates. I’ll build a team that makes this Dragon Emperor look like a tutorial mob. I’m the one with the dev-notes, after all."

​While the "Hero" was busy scouting for companions in the muddy outskirts of the remaining free territories, the heart of the Dragon Empire was a spectacle of advanced magic and serene order.

​At the Chaos Academy, the air was thick with the scent of ether and the rhythmic chanting of students.

Adonis Kingsbane walked through the corridors, but he did not move with the thunderous presence of an Emperor. He had woven a simple illusion around himself, appearing as a mid-ranking Imperial scholar with messy black hair and nondescript robes.

​He moved past groups of young Dragonlings and Sky Serpent kin, his violet eyes hidden behind the mundane facade. He eventually reached the Great Lecture Hall, where a crowd of hundreds sat in rapt silence.

​On the raised dais stood Isabella Frostbite.

​She was the picture of academic perfection. Her aqua-blue hair was pinned up with a silver quill, and her cerulean robes were modest yet tight enough to emphasize the mature, curvaceous lines of her body. She moved with the grace of a swan, her hands tracing intricate diagrams of ice-mana in the air.

Isabella said,

​"Remember students, Ice is not merely the absence of heat. It is the rejection of chaos. To freeze a target is to impose your will upon the vibration of the universe. If your heart wavers, your ice will shatter before it ever touches the enemy."

​Adonis leaned against a marble pillar at the back of the hall, a faint, nostalgic smile playing on his lips. He watched the way her eyes narrowed when a student asked a particularly dense question, and the way she moved her hips as she turned back to the blackboard. It was the same Isabella who had once paced the floors of the Fernis Academy, lecturing him on the dangers of over-extending his ether core.

​"You haven’t changed at all, Isabella," Adonis thought. "Still trying to bring order to the world, one lecture at a time. Only now, you’re doing it for my empire."

​He waited until the lecture concluded and the students dispersed in a flurry of hushed whispers and respectful bows.

Isabella then gathered her scrolls, her expression unreadable and weary. She made her way through the back cloisters toward her private office, a secluded sanctuary high in the Academy’s North Tower.

​Adonis followed her at a distance, his footsteps silent. When she entered her office and moved to close the door, he caught the edge of the wood with his hand.

​"The lecture on molecular rejection was a bit dry today, Professor," he said in the scholarly tone for something much deeper and more intimate.

​Isabella spun around, her eyes flashing with ice-blue frost. "Who gave you permission to follow—"

​She stopped. The man before her began to ripple. The mundane robes dissolved into the fine, dark silk of the Emperor’s casual attire. The messy hair smoothed back, and the hidden violet of his eyes surged with a predatory, divine light.

​"Adonis," she breathed, her grip on her scrolls tightening until the parchment crinkled.

​"Yes. In the flesh," Adonis replied. He stepped inside and kicked the door shut. The lock engaged with a magical click, sealing them in a room that smelled of old books and the faint, biting scent of winter.

​Isabella backed away, her hips hitting the edge of her mahogany desk.

"You are the Emperor. You have a palace full of goddesses. Why are you sneaking around my academy like a common thief?"

​Adonis moved toward her, his presence filling the room until the air felt heavy and charged.

"A thief only takes what isn’t theirs. I’m just visiting a property I’ve recently reacquired."

​"I am not your property," Isabella hissed, though her breath was trembling in her throat.

​Adonis reached out, his fingers brushing against the stray aqua-blue locks that had escaped her silver quill.

"That’s not what your eyes said during the interview. You stood there so tall, so professional, acting as if I were a stranger. But every time I looked at your lips, I saw you remembering that night in the library before I left."

​Isabella’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. "That was a mistake. A student taking advantage of a moment of weakness."

​"A student?" Adonis laughed, leaning in until his chest was inches from her silk-covered assets. He placed his hands on the desk on either side of her, trapping her.

"I was never just a student, Isabella. And you were never just a teacher. You were the only one who saw the monster inside me and decided to try and domesticate it. How did that work out for you?"

​He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck.

Isabella let out a soft, involuntary moan, her head tilting back. The ice goddess was melting, her rigid composure evaporating under the heat of his breath.

​"You proposed to me," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I rejected you because you were a boy playing with fire. But after that you left, just like that.."

​"And now?" Adonis murmured, his hand sliding up from the desk to rest on her waist, pulling her curvaceous body close against him.

He could feel the rapid thumping of her heart.

"Now I am the fire. I am the shadow that swallowed the world. Does the rejection still hold, Professor? Or do you find the ’Dragon Devil’ a bit more persuasive than the arrogant boy?"

​Isabella reached up, her fingers tangling in the dark hair at the nape of his neck. She should have pushed him away. She should have frozen the room and called the guards.

But the scent of his masculinity was intoxicating.

​"You are a shamelessly arrogant man," Isabella said, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up into his violet gaze.

​"And you are a woman who has spent far too long pretending that ice can satisfy a woman of your passion," Adonis countered, his voice a low growl.

Smooch.

​He captured her lips then, a kiss that wasn’t a request but a reclamation. It was hot, demanding, and tasted of ancient hungers. Isabella met him with a ferocity that surprised even him, her hands pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies into one.

​Adonis lifted her easily, setting her on the mahogany desk and scattering her precious scrolls to the floor.

Mmph~

The "Grand Mage" of the Academy let out a gasped laugh against his mouth as he began to untie the silver quill from her hair, letting the aqua-blue waves fall over her shoulders like a curtain.

​"Adonis... the students... someone might come," she breathed, even as she began to unfasten the silk buttons of his robe. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

​"Let them come," Adonis whispered, his hands roaming over the curves he had dreamed of for months.

"Let the whole empire know that their Emperor is finally taking his private lessons. I told you, Isabella. You think you’re here to teach. But by the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll realize there is only one Master in Dragonia."

​

With that, Adonis buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Ahn~"

Isabella let out a soft moan, her arms locking around his back.

"You always taste like winter and sin," he growled against her throat. "Cold on the outside... but this greedy body burns for me underneath."

Isabella shivered violently, as she felt the massive, throbbing heat of his cock pressing insistently against her soaked core through their remaining clothes.

"Adonis... we shouldn’t... not in my office..." she protested weakly, even as her hips rolled forward, rubbing her dripping pussy against the thick bulge in his pants.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her chest.

"Then why is your cunt soaking through my robes already?"

Rip!

With one swift motion, he ripped open the front of her teaching robes.

The fabric tore with a sharp sound, exposing her full, heavy breasts and the smooth, pale skin of her torso.

Her nipples were stiff, rosy peaks begging for attention.

Adonis wasted no time. He latched onto one breast, sucking the stiff nipple into his mouth with wet, greedy pulls while his hand kneaded the other roughly.

Isabella arched her back with a broken moan, her head falling backward.

"Ahhn~! Not so hard... mmmph!"

He released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her with burning golden eyes.

"I’ve waited too long to be gentle tonight."

He shoved her back onto the mahogany desk, scattering the last of the maps and ink bottles onto the floor. In seconds, he yanked the rest of her robes off, leaving her completely naked.

Her smooth, hairless pussy glistened under the dim light, swollen lips parted and dripping with arousal.

Adonis freed his massive cock, thick and veined, the head already leaking precum. He rubbed the fat tip up and down her slick slit, coating himself in her juices.

"Look at how wet you are for your Emperor," he taunted. "This tight mature cunt is weeping for me."