Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 263 - : : Living Mana Garden! : 1
"Hello handsome~!"
Liana Starweaver bounced toward Aiden, ash-brown hair swaying, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. She waved enthusiastically, her voluptuous figure straining the crimson-and-gold uniform in all the right (and scandalous) ways.
Luna immediately pressed closer to Aiden’s side—breasts squishing against his arm, wolf ears flattening slightly in possessive warning. "Where were you during recess?" she asked, voice soft but edged with curiosity, blue eyes flicking between Aiden and the approaching Liana.
Liana tilted her head, grinning wide. "I was eating with Ava. And actually..." She pointed directly at Aiden, playful but bold. "I told her all about you. And she looked very interested to meet you."
Selvara immediately pushed in on Aiden’s other side—wings twitching, arms crossing under her chest like a barrier. "My Lord is off limits," she huffed, tsundere tone thick, cheeks already pink. "Tell your little demon friend to keep her distance."
Liana laughed—light, unbothered. "Oh come on... I know he’s very handsome, but it’s not like they’re going to start making out just from meeting."
Aiden smirked, pulling her flush against him. "My Selva is just protective of her husband. Isn’t she cute?"
Selvara’s face exploded crimson. She stuffed it into his chest, mumbling, "Baka..."
Aiden pointed at her with mock triumph. "See?"
Liana giggled, hands on hips. "Adorable. But seriously—Ava’s been asking questions ever since I told her about the dragon entrance and the unquantifiable mana reading. She thinks you’re... well, kinda legendary."
Luna’s tail thumped once—half possessive, half curious. "Ava’s the pink-haired one, right?"
Liana nodded proudly. "Yup. Shy, sweet, pink everything. She’s dying to meet the guy who made Ricor scream."
Nyxion leaned forward, tail swishing. "Heart Lord attracts everyone. Even nuns probably want a piece."
Thristle snorted. "Especially nuns."
Before anyone could tease her further, the double doors at the far end of the cafeteria swung open with a resonant boom.
Professor Elowen Voss strode in first—golden hair gleaming like a crown, emerald eyes sharp and furious, massive breasts heaving under her sheer black top with every angry step. Behind her came Mira Hale—brown bun slightly askew, hazel eyes downcast, cheeks flushed a permanent scarlet. Her walk was... careful. Each step made her thighs press together, as if trying to keep something inside. Cum still leaked slowly down her inner thighs, soaking into her stockings, making her bite her lip to stifle tiny whimpers.
Elowen stopped at the center aisle—hands on hips.
"Students," she announced, voice cutting like a blade, "get ready. The second trial begins now."
Mira stayed a step behind—eyes flicking up once.
They locked with Aiden’s.
He winked—slow, deliberate, filthy.
Mira’s flush deepened to near-crimson. She looked away quickly—walking faster, thighs rubbing together with every hurried step.
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Both raised their hands.
The world twisted.
Reality folded like paper.
One heartbeat they stood in the sunlit cafeteria; the next—
—they were somewhere else.
A vast circular prayer hall opened around them—white marble floors gleaming under stained-glass light pouring through towering windows. The glass depicted saints in golden halos, celestial battles, winged figures wielding light. Towering statues lined the walls—stone hands cupped around glowing orbs that pulsed with holy mana. The air smelled of incense and old stone—serene, sacred, heavy with expectation.
At the center stood Elira Nystovia.
She was beautiful in a quiet, holy way—long raven-black hair cascading in soft waves beneath the dark veil, the sleek black nun’s habit clinging tightly to an astonishingly voluptuous figure, serene face framed by gentle eyes and full lips curved in timeless calm. A heavy golden cross rested between the deep swell of her breasts, gleaming faintly against the dark fabric
She raised her hands—palms up.
"Welcome to the trial of Magic Flow Control," she said, voice soft as a hymn, carrying effortlessly to every ear. "Here, raw power means nothing. Only precision. Only devotion."
Professor Elowen Voss stepped forward on the raised dais at the center of the prayer hall, golden hair catching the stained-glass light like a halo of fire. Her emerald eyes swept the assembled students—nobles on the left, commoners on the right—before settling on the serene figure beside her.
"Students," she announced, voice carrying with practiced authority, "allow me to introduce your examiner for the Magic Flow Control trial. High Priestess Selvara Nystovia’s daughter, Elira Nystovia. She serves as the kingdom’s revered High Nun and carries the sacred duty of guiding the spiritual heart of our realm. And now she stands before you to test your control."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the lines.
"That’s Elira..." Lysandra whispered to Aiden, golden hair glinting as she leaned closer.
"That’s Eliylra...?" Xylendra and Aethoniel asked in perfect unison, eyes wide.
"Ohh... she is hot," Nayla and Valeforia said together, voices low and appreciative.
Aiden watched Elira step forward, his smirk faint but unmistakable. "Hmm... this is interesting."
"You guys know her?" Liana asked, tilting her head curiously.
Before anyone could answer, Elira raised her hands—palms up, voice soft as a hymn yet carrying to every corner of the vast hall.
"Greetings, first-years," she began, violet eyes warm and gentle. "I am Elira Nystovia. It is my honor to guide you through this trial. Your strength is admirable, your determination inspiring. Today, we test not power, but precision. Not force, but devotion."
She smiled—serene, radiant.
"I believe every one of you can succeed. Let your mana flow like a prayer. Let your flower be a testament to your control."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted across the students—and inevitably landed on Aiden.
And his wives clustered around him.
Her eyes widened fractionally. Heart skipped—once, twice. *H-he... is here! Why? No one informed me about this. God, this is bad.*
Mira—standing just behind Elowen—noticed the sudden flush creeping up Elira’s neck. "Ma’am... are you alright?"
Elira startled—blinking rapidly. "W-what? Yes. I’m fine." She forced a smile toward Mira, though her cheeks burned hotter. *Focus, Elira. He’s just... too handsome. And kind. And hot. And—* She immediately cupped her cheeks, too red to hide. *What am I thinking?*
She shook her head— then raised her hands again.
Small glowing seeds floated from her palms—hundreds of them, drifting toward each student like gentle fireflies, each one pulsing with soft white light.
"One seed per person," Elira continued, voice steadying. "Channel your mana into it. Grow a tiny, perfect flower. It must survive for sixty seconds without wilting or exploding. Unstable flow will cause... violent reaction."
She clasped her hands at her waist—eyes flicking once more to Aiden, then quickly away.
"Begin."
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END OF Chapter : 263 : LIVING MANA GARDEN! 1
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