The days after returning from the Capital passed in a steady, disciplined rhythm. The Ignivar Estate had returned to its usual calm, yet an undercurrent of anticipation filled the air.

The Enternum Academy first was drawing closer with every sunrise, and Azael threw himself into preparation with renewed focus and determination.

Each morning began the same way. Before the sun had fully risen, Azael would wake and head straight to the private training hall. Arista was usually already there, waiting for him in her fitted training clothes, her crimson hair tied in a high ponytail.

She taught him the family swordsmanship with patience and precision. Their wooden blades would clash again and again under the early morning light streaming through the tall windows.

"Faster, Azael. Don’t just swing with strength, flow with the movement," Arista would correct his stance, demonstrating the proper form with graceful power.

Sometimes she had other duties as the heir and left him to practice alone. In those moments, Azael would continue drilling the forms relentlessly until his muscles burned and sweat soaked through his shirt.

He pushed himself harder than ever before, determined to grow stronger and prove himself worthy of the Ignivar name.

After training, he spent long hours in the family library. He studied advanced spell theory, practiced complex mana control exercises, and read through old records of past academy students and notable graduates.

In the afternoons, he would spend precious time with Isabel whenever possible, quiet conversations in the garden, small stolen moments in the corridors, and gentle, affectionate touches when no one was watching.

But it was at night that their secret bond deepened the most.

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That particular night, the moon hung high and silver outside the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. Azael had left his door slightly opened, a silent invitation. A soft knock came moments later. Isabel slipped inside, closing the door quietly behind her and locking it.

She was still wearing her maid uniform, but the moment their eyes met, the air between them grew thick with heated tension.

Without exchanging many words, she began undressing. Her fingers worked the buttons and ribbons with practiced movements until the black Victorian-style outfit pooled at her feet.

She stood before him completely naked, wearing nothing but her round black-rimmed glasses and her black hair tied in a neat, tight bun.

Azael’s breath caught at the breathtaking sight of her.

Isabel walked forward with purpose, straddled his hips on the bed, and kissed him deeply.

Her lips were hungry tonight, far more aggressive than usual. She pressed her voluptuous body against his, her massive breasts squishing warmly and heavily against his chest as her tongue slipped boldly into his mouth, demanding more.

Azael groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over her smooth back and down to her plump, juicy ass, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh possessively.

They kissed for a long time deep, wet, and passionate. Tongues tangled messily, saliva mixing as their breaths grew heavier. When they finally parted, a thick string of saliva connected their swollen lips.

Isabel’s black eyes behind her glasses were darker than usual tonight, filled with a turbulent mix of lust, longing, and something deeper, more intense.

Something that Azael couldn’t point out.

Azael leaned forward and captured one of her heavy breasts in his mouth, sucking hard on the stiff pink nipple. Isabel moaned loudly, her head falling back as her fingers tangled tightly in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ahhn~ Azael...! Yes... suck harder...!"

He sucked and licked her breasts with ravenous hunger, alternating between them while his hands kneaded the overflowing, pillowy flesh. Isabel’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her body rocking against him with need.

He flipped her onto her back in missionary position. Spreading her thick thighs wide apart, he pushed his thick, hard cock inside her soaked, welcoming pussy in one smooth, deep thrust.

"Ahhhn~ So deep...! You’re filling me completely...!" Isabel cried out, her walls clenching tightly around his invading length like a hot, velvet vice.

Azael began thrusting hard and deep, his hips slapping against hers with wet, rhythmic

plap-plap-plap sounds. He fucked her with powerful strokes, watching her massive breasts bounce wildly with every impact.

After some time, he turned her over into doggy style. Gripping her wide, soft hips firmly, he slammed into her from behind, making her plump ass cheeks ripple and jiggle beautifully with every hard thrust.

"Ahhn~ Azael...! Harder... please... fuck me harder...!" she moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him desperately to take him even deeper.

Finally, Isabel pushed him onto his back and straddled him once more. She lowered herself onto his cock, taking every thick inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her dripping pussy.

PThen she began riding him hard — bouncing up and down with wild, aggressive abandon. Her huge breasts bounced heavily, her loosened hair falling around her shoulders as her bun came completely undone.

"Ahn~ Azael...! Your cock is so deep inside me... I feel so full...! So good...!"

Azael groaned loudly, gripping her hips as she rode him faster and rougher than ever before. Her pussy tightened around him like a vice, scorching hot and soaking wet.

But something felt different tonight. She was rougher, more desperate, almost aggressively passionate in the way she moved and moaned.

Azael moaned, thrusting up to meet her. "Isabel... you’re so tight today... so wet..."

She didn’t answer with words, only moaned louder as she continued riding him with frantic energy.

Finally, Azael looked up at her flushed, tear-streaked face and asked breathlessly,

"What happened, Isabel? You’re different today... much rougher than usual..."

Isabel suddenly stopped moving. She placed both hands firmly on his chest and looked down at him. Her expression was a turbulent storm of lust, pain, betrayal, and cold anger. Tears shimmered at the corners of her eyes behind her slightly askew glasses.

"Young Master..." she said, her voice trembling yet sharp with emotion. "I went to meet that woman... the one who seduced my husband. One last time before I fully broke my relation with him."

Azael’s heart skipped a beat. His breath hitched sharply.

Isabel continued, her voice growing colder, "I threatened her. I was ready to kill her if she didn’t tell me the truth. And she told me everything."

She stared straight into his eyes, tears now freely streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"She told me it was you. You were the one who asked her to seduce my husband. You even gave her money to run away with him. Why...? Why did you do it, Young Master? Was it just because you wanted my body? Why...?"

Her voice cracked painfully at the end.

"I believed in you... I trusted you... Why did you do this to me?"

The room fell into heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by their ragged breathing and the sound of Isabel’s quiet sobs.

Azael lay beneath her, silent for a long moment. The mask of innocence he had worn for so long finally cracked completely.

He looked up at her with steady, serious eyes filled with regret and raw honesty.

"Because I wanted you," he said quietly, voice thick with emotion. "Not just for one night. I wanted you forever."

Isabel’s eyes widened in complete shock, her body freezing above him.

Azael continued, tears welling up in his own violet eyes as years of suppressed feelings finally poured out. Not just his, but some of those feelings might be belonging to past Azael.

"I was jealous. I was so angry when you married him. I liked you, I loved you... since I was young. Even before you got married. When you became his wife... it broke something inside me. That’s when my feelings turned into obsession. I couldn’t stand seeing you with another man. I couldn’t bear it..."

Now he decided his act.

Tears finally spilled down Azael’s cheeks as he spoke from the depths of his heart.

"I know what I did was wrong. I know I hurt you deeply. But I can’t lie anymore. I love you, Isabel. I’ve loved you for a very long time."

Isabel stared down at him, her body still impaled on his thick cock, her walls fluttering around him from the sudden halt. Tears streamed freely down her flushed cheeks, her round black-rimmed glasses slightly fogged and askew. Her lips trembled as she tried to process his confession.

"You... you loved me?" she whispered, voice cracking. "Since I was... since before I got married?"

Azael looked up at her with tear-filled violet eyes, his hands gently holding her waist. He didn’t try to move inside her. He simply held her gaze, completely vulnerable. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Yes," he said softly. "I loved you. Even when I was a child, I followed you everywhere. When you got married... it destroyed me. I was heartbroken. Angry. Jealous of Michel. I was already not close to anyone else other than you...bjt after that I distanced myself from everyone. That’s why I became cold."

Azael didn’t try to remember timeliness of when she married and when past Azale started to remained alone.

For now he needed to use whatever reason he have.

Isabel’s breath hitched. Fresh tears fell onto his chest and they were warm

"I thought... I thought you hated me at that time," she sobbed quietly. "After you changed... you barely looked at me. You avoided me for years and even others...and now you are saying this..."