A massive gale of wind exploded outward as Kassandra's leg came crashing down on Derek's brute of a bodybuilder summon, driving him to his knees. The ground split beneath them, and both plunged through to the floor below. Screams erupted. Everyone scrambled for cover. In less than a minute of summoning our spirits, the entire arena had devolved into utter chaos.
"Guys! What are you doing?! Emperor Rex!"
A golden shimmer burst to life around Kai as he finally caught up to the scene, his voice a desperate shout over the din. Two other students added their own cries.
"Silent Guardian!"
"Azula!"
From above, a golden-armored knight — his crimson cape snapping like fire in the wind — dropped into the fray. A second followed, silver and sleek with intricate gold filigree, moving with impossible speed, like lightning.
Then the air darkened, crackling with raw energy as a third spirit, a formidable feminine warrior clad in violet-edged armor, joined the others. The three landed in a powerful stance between Kassie and Derek's summon, their steel gleaming under the fractured, chaotic light.
I was on one knee, teeth gritted, watching the pandemonium close in. With five spirits manifesting at once, the entire compound felt suffocatingly small. Kai sprinted toward me, his face tight with worry, his voice strained.
"Cade! We talked about this this morning!"
I tilted my head, managing a faint, crooked smile that probably looked more like a grimace. "I'll be going first."
My vision flickered. I tried to resist, to gather essence—'Dammit… need to raise… essence…' But the thought slipped away, like sand through my fingers, and so did I.
***
"Hhnng… ahhh… fuck…"
The sound dragged me out of a hazy unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open, sluggishly. White light spilled from the ceiling above — soft, sterile, almost blinding. I jerked upright, half expecting to find a guillotine poised over my neck, ready to drop. Instead, I was in…
"A clinic?"
"Ahhh, yes — fuck, yes… mmm…"
The voice made my heart skip a beat. Not the sound itself — the tone. After three years glued to a laptop, I knew that particular rhythm anywhere. I glanced around. The bed beside mine was empty.
'It's coming from over there.'
Moving as quietly as a shadow, I slipped off my thin sheets and crept toward the next curtained space. I tugged it aside — and froze.
A woman with lustrous amber hair leaned back on the bed, one hand gripping her breast, pinching her nipple until it blushed a deep rose, the other buried deep between her thighs. Her hips trembled with every thrust of her fingers as soft, broken moans escaped her lips.
The wet slap of flesh filled the unnerving silence of the clinic. Her pale blue shirt hung open beneath a pristine white coat, her breasts spilling free, full and flushed. A sliver of pink lace panty clung to one thigh, pushed aside by her own shaking hand.
'The nurse!'
My pulse thudded erratically. She was supposed to be treating me — yet there she was, utterly lost in herself. And gods help me, I couldn't look away.
'This is my chance!' It hit me with the force of a revelation — this could be my chance to finally lose my virginity. Opportunities like this didn't just fall from the heavens. They were miracles — like waking up one day to find a horny stepsister who couldn't get satisfaction anywhere else, and somehow, your conveniently placed dick was the divine solution.
This was it. The legendary manhwa plot convenience. Tears nearly welled up. After all my suffering, God was finally letting me witness glory.
'Now, just don't blow this…' I braced myself to quietly part the curtain further, but the moment I moved, sheer nerves seized me. My foot caught on the bedsheet, and I toppled forward — straight out of hiding and into the most awkward landing imaginable.
The nurse gasped as I crashed beside her. My head landed squarely on her breasts, my face sinking into its unbelievable softness with her nipples poking my left cheek while my lower body dangled awkwardly off the bed.
Mortified but desperate not to ruin the moment, I pressed my palms to the mattress and lifted myself up, like I was attempting some pathetic push-up.
She froze. Arms instinctively over her chest, thighs clamped tightly together, wide brown eyes locked on me in stunned shock. As I rose, her gaze drifted downward — and her expression shifted from confusion to pure, unadulterated disbelief.
"What in the world… did you put a rod in there?!"
I followed her gaze. My eyes suddenly widened too. I wasn't selling it short when I bragged about being big before, but this… even I was impressed.
"I swear, it's all natural!" I blurted, awkwardly thrusting my hips back to try and hide the inevitable erection.
Still staring, she raised one trembling hand, measuring the air like she was checking a weapon's length.
"Oh, bless the gods — it's almost as long as my arm." Her shock melted into something sharper, something predatory. A fox's smile curved her lips as she looked down at my trousers. "Maybe if it's you," she murmured, biting a finger, "it might actually work."
'Work?' My mind stumbled, a jumble of confusion. 'What the hell does that mean?'
"Nurse, I—"
Before I could finish, she lunged. Her fingers hooked my collar, slamming me lightly against the wall.
Today, apparently, everyone had decided grabbing my shirt was a national sport — but this time, I wasn't complaining. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her breath hot against my skin. One of her legs slid forward, teasing between mine as her eyes burned with something deeply sinful.
"Otherworlder," she whispered, voice dripping heat, "do you know about nirvana?"
"Eh? Uhmm…"
Her grin deepened, and her tongue traced a slow line along my neck. "I'm going to fuck you until I reach it," she purred. "Don't worry — since you're injured, I'll do all the work."