Chapter 455 A Thing For Mature Women
However, Eveline broke the silence as she spoke to Archer in her exotic voice. "Thanks for the fight. I hope we can have a rematch."
Archer nodded in agreement as the fight excited him, and he couldn't wait to fight her again. "Definitely. I had a good time."
Eveline, the rabbit girl, beamed before Maeve chimed in. "I remember what you said. Father will visit during the Frostwinter Festival, so you have until then to make it happen."
With a mischievous smile, Archer's eyes lit up upon hearing her challenge and happily accepted.
He spoke with a confident voice and charming smile. "Fear not, my dear Maeve. Before Frostwinter comes to an end, you shall be mine.''
Drawing closer to the enchanting ginger-haired girl, Archer leaned in, his voice dripping with seduction as he whispered, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
His words were filled with possessiveness. ''I will do anything to make you mine, including kidnapping you.''
Maeve's lips curled into a playful smile as she absorbed Archer's words, her head nodding in agreement.
At that moment, Archer turned his attention to Aurelia, his voice filled with admiration. "Miss Mermaid, you possess good defensive skills and easily wield magic. The fight was truly captivating.''
Aurelia grinned at him before joining Maeve as they headed to continue their training in the closest arena.
That's when he noticed the sky was getting darker and wondered if the weather would be bad. But he shrugged and strolled up to Nefertiti and Nala, who gave him skeptical looks.
The succubus commented when he got close. "You just can't resist, can you, hubby? Why do you have to chase after every princess you see?"
When hearing this, he approached the succubus and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a passionate kiss while everyone, including Nala, watched.
The onlookers, including Nala, observed the intimate display. Sensing her growing frustration.
He chose to express his affection through the kiss, demonstrating his unwavering care for her, irrespective of their surroundings.
The students and Samara were taken aback by his unabashed display of affection, finding it surprising.
Archer's bold gesture pacified Nefertiti, leaving her content and happily reassured. However, as they passionately kissed, the weather abruptly took a turn for the worse.
Snow started to cascade from the darkened sky, and a chilling wind swept through the air, which was sudden and unexpected.
Feeling the cold flakes against his skin, Archer reluctantly separated from Nefertiti, both realizing the sudden change in weather.
Silence descended upon the field as students turned to watch the unexpected display of affection, which they weren't used to.
Whispers started circulating like wildfire, creating a hushed symphony of gossip among the onlookers.
As the gossip reached its peak, a sudden chill filled the air. The sky darkened, and the first snowflakes began to fall, gracefully dancing in the air.
The students looked up in surprise, their attention shifting from the unfolding drama to the unexpected weather change.
A collective shiver ran through the students as the cold sting of the snow pricked at their faces, prompting them to pull their cloaks tightly around themselves.
The light snowfall escalated into a sudden blizzard, threatening to engulf the entire training field. Panic rippled through the students, evident in their wide-eyed expressions.
That's when the temperature plummeted at an alarming speed. It was as if the weather was responding to the heightened emotions on the field.
During the growing chaos, a protective dome shimmered to life, gracefully encasing the entire training area.
A sudden barrier shielded the students from the biting cold and the blinding swirl of snowflakes.
When Archer saw this, he loved the view of the snow hitting the dome while the girls looked up in fascination.
The once-open field transformed into a serene snow globe, leaving the students inside cocooned in warmth and safety.
Archer looked back at Nefertiti before pecking her perfect nose and said, "I'm off to the library. What's your next class? Mine's spellcraft."
Nefertiti wasted no time in responding. "I got Magic Fundamentals, which seems like a great class. I'm curious to see if they teach things differently from Zenia."
With a smile, he nodded and kissed her goodbye as the two girls returned to their training. But as she walked off, he told her to meet him in the library when she was done.
The succubus happily agreed before walking off. Just as he was about to leave the field, Nala ran up to him and called out his name. "Archie!"
Turning around with a chuckle, Archer was taken aback when the lion girl quickly pecked his lips before returning to Nefertiti, who started scolding her.
He watched the succubus and lioness walk away while the pink-haired girl vent her frustrations to Nala, who forcedly smiled.
As he strolled away, he couldn't help but glance back, noticing Nala's tail swaying rapidly with excitement.
Archer halted at the college entrance, his eyes following Nefertiti and Nala as they returned to Combat Magic.
That's when he noticed the hallways' intricate decorations and magical ambiance caught his attention.
He walked down the corridors adorned with enchanting tapestries and ethereal lighting. Archer marveled at the craftsmanship that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
The college, with its otherworldly charm, left him in awe. After a few turns, he encountered a professor elegantly attired in magical robes.
Seizing the opportunity, Archer approached her with a polite smile. "Excuse me, Professor. Could you direct me to the library?"
The woman, a seasoned mage with a warm demeanor, nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, young one. Head down this corridor, take the second left, and you'll find the library at the end of the hall."
Following her instructions, Archer navigated through the corridors, each turn revealing new wonders.
The air itself seemed infused with knowledge and ancient wisdom. After a brief journey, Archer arrived at the entrance of the library.
The sight that greeted him was nothing short of breathtaking. Massive shelves lined every wall, reaching towering heights and disappearing into the magical glow above.
The air was filled with the scent of old parchment and the hushed whispers of countless stories.
Large tables were strategically placed in the library, inviting students to delve into the library's treasures.
Archer stood amid a bibliophile's paradise, eager to explore the wealth of knowledge in the extensive collection of books and magical tomes.
Surveying the expansive library, Archer's gaze yearned for a book recounting the legends and ancient tales within the empire.
As he strolled through the aisles, his quest was momentarily interrupted when a mature and seasoned voice reached his ears. "Hello, my white prince. What brings you to my library?"
The woman's words echoed from behind him, prompting Archer to turn and face the source of the greeting.
He saw a beautiful older woman who looked to be in her thirties. Her short, light brown hair framed an elegant face, and her glowing blue eyes exuded wisdom and allure.
She possessed a curvaceous body, and her very large boobs swayed in a mesmerizing dance as she walked.
Archer was captivated by the mature woman's beauty, yet he quickly regained his composure, offering her a charming smile.
"I'm Archer," he introduced himself, "and I'm here to find books on legends, tales of treasure, and similar subjects."
Upon hearing him, she smiled warmly and responded sweetly, "I'm Margaret Sinclair, the head librarian of the College of Magic. I know what you're looking for. Follow me."
As Archer followed closely, he couldn't help but admire how her curvy body perfectly matched her and how her suit hugged her every contour.
However, after a short distance, she abruptly halted and faced him with a mischievous smile.
"Seems like you have a thing for mature women, huh? Don't you have a flock of young beauties to admire? I'm just curious why you've been fixated on me ever since we crossed paths."
Archer grinned, responding to her playful comment. "Well, Margaret, I may have my fair share of young ladies, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the beauty and charm that comes with a mature woman."
Margaret chuckled, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. "Flattery won't get you special privileges in my library, Archer. Now, let's focus on finding those books you're interested in."
She continued leading the way through the expansive shelves, Archer following with a smirk.
Margaret led Archer to a secluded back corner of the library, assuring him, "This is where we keep everything you're looking for."
She gestured to the shelves lined with dusty tomes, the air filled with the faint scent of ancient knowledge.
Margaret's attempt to grab a specific book led her to lean forward, revealing her curvaceous physique and catching Archer's eye without her intention.
With an hourglass figure, a slender waist, and voluptuous hips accentuated by her tight-fitting outfit.
Archer couldn't help but feel a certain stirring within himself as he noticed her alluring curves.
'Do I have a thing for older women as well?' He questioned himself as Margaret chose a book.
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