Chapter 108: Who’s Kissing Who?
In the Academy, Klaus Traff was swinging his sword with brute force, his sweat and prominent muscles standing out under the sun.
"Klaus, have you seen Cassian?"
The muscle-obsessed man stopped his training and turned his gaze toward the person speaking to him. It was Sera, though she had been acting strange ever since she returned.
"Sera?" he asked with a hint of doubt.
"Mmmm... have you seen him?" she insisted, a note of uncertainty in her voice.
"If he’s not sleeping in his room, I doubt he’s anywhere else," Klaus replied, frowning. "But isn’t that obvious when we’re talking about Cassian?" He gave her a confused look, as if the answer were the most logical thing in the world.
Fengyue opened her eyes in surprise at the simplicity of the response.
"Umm, yeah... I guess so. Thanks!"
Klaus watched her leave with a furrowed brow, then immediately resumed what he was doing, forgetting the matter at once.
By the time Fengyue reached Cassian’s room, he was just returning from his walk.
Little Bethany was insisting that she wanted to stay with him, only to eventually leave disappointed.
Cassian gave his sister one last look, which briefly shifted with a hint of doubt toward the maid accompanying her.
Then he turned and looked at the two women there—now three with the arrival of the redhead.
Upon seeing Fengyue’s mature eyes, he felt confused about why she would come to see him, considering the distance they had established recently.
Margery was already opening the door to Cassian’s place as if it were her own, while Cassane watched her with doubt.
"Margery, wait."
She immediately turned to look at him with annoyance. Then she shifted her gaze between "Seraphine" and him, letting out a snort of contempt.
She passed by Cassian, bumping his shoulder hard.
"I’ll remember that you chose her..." she muttered before storming off.
Cassian simply rolled his eyes in amusement at the drama.
Cassane stared at him intently for a moment, a strange tension vibrating between them, before turning away and walking off with firm but elegant steps in the opposite direction.
Cassian’s eyes darkened slightly for a moment as he watched her leave.
He walked to his door, opened it, and without looking at the woman who had remained standing there, said:
"Well? Seraphine or whoever you are... aren’t you going to come in?"
"Hmph." Fengyue ignored his tone and entered, walking past him with complete confidence.
She headed straight for the table with chairs inside and sat down, crossing her arms while looking at him with provocation and a mix of superiority.
Cassian raised an eyebrow and, with his hands in his pockets, approached to match her intensity.
"What did you come for?"
A fighting grimace crossed the woman’s face.
"It seems you’re not getting used to the fact that my name is Fengyue now."
"Oh? Is it?" he replied coldly. "I was under the impression that you died—and most likely pathetically—in the past."
"And you? Didn’t you die too?" she shot back. "If not, you wouldn’t be here... What level had you reached, anyway? Even though I’m already far stronger than anyone in this place, I still can’t sense anything from you."
"Die..." Cassian paused. "You might be right, but it’s not dying if it was your choice."
"And mine wasn’t?" she countered. "Even if you know nothing about me, I also had to choose death. Whatever reason you had doesn’t make it any less pathetic."
"Hahaha!" Cassian burst into a dry, sudden laugh. A lopsided smile spread across his face before returning to his flat expression. "Level, huh? I definitely think I was stronger than you. You’re too much of a weakling, both now and in the past."
"Ah! Weakling?" she shouted, offended. "I reached the level of a True Immortal in just a hundred years. I was a genius in every sense!"
"Yeah, yeah... very impressive," he replied with pure laziness, waving his hand dismissively.
"Anyway, didn’t you have anything more interesting to ask? You have no idea what I just postponed because of you..."
Fengyue raised an eyebrow, about to respond with another biting remark, but something began to change in her.
Her face contracted and the confidence in her gaze faltered.
"No, not yet!" she exclaimed, frowning, as if fighting internally against something invisible.
But whoever she was speaking to didn’t seem to want to stop.
The confident, cold, and arrogant expression on Fengyue’s face vanished in the blink of an eye, as if a mask had broken.
In its place appeared a Seraphine with a much softer, warmer expression, completely unaware of the previous tension.
She stood up from the chair almost instantly and, with an agility that took Cassian by surprise, threw herself at him.
She ended up right on top of him, pinning him down, and looked at him with a huge, radiant smile—one that held no trace of the "Immortal" who had been sitting there moments before.
Seraphine hesitated for a second, but placed her hands around his neck and brought her face close to his.
She stopped just a few centimeters away, swallowed nervously, gazed into his cold and unreadable eyes, but didn’t stop. She sealed their lips in a kiss she hadn’t been able to fully experience the last time.
Cassian was somewhat confused in his mind. On one hand, he understood that the person in front of him had stopped being "Fengyue" and had returned to the Seraphine he knew better.
But he had thought she had already disappeared after her decision in the legacy.
Cassian could feel the tremor in Seraphine’s hands, a human warmth that contrasted with the coldness he usually carried inside.
Meanwhile, deep within the same body, Fengyue watched the scene with confused fury, unable to regain control. She was forced to feel every sensation helplessly, while scenes from that day continued to appear to torment her.
Cassian stopped thinking about the details and deepened the moment, gripping the woman’s waist firmly and taking the lead in their kiss.
Indecipherable sounds escaped Seraphine from time to time, while her face began to match the red of her hair and eyes.
Once he felt she couldn’t hold on any longer—between the moment making her forget how to breathe and his own member growing from her soft moans and movements against him—he lifted her off the ground, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, and separated their faces.
"Seraphine?" he asked in a doubtful voice.
Her eyes were clouded and her breathing was ragged, but she clung to his body desperately, refusing to let him go.
