Chapter 320: The Weeknd Morning 3
Olivia
It had been a while since he had seen her. The thought of her thick thighs, her soft, plump body, and the way she moaned when he took control made his cock harden instantly in his pants.
She had asked him to help her out with her "studies" last time, but he had been so busy with the recent rituals that he couldn’t make time for her.
Maybe today was the day.
Lor stood up, a small smile on his face. He went downstairs and found his mother in the living room.
"Mom, I’m going out to play for a while," he said casually.
Mira looked up from her work, smiling. "Alright. Come back for lunch, okay? Don’t wander too far."
"I won’t," Lor replied, already heading toward the door.
He stepped outside into the bright morning sun. The streets of the town were lively — people walking, vendors calling out, children playing in the distance.
He headed toward the residential lane where the Marwood family estate stood.
The noble houses in this area were grand, with high walls and beautiful gardens.
As he walked, he felt eyes on him. It was subtle at first — a faint prickling on the back of his neck.
He immediately used magic to sense the area around him for magic residues.
And. He was right.
There it was — a thin, almost invisible magical thread attached to him, following his movements.
Someone was using magic to spy on him, probably to keep track of his location without being noticed.
Lor smiled to himself.
They didn’t know he could see the line. He continued walking normally, pretending he hadn’t noticed, but his mind was already working on how to use this to his advantage later.
He had decided not to go to Olivia’s house after all.
Going straight to a noble’s residence might raise too many questions or lead the watcher directly to someone he cared about.
Instead, he turned toward the forest path that branched off from the residential lane.
The trees grew thicker as he walked, the paved road giving way to a dirt path lined with tall oaks and wildflowers.
The leaves rustled gently in the breeze, and the sunlight filtered through the canopy in dappled patterns on the ground.
Lor smiled to himself, acting like a carefree boy out for a morning adventure.
"A little playtime in the forest sounds good," he muttered under his breath, loud enough for anyone listening to hear.
He kicked a small stone along the path, whistling a simple tune.
The magical thread was still there, following him like a silent shadow.
He walked deeper into the forest, the sounds of the town fading behind him.
The air grew cooler and richer with the scent of moss, damp earth, and pine.
Sunlight broke through the leaves in golden shafts, illuminating patches of wildflowers and the occasional butterfly fluttering by.
Lor spotted an old oak tree with a simple wooden swing hanging from one of its thick branches.
The swing looked well-used, probably left by children from the town. He grinned and walked over to it.
"Perfect," he said aloud, sitting down on the wooden seat. He pushed off with his feet, swinging gently at first, then higher.
The wind rushed past his face, cool and refreshing.
The rope creaked softly with each swing, and the leaves above him rustled as he moved.
He laughed lightly, acting completely carefree, like a boy enjoying a simple morning in the forest.
But his senses were on high alert. The magical thread was still attached to him, and he could feel the watcher’s presence growing closer.
He swung for several minutes, letting the motion relax his body while his mind stayed sharp.
The forest around him was alive with small sounds — the chirp of birds, the rustle of small animals in the underbrush, the distant trickle of a stream.
The sunlight warmed his skin, and the breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers. It was a peaceful scene, but Lor knew it was anything but.
Then, a voice called out from the trees.
"Lor."
The voice was feminine, low, and confident.
Lor slowed the swing, his feet dragging on the ground to stop. He looked around, pretending to be surprised.
"Who’s there?" he called out, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and caution.
A figure stepped out from behind a thick tree trunk.
She was tall — almost as tall as Lor — and her body was clearly feminine, with pronounced curves visible even under the tight, dark ninja-like suit she wore.
The suit covered her from head to toe, with a mask hiding her face completely. Only her eyes were visible, sharp and watchful.
The fabric clung to her body, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. She moved with graceful, silent steps, like a predator.
Lor stood up from the swing, his heart beating faster.
"Who are you?" he asked, acting surprised. "How do you know my name? What do you want?"
The figure didn’t answer his questions.
She simply stood there, her masked face unreadable.
"Come with me," she said, her voice calm and firm. "Nothing will happen if you cooperate. If you resist, I will have to use force."
Lor’s mind raced.
This was exactly what he had expected — someone trying to take him.
But he kept his expression innocent and confused.
"Why? I don’t even know you. What do you want with me?"
The woman took a step closer, her curves shifting under the tight suit. "No more questions. Come with me. Now."
The tension in the air grew thick.
The forest around them seemed to hold its breath. Birds stopped chirping, and even the breeze felt still.
Lor’s hand twitched slightly, ready to use magic if needed, but he kept his posture relaxed, playing the part of a weak boy.
The woman waited, her eyes locked on him, waiting for his decision.
Lor took a small step back, raising both hands in a harmless gesture, his expression a perfect mix of confusion and fear.
"No," he said, his voice carrying the clear, slightly higher tone of a kid trying to sound brave.
"I won’t go with you. My mom told me not to go with strangers. She’ll be really mad if I do."
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