Genius Mage in a Cultivation World

"Mhmm… Just a little more…" Muttering heavily through her teeth, Irea refused to wake up. Squirming closer to Layn's chest, she hid in his embrace, trying to convince the archmage with the warmth of her body of just how bad an idea it was to move out of the bed. 

"Dear…" Rubbing the girl's scalp with slow yet steady motion, Layn gave up. Over the last few days, nothing happened to the shrine. Thanks to the insane deal that Layn offered from the get-go, the developmental elder of the outer academy didn't even bother to negotiate the price down, nearly instantly accepting all the terms Layn set. And with all of that in mind, Layn could finally rest easy…

As if. 

During the first day, he had to stand guard beside the shrine to stop any dissent and make sure everyone would know it was sponsored by the third prince himself. Although boring, with Irea on his side to talk with him whenever the boredom would set in his mind, it wasn't nearly as bad as the next two days were. 

Right now, it was the fourth day since the establishment of the shrine. The income from the academy buying out all the slots for several weeks in advance was more than enough to pay back the third prince's investment without even eating too much into Layn's profit margins. Yet, as it was something he did just to get some influence and recognition within the academy, the archmage couldn't really care less about the entire project. 

Because from the very beginning, the entire ruse with the treasure and sanctuary was all aimed at making it impossible for anyone to guess how many stones he actually used to finish it all!

"Hey, why don't we just stay like that… for the entire day?" Changing her position a bit, Irea climbed a bit higher on the bed so that her sleepy face would reach the same height as Layn's head. Leaning it forward, she graced the man with a gentle yet sweet peck on his lips. Or so was her intention.

Feeling the warmth of her mouth, the sweet taste of her saliva sticking to her lips, the heat of her body right within the reach of his arms, Layn couldn't hold himself back all that much. Enclosing his hold over the girl's waist, he pulled her even closer before pinning her to a place and focusing on her lips. While his hands started to slowly roam freely over the girl's body only pretending to be hidden under some sort of a light nightgown, his mouth enjoyed the deep kiss that Irea eagerly responded to herself. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Pulling away, Layn couldn't get enough of the dreamy expression on Irea's face. Wiping the strand of saliva that stuck between their mouth, he caressed her cheek. "I guess I need to see who it is." Reaching this conclusion and actually leaving the bed were two different matters altogether. Pulling the cover away, Layn couldn't help but adore the beauty of Irea's body only pretending to be hidden under the thin material of her nightgown. 

Her hair coated her adorable face in a stormy manner, falling all the way through her collarbone to her respectable chest. With those two perky mountains outlined pretty clearly underneath the girl's cloth, with her slim waist gathering together right when her legs begun, with her long legs reflecting the sparse light that made its way through the curtains in the windows…

Right now, Layn could barely think about anything else but just ravaging the girl on the bed. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Sadly, the time didn't wait for anyone. Throwing one last look at the beauty he was leaving behind, Layn sighed before grabbing a  huge wiping cloth from a chair beside the pail of water before wrapping it around his hips and approaching the doors. 

"Yes?" Pulling the door open, Layn made sure to stand in the one exact spot where he would block the view of the further part of the room where Irea was half-asleep. 

"Sir, I was sent here by the third prince. Apparently, the inner academy students wish to purchase your treasure." Bowing lightly down and passing a note, the messenger quickly excused himself before leaving the building. 

"Who was that?" Asking with a weak, still sleepy voice, Irea made Layn look at her. Bringing the sheet up to her collarbone, she hid her charms underneath the thick material of it while gracing the archmage with a lovely smile. For some reason, she still was quite reserved about allowing Layn to see her in her entire beauty during the daytime, even if she had no qualms about cuddling together while practically for all means and purposes naked. 

"A messenger claiming to come from the third prince himself. Apparently, the inner sect wants to buy our shrine." Returning to the bed, Layn sat on its edge. Hurriedly scurrying forward, Irea rested her head on his shoulder while making sure to cover Layn in the bedsheets as well. Even though the weather was warm, the morning still introduced an element of cold to the entire city. 

"Isn't that bad news? If we refuse…" Grabbing the piece of paper that Layn passed to her hands, Irea scanned the text. Yet, rather than putting the paper away, she froze in her position even though her eyes no longer were directed towards the strange markings making up the local, ancient alphabet. "They are offering a thousand grade one stones and twenty grade two stones." It took Irea several moments to actually spell that out loud. 

"I guess for her, it's a fortune.' Giggling in his thoughts, Layn finally went on the offensive. Grabbing the edge of the bedsheets that still covered the two of them, he pulled it away in one, decisive move. Still frozen by the shock of the value offered for something she saw created on her own eyes, Irea was just a bit too slow to react, ending up shyly covering her crotch and chest with her hands. 

And at the same time, she lost her only limbs she could defend herself with from Layn's advance. 'It doesn't look like she had any intention to be on guard, though.' 

Even since the shrine was created, Layn forced himself to hold back. While he slept with the girl, while he cuddled and even kissed her, for as long as it would take for his plan to fully finish, he decided not to lay his hand on her. But now, with the inner sect making a move, there was no stopping him.

"I hope you are prepared." Attacking the angle between the girl's right shoulder and neck, Layn sucked onto her skin while pushing the girl down on the mattress of the bed. Squirming under the onslaught of his kisses and twitching whenever Layn's hands would find one of her sweet spots, Irea quickly reached the point where all her defenses turned into meekness, making her welcome any sort of pleasure that Layn was offering her. 

"Ah. Eh!" Soon, Irea's moans of pleasure filled the room as Layn continued to relentlessly molest her body. Even though it wasn't the first time for him, Irea softness, warmth, and eagerness to drown in pleasure just couldn't compare to the Ortensia who just laid down like a log and waited for the deed to be done!

"With this offer, they are about to make their move soon." Whispering his explanations directly to the girl's ear, Layn could feel under his hands how Irea's entire body trembled. "And that means, we need to leave them alone, in order not to spook them." Lifting his upper body up, Layn rested his weight on the hands he set on both sides of the girl. Right now, her nightgown was riding up so high that it realistically no longer could serve a function of a cloth. With the girl's bare skin exposed and illuminated by the daylight, Layn felt like drowning in her cuteness right here and now. 

"And that means, you will finally have the time and wits to act like a man and take me?" Reaching with her hands up, Irea wrapped them around Layn's neck before pulling his lips in for a kiss. Soon, her legs moved up, making her rub her thigs against Layn's back. With Layn's junior already on the standby, the two of them reached the line they could never go back to once they would cross it. 

Yet, not bothered by it at all, Layn pulled his hips back a bit, took aim, and then pushed forward with all his might!