The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy - Chapter 384

Chapter 384: The Beginning Of The End [XLVI]
“Fuuuu…”

“Haagh~”

The room was silent except for their combined panting.

Aestrea lay on the bed with his head practically blank.

He stared at the ceiling, his body feeling like it had been drained of every last drop of energy. And then, he slowly turned his head to look at her.

Selindra was still kneeling between his legs, a look of pure, blissful contentment on her face. She hadn’t moved to clean herself up.

She just sat there, her face glistening with his cum, a triumphant, satisfied smile on her lips, looking like a cat that had just eaten the finest fish in the world.

She noticed him looking, and her smile instantly widened.

She brought her fingers up to her face again, not just to scoop up the fluid, but to gently spread it across her cheeks like it was the most expensive cream.

Smear… smear…

Selindra rubbed it into her skin, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.

“I can feel it… soaking in~♡” she whispered before letting out a satisfied sigh.

Behind her, Aestrea exhaled quietly and pushed himself upright.

The room seemed to cool the moment he stood, the warmth lingering around Selindra fading as his presence shifted.

He reached toward the tattered remains of his clothing.

“What are you doing?” Selindra asked suddenly, her voice sharper than before.

Aestrea didn’t pause.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

He extended his hand, silver energy bleeding from his palm like liquid light.

A cleaning magic washed over both of them, stripping away sweat, residue, and lingering sensations in a single instant.

“Our deal is now over,” he continued, his eyes flicking down to the shredded cloth. “So I don’t have to entertain your wishes anymore.”

The silver energy intensified, threading itself through the ruined fibers.

Slowly, meticulously, the fabric rewove itself, tears sealing, scorch marks fading, until his clothes were restored as if nothing had happened.

Then, without wasting any more time, he wore them.

“Hahahaha…”

A laugh came from behind him.

Aestrea tensed, already bracing himself. He was already expecting Selindra to go freaking mad or even threaten him…

But when he turned around, there was no fury.

Instead… Selindra simply had a cracked kind of smile.

“…You’re really… leaving?” she asked once again.

Before he could respond, Selindra dropped to her knees.

Thump!

The sound was sharp against the floor.

Her hands shot forward, clutching his left leg as if it were the only solid thing left in the world.

Her fingers dug into the fabric, trembling violently, nails scraping as though she feared he might vanish if she loosened her grip.

Her breath came in short, panicked bursts, chest hitching violently as though her body had forgotten how to breathe properly.

“Don’t… don’t you dare leave me!” she rasped, voice cracking so badly it barely sounded human anymore.

“You can’t! You… YOU WON’T!!!”

She pressed her face harder against him, forehead knocking weakly against his leg as her shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Tears poured freely now, soaking into his clothes, dripping from her chin in a relentless stream.

“Uwuwuwu…!!! I’ll change! No, I’ll be perfect,” she babbled, words tumbling out faster and faster, desperation spiraling.

“I won’t ask for anything ever again, I swear it! I’ll obey, I’ll wait, I’ll disappear if you want, just… sniff, just don’t abandon me!!!”

Her hands slid lower, arms wrapping around his leg entirely, hugging it like a lifeline.

Her nails dug in, not caring if she hurt him or herself. The composure she’d worn earlier was gone, and utterly shattered.

“You don’t understand,” she sobbed, laughing weakly through her tears, the sound broken and hysterical.

“You’re all I have now. If you leave, there’s nothing… nothing left! I’ll rot here. I’ll go insane. I-I-I…”

Her voice hitched violently.

“I’ll die.”

She looked up at him then.

Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, shining with terror rather than obsession.

There was no rage as he had seen in other girls’ eyes; instead, there was just a sheer, suffocating fear.

“Please,” she whispered, the word dragged out like a dying breath.

“I’m begging you. I’m on my knees. I’ll crawl if I have to, just tell me what to do. Tell me how to keep you here!!!”

Her grip trembled, spasming as though her body couldn’t decide whether to cling tighter or collapse completely.

Quiver…

Her entire form shook beneath him.

Aestrea froze.

This… wasn’t what he expected.

He looked down at her, at the woman clinging to him as though her life depended on it, and for the first time since standing up, his composure faltered.

“…Selindra,” he called out her name.

She only tightened her grip, shaking her head wildly, tears soaking into the floor.

He was clearly taken aback.

[Target: Selindra, The Goddess of Fidelity]

[Race: Ancient God (Mutation)]

[Rank: 7✯ Peak True God (22%)]

[Authorities: Fidelity]

[Favorability: 100 (She forged a new body and soul for you; what do you expect? In the threads of reaching obsession…)]

[Loyalty: 100 (She would never betray you.)]

[Sexual Desire: 999/999 (She’s dying to fuck you, although due to being a Goddess of Lust before, she can easily control her sexual desire.)]

[Thoughts: Don’t leave. Don’t leave. I’ll break if he goes. I gave him everything… body, divinity, purpose. I can still give more. If I lose him now, then what was I even made for?)Just stay. I’ll be good. I’ll obey. I’ll devote myself forever… just don’t abandon me, Aestreaaaaaa!]

The glow of the scan faded.

Aestrea’s shoulders eased slightly.

At the very least, there was no hostility, no hidden malice, no intent to trap or harm him. Her loyalty was absolute, dangerously so.

But the thoughts…

His frown deepened as he looked down at Selindra clinging to his leg, her trembling hands clutching as if he were the last anchor keeping her from sinking into nothingness.

“Haah…”

Aestrea let out a long sigh.

His gaze softened ever so slightly as he crouched down, the air between them charged with tension and unspoken desperation.

“Selindra… I… I’ll accept you,” he said quietly, but didn’t finish, “as long as you help me with a little something.”

Her head shot up instantly, her eyes wide and sparkling with desperate hope.

“What is it?! I’ll do it! I’ll do anything! Even if it means giving up my body, my soul, my divinity itself!” Her hands trembled as she clutched at the air between them, her voice breaking under the weight of her plea.

“I don’t care how impossible, how painful, how much it would destroy me… I’ll do it! Just… just tell me what to do! I need to prove myself to you! I can’t let you leave me… I won’t!”

Aestrea’s expression remained calm, as he crouched further, tilting her chin up slightly with a hand that radiated authority.

His crimson eyes glowed dangerously.

“…Help me find the base of the Eternal Tribunal.”

Her eyes widened, shining with a feral intensity that bordered on rapture. Without hesitation, she nodded so violently her head nearly hit his hand.

“Yes! Of course! I’ll do it! I’ll find it as fast as I possibly can! I won’t stop, I won’t rest! I… I won’t come back until it’s done, I swear it!”

Before Aestrea could even utter another word, she had already vanished from his sight, leaving nothing behind but the faint shimmer of residual magic.

“…Dammit.”

Aestrea furrowed his eyebrows.

“…Can I take care of sixteen women at the same time?” he sighed deeply.

He didn’t think that having Vivian as his only lover would slowly snowball into sixteen people in a matter of three years.

“Let’s try… and not charm any more women.”

He muttered to himself before standing up and stretching his limbs slighly. Of course, he was doing this absent-mindedly as he started recalling the numerous interactions with his lovers.

Vivian… was his original love interest, as he had already developed a close relationship with her. Since their first kiss, the emotions had only seemed to intensify.

Christina… was Aestrea’s first love; she fell in love with her because she was a really kind and warm person. She also liked him back, which facilitated their relationship, except for that slight change when she betrayed him.

Ella… no, Yennefer already loved him, and things just unfolded that way.

Zeva… was simply a crazy bitch… and being a crazy bitch made Aestrea act a little too passive. But she was quite scheming… as one of their intimate exchanges started with her knocking him out because of their unfulfilled promise.

Violet… was the most recent in the lower realms, and her feeling probably blossomed the moment Aestrea saved her mother.

Yara was another crazy bitch who seemed to be fond of him from the moment they met. He didn’t know why, but after interacting a little, they gradually got closer.

Alaine… wanted to repay his saving grace by becoming his maid, but turning into a maid also made her interact a lot with Aestrea, hence, developing emotions for him.

Eleonora… a person who was obsessed with his talent over a long time, albeit that being on the surface, as she was one of three Goddesses that loved him during his ninety-nine reincarnations.

Mia and Maria… both of them like Aestrea because of how naturally charismatic he was, and because they were from the same academy, their feeling of admiration easily turned into something more.

Isabella… to put it short, Aestrea killed the king and then helped her gain control over the kingdom by using his dominant power.

Lilith… she’s already a Succubus, and probably felt a deep sense of attraction for Aestrea’s power.

And now, more recently…

Olivia… whose avatar had been raped, and because of that, she developed a sense of obsession towards him.

Lunara… the Goddess of Judgement that fell in love with him somehow, even if in all of his past-reincarnations, she hated him to the bone.

Selindra… who somehow also fell deeply in love with him, maybe because of the way he treated her… that one he was honestly not sure about.

And finally, Luna… the Goddess of the Moon, who’s been his lover for all his reincarnations.

“Fuuuh…”

Aestrea blankly exhaled.

“I miss them…”