The empty classroom materialized around them in a soft shimmer of spatial mana.
It was a standard third-floor lecture room—rows of wooden desks, chalkboard covered in faded runes, tall windows letting in afternoon sunlight, air smelling faintly of old books and dust. The door was closed. Locked from the outside.
Aiden and his wives appeared—still carrying Luna bridal-style.
She yelped again—tail thrashing. "Master! Warn me next time!"
He set her down gently on the teacher's desk—then turned.
Selvara's wings flaring for balance. "You absolute—!"
Nyxion's tail curling around Aiden's leg possessively. "Heart Lord~"
Aiden smirked—dark, hungry.
He stepped forward—hands sliding around Selvara's waist—pulling her flush against him. "You were saying?"
Selvara's cheeks burned crimson—wings twitching. "I—I said this is indecent! We're supposed to be watching the duels!"
Aiden leaned in—lips brushing her ear. "We are. From here. No one will notice."
