Caelum stood between the two beds, his expression unreadable as he looked down at the shivering forms of the Ice Queen and the Firebrand. Kaelith's theft had been clean, but it had left the girls' internal structures brittle and unstable.
"If they want to feast on my 'waste,' I shall provide them with a banquet they cannot survive," Caelum murmured.
He extended both hands, his palms hovering inches above the girls' navels. His **Gold Aether** began to churn, but this time, he wasn't just pouring energy into them; he was **coding** it.
Caelum initiated a "Phase-Locked Infusion." He began to refill Isolde and Elena with a warm, stabilizing golden light that healed their tissues and settled their cores. However, deep within the atomic structure of this Aether, he hid a **volatile pleasure-trigger**.
To the girls, the energy felt like a soothing balm—it would keep them healthy, loyal, and strong. But the moment that energy was forcibly extracted and pulled into another host—like Kaelith—the "molecular lock" would shatter. Upon absorption, the Aether would immediately convert into a high-frequency erotic shock, a "mind-boggling" surge of pure, raw ecstasy designed to bypass the thief's defenses and force her nervous system into a total, orgasmic collapse.
"Mina, assist," Caelum commanded.
The Slime Empress glided to **Elena's** side. She used her liquid fingers to gently massage the girl's **tight, athletic thighs**, ensuring the new Aether distributed evenly through her muscles. "It is done, Master," Mina purred, her **heavy liquid breasts** swaying as she leaned over the fire-mage. "The bait is set. The fire and the ice are now laced with your 'poison'."
Caelum turned to **Isolde**. He leaned down, pressing a final, lingering mark onto her forehead. As the gold seeped in, Isolde's **slender frame** arched in her sleep, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her **pale lips**. Her body felt the "hook" of his power—the addictive warmth that made her soul crave his presence.
He had turned his two most promising students into **biological landmines**.
Caelum retreated back to the shadows of the infirmary, leaning against the cold stone wall as he watched the girls' breathing stabilize.
"Kaelith is just the hand," Caelum thought, his eyes narrowing. "The Headmaster is the stomach. They aren't just trying to learn my secrets; they are trying to *become* me."
He realized now that the Academy was not just a school, but a **Giant Distillation Apparatus**. Every duel, every lesson, and every "field test" was designed to refine the students' Aether so the elite at the top could siphon off the best results. By claiming the harem, Caelum hadn't just disrupted the social order—he had stolen the "Crop" from the Headmaster's field.
"Master," Mina whispered, wrapping her cool, amber arms around his waist, her **soft, gelatinous hips** pressing against him. "If the Assistant returns tonight, she will find a prize she cannot swallow. Shall we wait for the reaction?"
Caelum smirked, the golden glow in his eyes reflecting the dark ambition in his heart.
"No. Let her take it back to her master first. I want the Headmaster to feel the 'pleasure' of my progress personally."