Archer was lost to lust as he stopped licking Teuila’s soaking wet honeypot before flipping her over and putting her on all fours.

When he did that, she arched her back and poked her bubble butt out, which drove him mad.

He grabbed her by the waist while lining up his raging member against her slit and pushed it deep inside her, causing Teuila to grip the bedsheets while screaming.

”Ahhhhhhhh!!~~”

Archer started thrusting into Teuila and felt her tighten around him, which caused him to groan.

Teuila was experiencing immense pleasure, causing her body to quiver, when she felt Archer’s member deep inside her knocking on her womb.

The intense thrusting caused her eyes to roll back, and she let out a symphony of sensual moans as she was face down on the bed.

Archer firmly held onto her waist and slowed down, which both loved. He leaned over and started kissing her neck.

After doing that, he pulled out and put Teuila on her back while getting in between her legs as he slipped his member back inside her.

He continued with his slow lovemaking, causing pleasure to wash over the two of them before Archer felt that he was close.

Archer pushed deeper inside her as he released his essence inside her womb. Teuila screamed out as she clung to him as her whole body was trembling.

When that happened, he felt Teuila orgasm and felt the bed under them become soaked. She felt something flowing into her body, gradually strengthening her.

Although the change was subtle, it was perceptible, but the overwhelming pleasure engulfed her, momentarily causing her to disregard it.

Archer’s love was pacified as they both climaxed, but he was taken aback by the energy he felt within her. 𝘪𝘳.𝘤𝑜

He employed the Cleanse spell on both before gently pulling out of her and lying beside Teuila.

The ocean princess’s breathing, still labored, whispered, “My love, it’s time to return.”

Archer sat up, checking the dazed girl, and inquired with a snicker, “Are you certain you can?”

With a playful smile, she nodded, and as she tried to sit up, her blissful expression made him laugh, prompting a light, playful slap in return.

Archer helped Teuila to her feet, but she remained somewhat dazed, wearing a contented smile.

He shook his head and made sure they looked normal and not like they had just had sex before opening a portal to the college, stepping through while holding Teuila’s hand.

They arrived in the hallway and proceeded into the homeroom while more students poured in.

As they entered, Archer noticed the orange-haired girl named Maeve engaged in conversation with Talila and Ella.

When he approached with Teuila in tow, all the girls turned toward him and shared a knowing giggle.

Archer placed Teuila next to Nefertiti and Leira. He asked them if they could keep an eye on her, a request to which they readily agreed while giggling.

He took his seat, aware of the curious gazes directed at him, which prompted a chuckle, but he realized the Professor should be here soon.

As the two boys drew closer and eventually stopped, the one resembling Maeve stepped forward and addressed him.

The boy introduced himself, “Hello, Archer. I’m Maeve’s older brother, Ciaran Avaloch, the first prince of the Avaloch Kingdom, and this is my friend, Magnus. He hails from the Riverland Duchy and is the son of a count.”

Archer listened to the introduction, then responded, “Nice to meet you, Ciaran. What brings you here?”

The ginger prince smiled as he settled on the desk before Archer and replied, “Well, to be honest, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

As he was about to reply, Maeve interrupted, asking, “I heard you destroyed many kingdoms during the war. Is that true?”

Archer’s attention shifted to the girl with striking gray eyes as she came closer. He observed her more closely, noticing her perfect body, built like a warrior, and wild ginger hair.

A mischievous grin played on her face, and he had a hunch about what was on her mind.

So, he responded with a sly tone, “Yeah, it was quite enjoyable, claiming all their wealth and leaving them in ruins.”

This statement prompted puzzled expressions from the two boys, but Maeve burst into laughter.

Archer inquired, “You don’t consider me a villain, do you?”

Maeve shook her head, her reply confident, “No, it was war. What else could be expected? The strong make the rules, and the weak have to follow them.”

Archer joined in her laughter, but Nefertiti and Teuila decided to share their thoughts, chiming in with teasing voices. “This greedy dragon leaves kingdoms bankrupt and loves it.”

”Many kingdoms in the Southlands lay in ruin, and our families had to step up and help the people earn their loyalty.”

Maeve continued questioning, “Rumors say you turned armies to ash and brought down once mighty kingdoms in another?”

Archer confirmed, “Yes, hundreds of thousands of soldiers turned to ash all across the continent. They exploited the situation and faced the consequences. That’s just how life goes.”

Everyone agreed as Magnus just stared at him, catching his attention. Archer turned his violet eyes to him and asked. ”What’s your problem, human?”

The boy shook his head and asked in an offended tone. ”Why not use your power to help people and be their hero instead of only doing something that benefits you or the girls around you?”

His piercing violet eyes locked onto the brown-haired boy, and a deep chuckle escaped his lips. “You want me to be a hero?”

He couldn’t contain his amusement, but after a brief moment, his tone shifted to a more serious note.

Archer began to explain his perspective. “You see, heroes are often seen as paragons of good, defenders of justice, and symbols of hope. But in reality, the world doesn’t operate in such clear-cut terms. There’s no definitive ‘good’ or ‘bad.’ It’s all just shades of gray.”

He continued, “Heroes, they’re often idealistic and driven by a sense of righteousness. But sometimes, that idealism can blind them to the complexities of the world. They become rigid in their beliefs, thinking they’re always right and everyone else is wrong.”

His gaze grew distant as he reflected on the nature of heroes. “They can be arrogant, self-righteous, and unwilling to consider alternative perspectives. And that, Magnus, can lead to unintended consequences and even more suffering.”

Archer stopped speaking to think for a second. ”I don’t care about being a hero. Why should I? Nothing ever comes of helping others because, in the end, you can’t save either others or yourself. That life is an illusion.”

Magnus fell silent and turned away, not uttering a word. This prompted Ciaran to lean in and clarify, “He idolizes heroes and aspires to become one.”

Archer shook his head upon hearing this and chose not to respond. Instead, he glanced at Ella, who nudged him and gestured toward the front of the class.

He turned around and saw a middle-aged man gazing at him, who spoke, “Mr. Wyldheart, the world relies on heroes in times of crisis; they instill hope in the hearts of the people.”

Archer sighed deeply, his gaze heavy with the weight of his experiences, as he decided to share a story with the Professor.

“You know, Professor, once there was a hero, someone who had done great deeds to save a kingdom. He faced countless dangers, made sacrifices beyond measure, and gave his all to protect the people.”

The Professor leaned in, eager to hear the tale.

“But,” Archer continued, “once that hero’s task was completed, once the kingdom was safe and the danger passed, the very kingdom he had saved turned on him. They dismissed him, treated him as a burden, and threw him away like an old relic. It was as if they had no memory of the heroics he had performed.”

The older man looked puzzled and asked, “But why would they do that? It makes no sense.”

Archer nodded. “That’s precisely the point. People can be ungrateful for heroes. They may cheer for them in the moment, but once the dust settles and their purpose is fulfilled, they often forget the sacrifices made and the struggles endured and that’s why I’ve come to accept that I can never be a hero.”

The middle-aged man regarded Archer skeptically before questioning, “So, why did you save the empire? Mediterra or Southlands? What did you gain from it?”

He chuckled, pointing towards the girls, “For them and the wealth of our enemies. I don’t act without gaining anything. The empire owes a debt.”

Upon hearing his response, the girls, including Maeve, nodded in agreement, sharing his sentiment.

The Professor shook his head before speaking to the class. ”Anyway, enough of the chit-chat. We have nine new students who joined us late.”

That’s when he looked at him and the girls before introducing himself. ” I’m Professor Krado Brachan. I teach Magic Fundamentals. Can you introduce yourselves to the class?”

Archer nodded before standing up and introducing himself with a grin. ”I’m Archer Wyldheart, also known as the White Prince.” 𝘪𝑎.𝒸𝘰

After speaking, he sat down while Ella stood up. ”I’m Ella Wyldheart.”

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