in the search for hoes

The next morning did nothing to improve Aether’s mood.

He woke up still hard, still frustrated, and still surrounded by the soft, warm bodies of six completely wrecked women. The moment they tried to move, the full cost of the 3.5-times enhancer became obvious.

Every single one of them looked like they had aged twenty years overnight.

Rosaria’s usual sharp posture was gone; she moved like her bones ached.

Ganyu needed two tries just to stand, cowbell jingling weakly with every shaky step.

Lisa’s elegant confidence had been replaced by slow, careful motions and a constant wince.

Yelan’s legs trembled whenever she put weight on them.

Cloud Retainer kept one hand on a tree for balance.

Even Shenhe, restraints and all, walked with a rare stiffness that spoke of total overstimulation.

They understood exactly what they had done to him. Pity was written all over their faces. But understanding didn’t give them back the strength to take another round. Last night’s continuous, movement-free climaxes had utterly destroyed them. Their bodies were still too sensitive, too drained, too fried to offer him any real relief.

While they slowly cleaned the camp and packed, the apologies came in quiet, genuine murmurs.

“We’ll fix this,” Rosaria muttered, voice hoarse. “First thing when we reach the Akademiya. We’ll find you someone. A willing hole. Hell, several if we have to.”

Lisa nodded, still looking pale. “There are always students or researchers who wouldn’t mind helping a distinguished guest… blow off some steam. We’ll arrange it.”

Ganyu added softly, “I will help search as soon as I can walk properly again.”

Even Collei, the architect of the entire situation, looked genuinely apologetic as she packed her remaining vials.

“I’ll make a milder version next time,” she promised. “Or at least one that doesn’t leave everyone useless the next day. Sorry, Master…”

Aether just exhaled through his nose and finished securing the last of the packs himself. The Akademiya’s white walls were clearly visible now through the trees. Relief — of a very specific kind — was only a few hours away.

The girls moved like a group of exhausted grandmothers as they finally set out, every step a reminder of the night before.

And every one of them was quietly determined to find their frustrated Traveler a fresh, functional pussy the moment they stepped through the Akademiya gates.

Scholars, researchers, and students hurried in every direction, arms full of books, tablets, and glowing devices. The place was so busy that the strange, travel-worn party barely drew a second glance. Ganyu’s cowbell, Rosaria’s revealing habit, even the lingering well-fucked aura around the group went largely unnoticed. Everyone was simply too focused on their own work.

Finding a willing, functional hole for Aether suddenly looked hopeless.

Until they turned a quiet corner near one of the smaller research halls and walked straight into a scene.

A stern-looking woman in Akademiya robes — clearly from one of the Darshans — stood over a sleeping figure slumped across a desk covered in star charts and half-finished notes. The sleeper had long blue hair, dark circles under her eyes even while unconscious, and the unmistakable look of someone who had pulled far too many all-nighters.

“Layla!” the researcher snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “This is the fourth time this week! You cannot keep falling asleep on your calculations. The entire project is behind because of you!”

Layla only mumbled something incoherent and stayed completely limp.

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The researcher noticed the group and sighed in pure frustration.

“You there — travelers. I don’t care who you are. If you can wake this girl up and keep her awake for more than ten minutes, I will personally authorize whatever resources you need while you’re here. I’ve tried cold water, loud noises, even mild electro. Nothing works for long.”

Rosaria’s eyes lit up with tired mischief. Lisa smiled slowly. Collei tilted her head with open curiosity.

One thing led to another very quickly.

Within minutes the researcher had cleared the small side room, declared it “temporary recovery space,” and left with a final exasperated, “Just get her functional again.”

Layla remained slumped over the desk, still deeply asleep, completely unaware that the frustrated Traveler who had been blueballed for an entire night was now being officially tasked with waking her up…

…with his cock.

The rest of the harem settled in to watch, still moving like sore grandmothers, but already looking a little more hopeful.

Aether cracked his neck, stepped behind the sleeping RT-Darshan student, and prepared to finally get some relief.