an unexpectand Guest

They secured rooms for the night inside one of the Akademiya’s guest wings.

The girls collapsed onto the beds and couches with open relief, still moving carefully. Every one of them was quietly hoping that a full night of real rest would finally let their overstimulated bodies recover. By morning they wanted to be able to take Aether’s cock freely again — no more holding back, no more fragile temporary substitutes.

Before anyone settled in, Aether gave Yelan a short nod and a simple instruction regarding Faruzan.

The spy smiled.

What followed was a masterclass in professional restraint and psychological pressure. Yelan bound the still-trembling Haravatat scholar with efficient, inescapable precision — wrists, ankles, a secure but not cruel collar, the whole package. She gagged her just enough to keep the noise down, positioned her so she remained on display, and then calmly explained the new rules of her “captivity” in a low, clinical voice. Every knot, every adjustment, every quiet statement of ownership showed years of special-operations experience.

Lisa watched the entire process with growing appreciation.

“…You really did collect a terrifying group of women,” she murmured to Aether, half impressed and half aroused. “A sadistic nun, a human calamity, an ancient adeptus, a conditioned half-qilin cow, a professional spy who can turn a prideful scholar into a proper prisoner in under ten minutes… and me, of course. What a delightful little menagerie.”

Aether only smirked and turned in for the night.

He fell asleep quickly, finally able to rest after the long day.

Sometime in the middle of the night, a light weight settled over him.

A familiar frail body straddled his hips. Slim thighs, almost no soft meat, the same delicate frame he had used earlier in the research room. But the way she moved was completely different. Confident. Hungry. Awake in a way Layla never was.

Cool fingers wrapped around his cock, guided it into place, and sank down in one smooth motion.

A soft, throaty chuckle that did not belong to the sleep-deprived student drifted through the dark.

“You’re still hard… good. I’ve been wanting a proper turn while she’s not in control.”

The dominant personality that had taken over Layla’s body wasted no time.

She sank down onto Aether’s cock in one smooth, possessive motion, exactly the way he had woken the original Layla earlier that day. Slim hips rolled with surprising confidence. One hand pressed against his chest, pinning him down while she started riding him in slow, deliberate strokes. Her voice was lower, clearer, and openly hungry.

“You used her body while she was asleep. Now I’m using yours while you’re half-awake. Fair’s fair—”

She never finished the sentence.

A cold polearm tip touched the side of her neck.

A second later an elegant sword of condensed anemo rested against the other side.

Thin blue hydro strings had already wrapped around her wrists, waist, and thighs in a neat, inescapable web.

Shenhe and Cloud Retainer stood over the bed like silent executioners. Yelan sat calmly on a nearby chair, one finger still hooked in the controlling threads, expression unreadable in the dark.

Ganyu, Lisa and Rosaria remained completely passed out on the other side of the room, dead to the world.

The dominant Layla froze, still fully impaled on Aether’s cock, but she didn’t look afraid. If anything, her eyes gleamed with sharp interest. She flexed her fingers against the hydro restraints and gave a small, defiant smile.

“Well. You’re well-guarded. Good. I still don’t plan on getting off.”

Aether exhaled, voice rough with sleep and residual arousal.

“Stand down. All of you.”

Shenhe’s red eyes flicked to him. Cloud Retainer raised one elegant eyebrow. Yelan didn’t move until he repeated it more firmly.

“It’s fine. I woke the other one with my cock without warning this morning. She’s just returning the favor. Let her.”

The weapons slowly withdrew. The hydro strings loosened and retreated with a soft whisper. The three women stepped back, still clearly on edge, but obedient.

The dominant Layla gave Aether a pleased, almost predatory little grin and rolled her hips again, taking him deeper.

“Smart man,” she murmured. “Now lie back and let me work. She’s going to need the rest of the night if you want her functional tomorrow… and I intend to collect every second.”

She began riding him properly this time — confident, greedy, and completely unafraid of the deadly women still watching from the shadows.

Aether’s “guard dogs” remained silent and alert.