BXBX NOVEL Chapter 3 -3-The Elite Team
Chapter 3: Chapter3-The Elite Team
"Don't be foolish, Abby. The opportunity to join the elite team is rare. You shouldn't turn it down. If you want to help me, the best way is to get stronger as quickly as possible, right?" Howard insisted.
"Nonsense! Do you think you can just give up your spot on the elite team as you please? Such capriciousness—what would people think of you, or of Howard?" Margaret added.
Their nearly simultaneous admonishments left Abby's head buzzing, unsure whose advice to take.
"Look, Abby," Margaret sighed, "The team Howard's joining might be a regular one, but it's still led by awakened individuals above level 30. Other students need to have at least C-level or B-level talents to qualify. All of this has been specially arranged for you."
Abby was torn, her eyes turning to Howard for some sign of what he thought.
Instead of supporting her, Howard reiterated his earlier stance, "Exactly, Abby. The opportunity is rare. If you really want to help me, then you should level up as fast as possible, shouldn't you?"
Howard, who possessed a Supreme Synthesis talent, wasn't worried about leveling up.
He also didn't want to hold Abby back.
Thus, he fervently urged her to proceed, with even more conviction than Margaret.
"Alright, fine! Howard, you have to promise me: you won't give up, you'll work hard on leveling up, and you'll wait for me to come back. Also, you better not flirt with any vixens while I'm away, or you'll have me to answer to."
The word 'flirt' startled Howard, making him wonder if some of his prior actions had been discovered.
Margaret's expression also stiffened at the word 'vixens,' revealing her discomfort.
The two exchanged another guilty look before quickly averting their eyes.
Unfortunately, Abby missed this; her head was resting against Howard's chest, her spirits low.
"Alright, Abby, come with me. I'll escort you to the elite team's base where you can meet your teammates. You'll also get to meet the strong leader of the team. Who knows, there might be a pleasant surprise waiting for you!" Margaret coaxed.
Torn, Abby allowed herself to be led away from Howard's embrace, looking back three times with each step, her eyes brimming with yearning.
Once they reached a corner, Margaret glanced back at Howard. Her eyes glinted with triumph as she gestured to him; her fiery red lips moved silently, sending a message only he could decipher.
Seizing the moment while Abby was distracted, Howard mimed a grabbing motion with both hands, even giving it a firm squeeze.
This startled Margaret into a hasty retreat, pulling Abby along until they disappeared around the bend.
...
"Howard, F-level talent—Mana Recovery. You have a choice of classes: magus, priest, summoner. I would recommend priest; it's safer," said the class mentor who reviewed his form, as Howard rejoined his group amidst snickers after the Awakening Ritual had ended.
"Thank you for the advice, but I'd like to choose magus," Howard politely declined, smiling.
While the priest class might be safer, it also meant leveling up at a slower pace and relying on a team. He didn't want to follow others around, groveling for protection.
"Hmph! Some people never heed good advice," the middle-aged mentor sighed, his expression a mixture of resignation and disapproval.
Nonetheless, he raised his staff towards Howard, chanting, "Spirits of Magic! Temporarily put aside your inherent pride and come to the pentagram's throne; bestow upon this humble lamb the radiant power of magic!"
A pillar of light descended upon Howard.
A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his ear,
[Ding! Congratulations, awakened Howard, you have successfully chosen the magus class and will gain the following attributes per level up:]
[1. Each level will give you 100 HP and 250 mana!]
[2. Each level will give you 2 points in strength, 2 in constitution, 1 in agility, and 5 in spirit!]
[3. Each level will provide 2 personal attribute points and 1 skill point!]
[Ding! Congratulations, awakened Howard, you have successfully chosen the magus class and gained an F-level skill—Fire Ball. Please check the details yourself.]
Continuous notifications rang out, and a new skill icon appeared on Howard's attribute panel.
[Fire Ball]
[Level: F]
[Effect: Gathers the fire elements in the air, condensing them into a ball of fire that can deal [100+2 * spirit] fire elemental magical damage upon hitting an enemy.]
[Cooldown: 10 seconds]
[Mana Cost: 45]
[Proficiency: 0/100]
Howard glanced at the attribute panel, then closed it. He bowed to the class mentor and slowly left the class selection room, heading towards a pre-arranged meeting place.
"Creak!"
"You've here?"
As soon as Howard pushed the door open, a warm body lunged into his arms, hands moving up and down, quickly undoing the restraints on him.
"Little one, you're being so rude before we even start. How much do you really want to 'disrespect your teacher'?"
"Ha! Now you talk about 'disrespecting your teacher', but it was you who invited me here, Teacher!"
This is a dimly lit office, furnished only with an aged desk, a worn-out chair, and an old filing cabinet.
Sunlight filters through the narrow window, casting mottled shadows across the room.
Two naked bodies entwined in an intimate embrace, their labored breaths filling the air with a sense of urgency.
Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the figure draped over the table was none other than Margaret, the mature and enigmatic teacher with ebony stockings, who had only moments ago parted ways with Howard.
"Come clean, what's the deal here?" Howard interrogated as he wielded his big cock, sliding it in and out of Margaret's tunnel while questioning her. "I know about Abby's elite team, but how did I end up in the remedial group? Since when do they bother training 'garbage' like an F-level talent?"
"What's wrong with being an F-level talent?" Margaret countered, her voice laden with desire, as Howard's cock, large and unyielding, pressed against her. "My dear, even without awakened talent, my little man's cock is big and thick, and it certainly had its way with the teacher on this very table, didn't it?" She provocatively raised her ebony-clad legs high, enduring Howard's advances while skip his questions
As Howard intensified his gravitational force, repeatedly crashing into her, she finally yielded, gasping, "Ah! Alright, alright, I'll tell you. It's the old headmaster, he wanted to introduce Abby to some influential young masters from prominent families. So, he meticulously assembled an elite team, consisting of Abby and several A-level talents, with the rest being young scions from various noble families in Saint City."
"Even the leader of the team was lured by Abby's talent and actively volunteered to take charge," Margaret exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion as she explained. "As for your leveling-up squad, I made excuses to secure it for you. The old man agreed without hesitation, eager to successfully place Abby in the elite team."
"Also, your 'breakup fee' has been approved by the old man. The money has already been transferred to your account."
Hearing this, Howard felt deeply satisfied. The pace of his movements abruptly quickened, filling the room with a cacophony of sounds—crashes, friction, the collision of furniture, and Margaret's interspersed exclamations.
"You... you're really willing to break up with Abby?" Margaret inquired, humming between her words. "Never mind her feelings for you; her S-level talent alone has already made so many people green with envy. Can you really bear to let go?"
Howard didn't rush to respond; he maneuvered his big cock in and out of Margaret's vaginal, causing her to shimmer with splashes of water, amidst a chorus of ecstatic screams.
He wouldn't even allow his gaping maw a moment's respite, relentlessly caressing Margaret's breast, occasionally savoring her nipples as if they were a succulent grape, bringing delight to her that her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
After a prolonged wait, the third orgasm arrived for Margaret, casting a cascade of frothy spray onto Howard's glans.
At last, Howard could no longer contain himself, and he erupted directly into the tunnel, pouring thick, milk-like substance into her depths. The scorching heat made her scream once more.
Only at this moment did Howard begin to explain in a low voice, "Hmph, what do you know? If I don't agree, that old man has ways to make me submit. Better to take some money from him and quickly increase my strength."
"As for breaking up... as long as I rise quickly, who would dare say otherwise? Abby is mine, and nothing will change that."
Having said this, he turned to look at Margaret. With a grand gesture, he reached out and took a pair of stones into his hand, massaging them thoughtfully before asking, "So, are you jealous?"