The wind brushed against Michael's hair, carrying with it the faint scent of morning dew.
He stood quietly outside his house, the vast garden unfolding before him—lush, endless, and serene under the soft sun.
Birdsong drifted faintly from the trees, but his gaze was lost somewhere else—beyond the leaves, beyond the stillness.
Luna and Luminous were inside, speaking in hushed voices.
He sighed softly, "Girls talk, huh? I can already feel my doom forming."
He ran a hand through his hair and muttered again, "I wonder what they're planning this time…"
His tone turned darker as a memory crawled up from the abyss of his mind.
"Could it be… one of Luna's binding tricks again?"
A cold shiver coursed through him.
He still remembered—the ancient artifact Luna had once used, a relic forged in madness and devotion.
It had chained even gods.
And she, smiling with a pink heart in her pupils as she lowered her naked hips on top of Michael's, had whispered, "You'll stay with me for eternity, my hubby~~ and we will be one forever hehe~~"
Michael visibly trembled at the thought.
He looked toward the horizon, eyes narrowed. "Not again… Please, not this time."
The wind shifted slightly, carrying the faint hum of mana through the air.
Then, a voice echoed in his head—cold, feminine, yet loyal.
"Master," said Clurs, his ethereal, invisible companion, "why didn't you tell her the truth? Instead, you crafted half-truths… half-lies."
Michael's face hardened instantly, his earlier calm replaced by quiet steel.
He turned his head slightly, though there was no one to see.
"You should know why," he said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "And don't ask again."
Silence.
Then a nervous whisper followed, trembling with fear.
"Y-Yes, master. I won't ask again."
Michael sighed.
He hated silencing those who were loyal—but some truths weren't meant to be repeated aloud.
Not yet.
Before he could respond, a familiar, melodic voice drifted from behind him.
"What is it that Clurs shouldn't ask about again?"
Michael froze for a heartbeat before slowly turning around.
Luna stood there, her long silver hair catching the morning light like liquid silk.
Her eyes gleamed with playful suspicion.
He met her gaze without blinking.
For once, he didn't let her take control of the conversation.
"You don't have to know," he said coolly. "Small matter. Let's go to college."
Luna narrowed her eyes slightly, reading his expression like an open book.
She could tell he was hiding something.
But she also knew when to stop pressing—he never lied about things that truly mattered.
She sighed softly and smiled.
"Fine," she said, stepping closer, her tone melting into sweetness. "Let's go, hubby~"
Michael barely suppressed a sigh as she wrapped her arm through his.
Her warmth pressed against him as she whispered playfully, "We'll go as a couple, right?"
He nodded faintly, amused despite himself.
As they walked, the sound of their steps echoed lightly on the pavement.
The roads shimmered faintly under morning mana—sleek, futuristic, capable of teleportation.
Michael's gaze flicked toward the energy lines glowing beneath the surface. "Technology really hasn't changed much," he murmured.
Luna chuckled beside him. "Oh, come on. You sound like a grandpa remembering the ancient world."
He smirked, but didn't argue. She wasn't wrong.
Ten minutes passed in calm conversation and playful silence.
They stopped midway at a corner shop.
Luna insisted on getting ice cream.
She returned moments later with two cones—but only handed him one.
"Here," she said, voice dripping with teasing warmth. "You first."
Michael hesitated but took a small bite.
Before he could thank her, Luna leaned forward and took the entire ice cream in one swift lick.
Her tongue glided slowly over the melting cream as she met his eyes deliberately.
Then she licked her lips.
"Mm~ tastes even better after you, hubby."
Michael froze, the color draining from his face.
He sighed inwardly. 'I take back everything I said about her restraint.'
The two walked the rest of the way in uneasy peace.
At last, they reached the grand gates of the college.
A massive building rose before them—modern, glowing with runic tech, filled with youth and chaos.
Students streamed past them, laughter and chatter spilling into the open air.
Michael exhaled softly, remembering his first day here.
A thousand lives ago, and yet the feeling never changed.
Luna's voice broke through his thoughts.
"Michael," she said, pointing toward the sports field, "look there."
Far across the open field, two students were fighting—a crowd encircled them.
One of them shouted, "You tackled me first! And now you want a penalty?!"
The other barked back, "You started it, idiot!"
Michael and Luna approached quietly, weaving through the murmuring students.
The air was charged with tension.
Michael watched for a while, expression unreadable.
Then a faint smile touched his lips.
"Mortals," he said softly. "Are really entertaining in countless ways right?"
Luna chuckled, resting her chin against his shoulder.
"At least some of them have stamina," she murmured near his ear. "Stronger in bed than you, maybe?"
He stiffened instantly. "What?"
She just smiled. "Just teasing, hubby~ You're mine after all~~"
Michael's eyebrow twitched. I need to find a counter for this madness, he thought grimly.
But he said nothing. Resistance only made her worse.
The fight grew more heated until a voice, calm and firm, cut through the noise.
"Stop."
Everyone turned.
From the crowd emerged a girl—short dark hair, sharp eyes, a quiet confidence in her step.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly.
Arina Saforous…
She walked between the two fighters.
Her tone was cold. "You're wasting everyone's time. Others want to play too."
One of the players sneered. "Oh yeah? What'll you do about it?"
Before he could blink, Arina's palm struck his cheek.
The impact sent him flying several meters, crashing into the ground with a muffled groan.
The crowd went silent.
Luna's eyes gleamed. "She's not human," she whispered, analyzing the faint distortion of energy around Arina. "She's an extraterrestrial, right?"
Michael nodded slightly. "Yeah. From Velaris-9. We… may have caused some chaos there when we were younger."
Luna arched an eyebrow, smiling darkly. "Oh? I remember that planet."
Her grin widened, almost predatory. "So… you're saying we might get to relive old times?"
Michael's spine went cold.
He remembered what "old times" meant for Luna—chaos, domination, mischief that shook entire star systems.
He quickly muttered, "Please, no more invasions during semester."
Luna only hummed innocently. "No promises~"
Meanwhile, Arina turned toward the fallen player, dusting her hands calmly.
"Next time," she said softly, "remember that words don't make you strong."
The murmurs in the crowd returned, whispers of awe and fear.
Michael watched her carefully, eyes narrowing.
"She's strong," he murmured, "and not just physically. Her aura… it's cracked, like something's hidden beneath it."
Luna tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh, my hubby's interested in another girl?"
He sighed. "Interested, yes. But not like that."
Her smirk returned as she leaned close to him and her hand reached his crotch area. "I'll believe that when you survive tonight without screaming my name again."
Michael's expression turned blank. "I regret my life for not stopping you when you learnt these things.."
Luna laughed softly and leaned more closer, her voice sweet and deadly.
"No you don't. You love this life… and me."
He didn't reply. But his silence was answer enough.
As the crowd began to disperse, Michael looked once more at Arina—standing tall, calm, watching the horizon as if sensing something beyond sight.
The faint wind stirred her hair, and for a split second, her eyes met his.
Something shifted.
A flicker of recognition—or warning.
Then she turned away.
Michael exhaled slowly.
The air felt different now, as if fate itself had turned a new page.
He whispered to himself, "The calm before another storm…"
Luna tilted her head, curious. "What was that?"
He smiled faintly. "Nothing. Let's just say… college might not be as peaceful as I hoped."
They walked side by side toward the main building, the sun glinting off the glass towers above them.
Behind them, the field stood silent again—save for the wind whispering across the grass, carrying secrets of past lives and coming storms.
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To be continued…