## Chapter 95 – No. 25. District 1 # 2
Unsurprisingly, once Low had tasted the pleasures of lust in a bathroom where their naked bodies were so brazenly exposed, she couldn’t resist overwhelming No. 25.
She violently pressed her advances, and No. 25, unable to withstand Low’s seductive onslaught against her voluptuous and sweet-smelling body, ended up having several rounds of sex with her in the bathroom. Only after Low was satisfied, after he’d sucked on her breasts and nether regions countless times, was he finally able to escape.
Emerging from the bathroom amidst rising clouds of steam, No. 25 staggered momentarily, dizzy from the unfamiliar environment and prolonged sex.
Low, following close behind, immediately embraced the swaying No. 25 from behind. The dizziness vanished as if washed away, replaced by the comforting sensation of her breasts against his back.
She whispered thickly into No. 25’s ear, her voice laced with concern.
“Be careful, darling. Should I carry you if you’re tired?”
“I’m, I’m okay. I can walk on my own.”
Low nodded, seemingly disappointed, and walked past No. 25, heading forward again.
It was clear that while they were in the bathroom, Low had been completely drained of strength, passively accepting No. 25’s rough doggy-style, gasping softly as he aggressively clutched her breasts. But the moment they stepped outside, the situation had instantly reversed.
Is this the resilience of someone in the position of a Demon Lord?
With that trivial thought, he forced strength into his trembling legs and back, and followed Low back to her room.
His eyes inadvertently drifted to Low’s figure as she walked ahead. Her curvaceous hips, perfect for childbirth, swayed enticingly below her slender waist, and the smooth cleft visible between them made his lust, which he thought had subsided, flare up once more.
No. 25 shook his head from side to side, slapping his cheeks twice to regain his composure.
If he indulged in more sex, succumbing to Low’s alluring body, he wouldn’t even be able to go out, let alone have any energy left.
Back in the room, No. 25 asked Low, looking at her back.
“We’re really going now, right?”
Low, putting on a black outfit she’d taken from the closet, simply nodded.
He had spent a full two years trapped in a dark, gloomy forest with barely any sunlight.
The bright sun, the market filled with the warmth of people, the appetizing smells of food that stimulated his appetite as he walked down the street.
He wanted to vividly experience everything he had forgotten with all five senses.
With a flutter of excitement, No. 25 said to Low.
“Just a moment. I’ll go pack my things.”
Low stopped No. 25, who was about to head to his room on the floor below.
“There’s no need to pack. We’ll be back soon.”
No need to pack? No. 25 tilted his head in confusion, as if he didn’t understand Low’s words.
The gesture looked almost exactly like something Low would normally do.
Although District 2 was smaller than the other districts, it would still take quite a while to walk to District 1. Wasn’t it only natural to pack water, food, and a change of clothes for after they had sex?
Low walked briskly towards No. 25 to clear up his confusion.
She raised her hand in the air, and as she drew her index finger straight down, the space seemed to tear and split open along her finger, widening to both sides.
The fully opened space formed an oval shape, shimmering with a violet light like Low’s eyes.
The flickering, crackling violet magic felt ominous.
Low, who had naturally stepped into the torn space, turned to No. 25, who was standing there blankly.
“Are you scared because it’s your first time? Here, don’t be afraid, take my hand.”
Low would never do anything to harm him.
No. 25 repeated this to himself, tightly grasping Low’s soft hand, which had been clutching his dick just moments before, and carefully stepped into the beam of light.
The moment his foot touched the space, violet magic surged up his ankle.
It was a completely different sensation from Aser’s space teleportation, which made his body feel like it was floating.
To put it simply, it was a strange sensation as if every cell in his body was being broken down and reassembled. There was no pain, but the momentary illusion that his body had disappeared made No. 25 tremble.
Unspeakable fear was hidden within his tightly closed eyes. Led by Low’s voice telling him he could open his eyes, he finally opened them, and the world No. 25 had so longed for unfolded before him.
Not a drab gray tower, but a city so bright it was dazzling.
“This is District 1. It’s your first time here, isn’t it?”
No. 25 nodded and looked around again.
It seemed they had arrived at the market within District 1, but it looked different from the markets No. 25 knew.
There were no people setting up stalls and selling goods on the street. Instead, everyone was doing business properly in well-established shops with proper signs.
Of course, there was also none of the loud hawking that made your ears ring.
The buildings, built high with marble, looked luxurious at a glance.
Low, as if familiar with the place, started walking and held out her hand to No. 25, who was staring blankly at the buildings.
“This way.”
Taking Low’s hand and following her, it wasn’t long before an enormous building, incomparable to the others, came into view.
The overwhelming grandeur visible beyond the massive iron gate, which resembled a castle gate, left No. 25 speechless.
The flamboyant exterior in the Rococo style and the multiple buildings that curved gently and connected to each other.
No. 25 simply stood there with his mouth open, taking in the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Low stroked No. 25’s hair and said in a gentle voice.
“This is the Academy, the symbol and core of District 1.”
But No. 25 didn’t even hear her voice.
“It’s a bit strange just looking from the outside like this. If you’re curious, shall we go inside and take a look…?”
At Low’s suggestion, No. 25 widened his eyes and looked up at her with a gaze full of curiosity and innocence.
Low smiled contentedly, seeing the brightest light she had ever seen in his eyes, and nodded.
“Is that okay?”
“I’m here… what wouldn’t be okay?”
Low took No. 25’s hand again and headed towards the main gate.
The guard, who had been yawning as he stood watch in front of the Academy, saw Low’s face and made an exaggerated gesture of surprise.
It was a sudden situation, as unexpected as a bolt from the blue.
Even through the full-face helmet, his flustered expression was evident.
Regaining his composure, he saluted crisply and raised his voice, his body stiff.
“L, Lady Low? If you could wait here for a moment, I’ll contact the Demon Lord…!”
Contrary to the loud voice that shook the heavens and the earth, his words were trembling.
Low covered her ears slightly and shook her head, answering slowly, in contrast to the guard’s urgent manner.
“There’s no need to tell Lahart… We’re just going to take a quick look around.”
The guard hesitated, looking around.
His movements clearly showed his embarrassment.
“B, but… if I let an outsider from another district in without permission…”
The guard was only being faithful to his duty, but that was something he should have considered his audience before doing.
Lecturing an overwhelmingly powerful person would only backfire.
Low frowned, uncharacteristically displeased that her time to make No. 25 happy was being interrupted.
“I understand your situation, but I don’t really like having to say things twice…”
Only then did the guard feel a threat to his safety and urgently signaled to someone in the guardhouse.
As someone inside turned something, the tightly closed gate began to open to the left and right with a grand rumble.
No. 25, following Low, who was walking familiarly, offered a silent apology to the guard with a nod.
The guard remained in a salute, unmoving, until Low had completely disappeared from his sight.
Even the sound of his breathing could have grated on her nerves.
Low entered the Academy and released No. 25’s hand, saying.
“Look around as much as you like.”
The Academy grounds, filled with lush green grass that held a vibrant life incomparable to the dying plants of District 2, were invigorating to simply look at.
Above all, what caught No. 25’s attention were the clothes of the students walking around the campus. There were differences in color, such as navy, white, and black, but they were all the same design.
Some of the students and professors had already recognized Low, who was standing on the campus talking to No. 25, and were whispering among themselves.
It was only natural, considering that Low, who was known to rarely show her face, had appeared with a pretty boy by her side.
Their gazes turned to No. 25 next to her.
No. 25, trying to ignore the attention, asked Low.
“The Academy? Why was this building built?”
“It’s an institution to train talented individuals in preparation for the fight against the Outer Gods, and at the same time, it’s one of the ways for students to prove their abilities to the Demon Lords.”
“Prove themselves to the Demon Lords?”
Low looked around once and then turned her gaze to No. 25, saying.
“Would you mind if we talked while we walked? The Academy is quite large.”
“Of course.”
She started walking and continued her story.
“Ryu, you’ve lived in other districts for a while, so you know, but the people who live by the Demon Lords’ sides have a completely different lifestyle from ordinary people. If they want, they can freely conduct research on magic, and they earn much more. There’s no reason to refuse.”
Low’s words reminded him of the maids who worked in Aser’s castle. Their expressions were very bright on payday.
That bright expression would disappear in less than a week, but he often heard that they received so much money that they didn’t want to leave the castle.
If that was the case for the maids who simply came to work at the castle, the benefits for those who were directly chosen by the Demon Lords to stay by their sides would be unimaginable.
No. 25 listened to Low’s words and looked at the surrounding buildings again.
The campus was larger than he had expected, and No. 25 often had to wipe away sweat.
Low stared intently at No. 25, who was sweating and unbuttoning his shirt, and quietly opened her mouth.
“If you’re really tired, let’s rest over there for a bit.”
The place Low pointed to was a large park created for the students to rest.
There was no reason to refuse to rest. No. 25 nodded and went to sit on a bench in the park.
The wooden bench had a natural charm, and the texture felt good under his butt.
It would have been a relaxing environment if it weren’t for Low, who was sitting next to him, casually placing her hand on his thigh or crotch.
Low’s amorous advances towards No. 25 were barely restrained by the actions of some students who occasionally came to greet her with respect.
No. 25 was lost in thought, watching the students who came close and quickly disappeared, and Low, looking at No. 25’s profile, spoke in a languid tone.
“Ryu, I wouldn’t force you if you didn’t want to, but wouldn’t you like to make new connections here?”
No. 25, who had never imagined Low would say such a thing, flinched greatly and stared at her with eyes as round as a rabbit’s.
At the same time, anxiety washed over him.
Was Low now tired of him and trying to send him to this Academy?
No. 25 honestly revealed his uneasy feelings in a short sentence.
“By myself?”
“Yes, but you don’t necessarily have to take classes. I just want you to build relationships with other people and have a better life. I don’t want you to be tied down to a single relationship like me.”
“Didn’t you say it was an institution to train talented individuals? But even if I don’t take classes…”
“Who do you think I am? The concepts of magic and hierarchy that the Academy’s professors and students use… who do you think created them…? If you have any questions about magic, you can just ask me.”
A smile inadvertently crept onto his lips at the sight of Low subtly boasting about her achievements and power in a gentle tone.
But even that small smile was swallowed by the fear of whether he could stand on his own, and his lips turned downwards again.
As if she had noticed No. 25’s worries, Low gently placed her hand on his trembling hand.
“It’s okay. I’ll always come to pick you up when the day is over. Ryu, I know what you’re worried about. I’ll never abandon you. I’ll never leave you lonely either. You’re my everything, where would I go without you?”
Slow but reassuring words.
He finally made up his mind.
It was true that he was anxious, but the idea of building relationships with other people…
He couldn’t deny that those words had resonated with him.
No. 25 looked around the campus again.
Students exercising, talking, or eating together and laughing happily, connections he didn’t have.
The only connections he had were the carnal desires with women he slept with and the brothers in the iron cage who only exacerbated each other’s misery.
What No. 25 had always wanted was someone’s affection.
And a friend with whom he could truly share his heart.
The thoughts that came to No. 25’s mind as he looked at the students in the Academy were not grand.
Could he laugh and eat with kids his age too?
Could he move his body healthily, exercise and sweat, and laugh?
Could he join that group, naturally talk, and laugh?
Trivial but unattainable things.
Now was the moment to grasp what he had never had.
The answer was already decided.
No. 25 looked straight into Low’s eyes and answered with strength in his voice.
“Okay, I want to attend here too.”
