Chapter 089

Just watching Lena masturbating her urethra made me want to cum.

I took a deep breath, held back my ejaculation, and moved my waist back and forth, thrusting my cock hard into Lena's creamy pussy.

Lena moans, shaking her head in all directions as the multi-pleasure pleasures of her urethra and her pussy fill her.

"Hbebebe! Phew! Aaaaa! I have no idea! Hehe!"

"Sister Lena! I love you!"

"I love you too! I think about Zeon every day! I love Zeon so much! Hehe! I think I'll cum again!"

"This time, I'll cum too!"

"Yep! When I cum, you also pour semen into my womb!"

"Yes!"

I moved her waist back and forth more forcefully, fucking Lena's pussy in a trance.

"Hugh! Hveev! Wow!! It's coming out!"

Lena closes her eyes and drools as she climaxes, then pulls out her urethral plug.

I also plunged my dick into Lena's cervix and released all my semen.

"Sister Lena cums all in her womb!"

My lower abdomen feels numb as my balls empty out. It is the best ejaculation pleasure.

Looking down, I see Lena flinching in her frog pose with an ahegao expression.

"Hehe… Now… I can't remember anything… Urethral pleasure… I'm addicted… Ihihihi…"

Lena's mind seemed to have short-circuited momentarily from the overwhelming pleasure she had experienced.

For a brief second, I thought about hugging her and falling asleep in her arms, but then I remembered my original reason for coming here.

'Right, I came here to get closer to Jazlyn.'

"Sister Lena," I called softly.

"Hmm... Hebebebe..." she responded, still in her own world.

"Can you cast a spell to make me invisible and mask my presence?"

Lena pouted cutely, "Kyuuu... alright, but only if you give me a kiss first."

She pointed to her cheek.

Without hesitation, I leaned in and planted a light kiss on her soft cheek.

"Hehe! Now, I'll grant Zeon his wish. Become invisible! Yay!" Lena cheered, waving her hands.

But nothing seemed to change.

"Wait... I can still see my body. What gives?" I asked, confused.

Lena giggled, "I modified it. You can see yourself, but no one else can see you—except for me, of course."

"Oh! That's great, thank you!"

Now, I could completely trust her magic.

"Zeon, are you not going to sleep tonight?" she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Not tonight. I have something important to do."

"Okay. Next time, can I call you whenever I miss you?"

"Of course. I'll miss you too."

"Then why don't you come to the clubroom more often?"

"I'm sorry. You know I've been busy practicing for the group martial arts competition."

"Alright... I suppose I should understand. After all, I have a big heart," she said with a soft smile.

"Hehe, thank you, Lena. I'll be going now."

"Hmm... today was fun~ I love you, Zeon."

"I love you too, Lena."

With that, I gathered my clothes, placed them in my subspace ring, and left Lena's room—completely naked and invisible. As I walked down the hallway, I passed by two female students. They had no idea I was there.

'It's been a while since I've wandered the girls' dormitory naked,' I thought with a mischievous grin. 'Time to head to Jazlyn's room.'

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This is Jazlyn's room.

Jazlyn had just returned from the library, where she had borrowed a mountain of books related to luck. Normally, a student could only borrow ten books at a time, but using her status as a princess, she had brought far more than allowed.

She sat at her desk, surrounded by towering piles of books.

'Zeon's luck is too extraordinary to be explained by any theory I know.'

Jazlyn pondered this deeply. If someone had deliberately created the situation where Zeon discovered a mythical artifact, it would have required precise manipulation of numerous factors—clairvoyance to know where the artifact was buried, mind control over soldiers, and adjustments to the wind and atmospheric mana so that Zeon's novice mortar spell would hit exactly where the relic lay.

Additionally, Zeon's mind would need to be manipulated to choose the correct spell for the situation. And even then, the relic had chosen Zeon as its master, and Jazlyn's SS had somehow been influenced to align with him. All of this would have to occur without anyone noticing—something even the Grand Wizard or the Tower Master could not accomplish.

Yes, there was a god in this world, but not even a god, in Jazlyn's understanding, could meddle with the earthly realm to such a degree. The only plausible explanation was coincidence—but even that felt insufficient. There seemed to be intent behind Zeon's incredible fortune.

'Zeon's luck is too dangerous for any one person to possess. If that power ever turned against the empire, it could bring catastrophe.'

Jazlyn was not the kind of person to ignore her curiosity, and if it involved the empire's safety, she would investigate it thoroughly.

'I need to find an explanation for Zeon's luck. If I can't… I'll have to report this to His Majesty before it becomes a greater threat.'

Though she cared for her subjects, Jazlyn cared more about the empire. She wouldn't hesitate to make sacrifices for its protection.

'Enough thinking. Let's start reading these books.'

Jazlyn quickly dove into her research, using a method called skimming, where she scanned only the table of contents and important sections of each book.

'Hmph, "The Secret to Good Luck"? Apparently, the energy of the universe helps you achieve success if you want it badly enough? Nonsense. No matter how much a commoner wishes to be royal, they cannot become one. This book was written by a fraud.'

She tossed that book aside and moved on to another.

'"Lucky Hero." This is just a novel... fiction, nothing of value here.'

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Flipping through one book after another, Jazlyn finally paused on a research paper written by an anthropologist.

'A study of luck in beastman culture...'

This one caught her attention. It was written by a scholar who had spent his life studying beastmen culture, and it was published 213 years ago. The table of contents looked promising.

'Maybe this one will provide a real explanation for luck.'

The paper began by explaining the worldview of the beastmen. According to them, the world had its own will, and every event in a mortal's life held meaning. Tribal leaders closely observed their surroundings to interpret the significance of unusual occurrences—what they called "signs"—in order to predict the future. Examples of such signs included encountering a bluebird, fruit growing on a dying tree, or a stone suddenly cracking. The beastmen believed these omens followed the laws of nature. A tree dying from lack of water would bloom only if it received just enough nutrients, and so on. The timing of these signs was beyond mortal comprehension, as the world operated on a level that transcended time and space. The beastmen simply accepted it.

Interestingly, the beastmen believed that the world showed these signs more frequently to those it loved. The degree to which a person was loved by the world, they called "luck."

'So, according to beastmen, luck is a sign of the world's love. That's an interesting way of looking at it, but Zeon's luck goes far beyond mere signs. I need to read more.'

The book explained the origins of this concept of luck. In beastman culture, their understanding of the world's love originated from their legendary ancestors—beings called "primitive were-animals." According to their lore, before the rise of gods, angels, and demons, the world was a chaotic place, beset by invaders from other dimensions. The world, in its infancy, created guardians to fend off these invaders—beasts of immense power who were deeply loved by the world. These were the primitive were-animals.

'This is intriguing. The beastmen claim that the gods came after the world was already created. If you said this aloud in the empire, the Inquisition would likely torture you. But let's read on.'

The primitive were-animals, revered by the beastmen as their gods and ancestors, were said to be blessed by the world in countless ways. Streams would spring forth when they were thirsty, paths would open when they needed to travel, and strengthening elixirs would appear when they required more power. The world loved them so much that they remained youthful for hundreds of millions of years, until they had defeated all invaders. Only when the world matured, and beings from other dimensions could no longer enter, did these animals grow old and pass away.

From these primitive beings, the beastmen were born—descendants of the great protectors loved by the world.

'Could Zeon's incredible luck be connected to these primitive were-animals? Could he be their descendant?'

Jazlyn shook her head.

'No, that can't be. Beastman blood is dominant. If Zeon had any beastman blood, it would be obvious. He's fully human. So why does Zeon possess luck akin to that of the primitive were-animals?'

After much contemplation, a new hypothesis began to form in her mind.

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