Mira returned with the cardigan draped over her arm, quiet and unhurried, as if she fetched clothing for professors after shared debauchery on a regular basis.
Mrs. Foxwell accepted it with a hum of satisfaction, shrugging it on over her shoulders without bothering to button it. The soft cream fabric settled around her like a robe, covering just enough to be technically decent, which Arthur suspected was the entire point.
"There." She smoothed her auburn hair back with both hands, ran a thumb under each eye, and somehow managed to look like a woman who had simply stepped in from a cool evening rather than one who'd spent the last hour systematically dismantling two people. "Much better."
Arthur stared at her.
'How.'
She caught his expression and smiled. "The bathroom is through that door, darling. Be quick about it."
Arthur went first. As he splashed cold water on his face, and straightened his clothes he looked in the mirror taking a moment to go over what happened..
'I came here to enroll. When did that turn into me having sex with my MILF professor.' Shaking his head he dried off his hands rolling his sleeves back down.
Mira slipped past him next, and when she returned she had fixed her hair and pressed her uniform smooth, her expression back to its usual composed self. Only the faint color still sitting high in her cheeks gave anything away.
Mrs. Foxwell was already seated behind her desk.
She had lit a second lamp and landed out a pot of tea that sat at the corner that Arthur was fairly certain hadn't been there before.
She gestured to the two chairs across from her without looking up from the file she'd opened.
They sat.
The office was quiet as two watch Mrs. Foxwell goes through a file as the clock on the wall ticks past 1.5 hours since they arrive.
Mrs. Foxwell closes the folder with her hands now resting on top of it. Looked at Arthur with those sharp hazel eyes and absolutely nothing embarrassed behind them.
"First things first, I think it's time we get to know each other a little better." She held out her hand. "My name is Robin Foxwell, and I'll be your bloodline advisor for the duration of your time at Aurelius."
Arthur took her hand and shook it. Her grip was firm and professional, which Arthur returned in kind.
The hand shake was a very different energy from the woman who had been sitting in his lap twenty minutes ago.
"Arthur Webb," he said.
"I know." She slid the folder across the desk to him.
He opened it and began skimming as Robin leaned back and started to speak.
"Ever since your family announced your intentions to enroll, we've kept a tab on you. Standard procedure for any bloodline that could pose a risk to the student body, if the assessment had gone the other way, we would have asked you to leave."
She folded her hands on the desk.
"But thankfully, that won't be the case. Having had the chance to..." she paused, a small smile crossing her lips, "...learn more about you firsthand, I see no reason your bloodline poses any danger to those around you. If anything, I suspect people are going to like what you can do."
She licked her lips.
Arthur gulped internally. His mind was entirely willing to keep things professional, his body on the other hand… considerably less cooperative.
"Especially since you can help others cultivate without going through conventional means." Her gaze drifted to Mira. "I'm even a little curious myself about what it would do for me, a peak Gold."
She let that hang in the air for exactly one beat before continuing. "Though for now, I'll simply observe little Mira over here and see how the Mark affects its carrier firsthand."
She tilted her head at Mira. "You don't have an issue with that, do you darling?"
"If my master agrees, I see no issue with it," Mira said, turning to Arthur for his permission.
"I don't see why not," Arthur said.
"Good." Robin nodded once. "Now, on to the official assessment of your bloodline." She laced her fingers together.
"Based on what I know, your Mark can be placed on women you deem yours. Depending on the depth of your bond; love, intimacy, shared experience you can extract a portion of the essence produced when your marked woman is with another. However, that extraction only triggers when she climaxes, as the release is what breaks the seal the Mark places on stored essence." She paused.
"Fortunately for you, you seem well equipped for that particular requirement." Her eyes dropped pointedly below his waistline.
"Thank you," Arthur said, entirely without shame, as who wouldn't feel good about their MILF advisor speaking well about their tools.
"Don't let it go to your head," Robin said, though her expression suggested she found this response acceptable. "Because here is where things get more complicated." She reached forward and tapped the bottom of the open folder. "Your bloodline overall rates at Emerald class. Higher than the norm for a bloodline that bypasses conventional cultivation, and the reason for that is."
Arthur followed her finger to where bold text sat at the bottom of the page.
POSSIBLE PSYCHOLOGICAL INFLUENCE ON MARKED INDIVIDUALS TO ALIGN WITH CULTIVATION NEEDS. FURTHER TESTING REQUIRED.
"What does that mean exactly?" Arthur asked, his tone carefully neutral.
"Spectral bloodlines have a documented history of affecting the minds of both users and recipients," Robin said, settling back. "A common example is the Ghost Hand bloodline; the user shapes their mana into a spectral form capable of dulling or destabilizing the mental state of anyone it touches. Disorientation, suggestibility, lowered inhibitions." She met his eyes. "Your's works a bit differently. Rather than weakening the mind outright, I believe it may be doing something considerably more subtle."
She paused, letting him sit with that before continuing.
"Each time you use the Mark to break the seal and collect essence, I get the feeling the process may gradually amplify the marked woman's existing kinks and sexual desires. Whatever is already part of her nature simply becomes more prominent."
"More entwined," Arthur adds, his voice measured and clinical.
"Exactly. The practical effect is that your marked women become progressively more willing, more responsive, and more naturally oriented toward the behaviors that generate essence for you. It makes cultivation easier the longer the Mark is in place."
The office was very quiet.
"That's a lot to take in," Arthur said.
"That it is. Though do note that the information I have on you is still limited as it takes multiple occasions to truly understand how a bloodline functions and what it's capable of. But that is what I can give you for now."
Robin said, grabbing the folder and tucking it back into the filing cabinet.
"Well, thanks for telling me what you could. While I knew most of it already, it definitely helps to know I may be changing those I mark." Arthur said, turning briefly to Mira with a look that said clearly enough they would need to talk later.
"No need to thank me, as your advisor, it's the least I could do. Now, let's get you everything you need for the academy."
Following this, Robin helped Arthur set up his classes and dormitory room, giving him a full rundown of the rules and expected behaviors.
As they worked through the rest of his enrollment the clock continued to tick, eventually reaching two and a half hours since he had first stumbled through her door.
"And with that, we're done." Robin smiled as she handed over his final items room key, class schedule, and a listing of available clubs and activities.
"Thank you, Mrs. Foxwell," Arthur said kindly.
"Baby, just call me Robin." She said with a sly smile, which Arthur couldn't help but look away from the moment she said it.
"And don't worry," she added, letting her cardigan slip open just enough to offer a teasing glimpse beneath. "I'll be giving you a call we have quite a bit of business ahead of us."
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