Fike's face flushed red as he felt his mind go blank.

He could only be at the mercy of Senior Molly.

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As for her heart-pounding words, Fike simply nodded at them blankly.

Looking at Fike, who seemed to have lost all expression, Sertia grew both embarrassed and angry.

Looking at senior Molly in exasperation, she argued.

"Who allowed you to treat him like this? Did he agree to you doing this?"

The senior smiled contemptuously in response.

"Did it look like Fike was rejecting me just now?

"He was trying to cooperate with my mouth!"

Molly looked at Sertia as she said with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Fike had completely lost the strength to speak.

He simply laid on the sofa quietly, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure.

Seeing him like this, Sertia finally exploded.

"Fike! If that's what you want, I can do it too!"

With his consciousness still blurry, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him as he said in a relaxed manner.

"Yes, yes."

Fike's mind was blank, and he could only reply absent-mindedly.

Hearing his response, Sertia was so anxious that she actually bent down, kneeling under the table.

Her head emerged from underneath, resting on Fike's crotch.

Finally, Fike snapped awake from his cloudy daze.

"Sertia, what do you... What do you want?"

Sertia replied somewhat anxiously and bashfully.

"Do you really need me to say it to make you happy?"

Seeing Sertia reach out her hand towards his little brother who had not yet fully recovered its vitality, Fike hurriedly stuffed it back into his pants.

Sertia protested angrily as she saw his reaction.

"What, Molly can, but I can't?"

Fike quickly tried to explain himself.

"No, Sertia, I didn't mean that."

"Then why don't you let go?"

Sertia was already lying on her stomach, pulling at Fike's pants.

Fike held them up tightly, not giving her the chance to take advantage of him.

Seeing that he had no intention of backing down, Sertia could only surrender resentfully.

She returned to her seat from under the corner of the table.

"Sertia, in my eyes... you are not the kind of girl who is cheap."

As soon as he spoke, Fike immediately realized that he had probably said something bad.

However, Molly, who was still seated beside him, was not bothered at this.

Instead, she looked at Fike with a gentle expression and smiled calmly.

"It's okay! Fike, as long as you want it, I'll help you out at any time!"

The atmosphere became awkward again, all three of them were speechless at the comment.

Irene tried to take it upon herself to break the frozen situation.

"In that case, why don't Senior Molly make it big, and Sertia make it small!"

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere became even more ambiguous.

Seeing that no one was responding, Irene finally realized that she should stop treading this dangerous conversation as well.

Soon after, the four of them ate in silence.

The rest of the meal was over soon.

Before they left, Senior Molly shot a flirtatious glance at Fike.

"Fike, if you still want it, remember to look for me! I'll be waiting!"

Sertia, who was standing beside Fike, pinched his arm.

Fike could only smile awkwardly back at his senior.

Because Sertia had wanted to talk to Fike, the four of them split into two groups as they left.

On the way back to the dormitory, Fike and Sertia looked at each other speechlessly.

The moon tonight was extremely soft and beautiful, its moonlight shining gently on the long and empty streets.

A breeze blew past, swaying the trees by the roadside. The leaves rustled.

Sertia suddenly raised her head to look at Fike before asking sincerely.

"Do you like me, Fike?"

Fike looked back at the bashful Sertia, somewhat at a loss.

Then, he nodded silently.

In Fike's heart, he did not know whether his love for Sertia had been due to naturally occuring romance, or because they had been partners in a life-or-death situation.

Seeing his nod, Sertia took the initiative to hold Fike's hand as they strolled around the campus.

"You have to work hard in tomorrow's competition! Strive to win first place for your Spell School!"

Sertia said cheerily.

"Don't worry! There won't be any problems!"

Fike responded.

The pair chatted happily as they made their way to their respective dormitories.

"Then, Sertia, rest early!"

Fike smiled gently.

"You too!"

Sertia's gaze was somewhat evasive as she replied.

Just as Fike had been about to turn around to leave, Sertia suddenly stopped him.

"Fike! If you... want it, remember to look for me. Do you understand? Don't go to that senior Molly again!"

Fike turned back to the somewhat bashful Sertia as she pouted. He smiled.

"Don't worry!"

He reassured her gently.

Back in the dormitory, Fike began to recall the incidents that had happened today.

When he came to the part about Molly, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Why did Senior Molly do that? Could she..."

Meanwhile, Molly was recalling what had happened.

Truthfully, in her heart, she obviously liked Fike, but she had been too ashamed to express it.

However, when she'd seen Fike and Sertia together in the couple's restaurant earlier, the restlessness in her heart had finally arrived at a boiling point.

Although it was a bold way to express her feelings to say the least, she did not regret it.

'If only he could like me too…'

The voice in her heart sighed.

At the same time, Fike dispelled his wild thoughts, and finally started to focus on the matches that were to take place tomorrow.

He opened his personal attributes panel to check on his current status.

[Player: Fike]

[Level: 158]

[Equipment: Demonic Sword - Hermes' Curse, Infinite Ring, Demon Flame Coat...]

[Skills: Primordial Power - First Stage, Level One: Overlord's Body, 32 Swords Slash, Mind Transfer Technique, Healing, Alchemy, Holy Sublimation]

[Class: Priest]

[Experience: 156,120/999,000]

[Combat Power: 7801]

Looking at his skyrocketing combat power, Fike smiled.

'It seems that the demonic sword has increased my combat power by a lot!'

He then took out the Primordial Power.

'Since my condition has improved, why not…'