The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 86 The First Magic Class (End) Princess Carry [18+)

Mikhailis glanced at Lira, his glasses adjusting slightly as Rodion's voice piped in.

Mikhailis cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the lingering tension in the room. Serelith turned her attention back to him, her movements a bit slower, a sleepy smile lingering on her lips.

"Try forming the magic in your palm again, Your Highness," Serelith said softly, her voice tired but encouraging.

Mikhailis extended his hand, focusing on the energy he had just started to grasp. The magic seemed to pulse in his veins now, almost as if it had always been there, waiting to be unlocked. His fingers twitched as he focused harder, and slowly but surely, a small, dark green plant began to sprout from his palm.

Its leaves unfurled gently, and he could feel the warmth of its life force tingling against his skin.

He stared at it, somewhat mesmerized. This was real magic—his magic. And for the first time, it felt easy, natural. Something about it felt right, as if he had crossed a threshold. He couldn't quite place it, but something within him had shifted. He could feel his power rising, pushing against some invisible barrier.

It wasn't just [Baron] rank anymore; he was on the verge of becoming something more.

"Congratulations," Serelith said with a quiet smile, her eyes half-lidded.

"You've taken your first real step into the world of magic, Your Highness. And you should be proud—it's quite rare for someone to advance so quickly."

Mikhailis glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"It's all thanks to your teachings, Serelith."

Serelith let out a soft chuckle and pinched his arm playfully. She leaned in close, her voice a teasing whisper.

"It's because you drained my magic dry today, but I suppose you compensated by filling me with your seed." She cleared her throat, her cheeks tinged with pink.

"Ahem, well... Let's continue your lessons in three days. There will be two magic sessions each week from now on, so you'd better be prepared."

Mikhailis stood, stretching his limbs as he glanced down at Serelith, who was still sitting. No, more like trying to stand. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and she failed to find her balance. He raised an eyebrow at the sight, clearly amused. Serelith, the ever-composed court magician, reduced to this state.

He then noticed the time. Almost noon. Lira, who had been awkwardly standing by the door, looked antsy, likely wanting to leave and prepare lunch for the group. Mikhailis turned to her and nodded.

"It's alright, Lira. Go ahead and fetch lunch for us," he said with a smile.

Lira hesitated for a moment, glancing between Mikhailis and Serelith, her brow furrowed in confusion. But after a moment, she bowed slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness. Please wait in your chambers. I'll bring lunch shortly."

"Wait."

Mikhailis stopped, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Hm?"

Serelith raised her chin slightly, her lips forming a pout, her eyes wide with a look that could only be described as cute.

She was asking for a kiss.

Mikhailis couldn't help but chuckle. He walked over to her, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. She huffed, looking like she was about to protest, but before she could say anything, Mikhailis captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, and for a brief moment, the world melted away, leaving only the two of them.

When he finally pulled away, Serelith looked breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with lingering desire.

"Done," Mikhailis said with a grin, straightening up.

As he glanced down, his eyes caught sight of the front of her robes. The fabric was damp—both front and back, thanks to the considerable amount of seed he had left inside her. He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

There's an addicting satisfaction from seeing the beautiful court magician being filled with his seed.

"Better get that cleaned up," he teased lightly.

"See you later, Serelith."

And with that, he turned and left the room, making his way back to his own chambers, a satisfied grin still on his face.

The castle halls were quiet as Mikhailis walked back, his thoughts lingering on the events of the day. He had come a long way from the eccentric prince obsessed with insects and anime, now a man on the verge of unlocking his full magical potential. His bond with Serelith had deepened, and his power was growing faster than he had anticipated.

As he reached his room, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Just another day in the life of Prince Mikhailis Volkov," he muttered under his breath.

Rodion's voice echoed in his ear.

Mikhailis laughed, shaking his head as he entered his chambers.

"Come on, Rodion. You know you love it. And I'm not the one who started it in the first place,"