Chapter 140: Inspecting Their Breasts
Kalon looked at the line of trainees, then back at Nyphara.
"Alright. I’ll do it."
Nyphara nodded once, satisfied. Yildaphia stayed close to her side.
The six disciples straightened as Kalon walked toward the first girl in line.
Nyphara and Yildaphia moved with him.
The first disciple was a short girl with light-green leaf skin and small vines along her collarbones. Her closed robe sat stiff over her chest.
She kept her eyes down, clearly showing that she was in the presence of this Light Bringer .
"Tell me a bit about yourself," Kalon said with authority.
The girl’s voice was quiet and nervous.
"My name is Sera. I have trained here for two seasons. I tend the lower vine gardens and study the morning prayers."
While she spoke, Kalon reached out and opened the front of her robe. The fabric parted.
Her breasts were small and firm, the leaf-flesh smooth and tight, with almost no give when he lifted them. He ran his thumbs over the soft undersides and felt how little they moved.
Sera’s breath hitched. Her face darkened with clear embarrassment, but she did not step back.
Her hands stayed clenched at her sides while he felt the weight and shape of each breast.
She allowed herself to be fondled.
"Good," Kalon said. He closed her robe again and moved to the next.
The second disciple was taller, with deeper green skin and thin vine patterns running down her arms. She swallowed before speaking.
"I am Liora. I specialise in defensive earth skills. I am already nearing the low silver ranks. I have been waiting for recognition for one full season."
Kalon opened her robe. Her breasts were fuller than Sera’s, round and soft, with a clear heaviness to them.
When he cupped them they spilled slightly over his fingers. He pressed his palms against them and felt the give of the leaf-flesh.
Liora’s shoulders tensed. A thin line of nectar beaded at the outer curve of one breast under his touch.
Her face was hot with nerves, eyes fixed on the floor while he inspected her.
He closed her robe and stepped to the third.
The third girl had pale, almost yellow-green skin and a bush of hair with strawberry-like fruit growing from them.
She spoke faster than the others, as if she was being questioned by a commander.
"My name is Talla. I work with the berry records. I can sense which fruits are ready for harvest. I am still early in my training."
Her breasts were modest and slightly pointed, firmer than Liora’s but larger than Sera’s.
Kalon lifted them from below and felt the springy resistance of her leaf-skin. When he brushed his thumbs across the front, Talla’s whole body stiffened.
A small, embarrassed sound escaped her before she bit it back.
Nectar had already started to gather under his hands. She kept talking in a shaky voice until he finished and closed her robe.
The fourth disciple was broader in the shoulders, with rich green skin and small white flowers budding near her ears.
She forced herself to meet Kalon’s eyes for a second before looking away again.
"I am Veya. I train in combat growth. I can use a variety of neutral skills, as well as earth and water. I want to protect the outer paths."
His brows rose.
A dual affinity? Nice.
Kalon opened her robe. Her breasts were heavy and wide, with a soft, full shape that filled both of his hands easily.
The leaf-flesh was warm and already slightly slick. When he squeezed them gently, Veya’s breath came out in a short, uneven burst.
Her embarrassment was obvious in the way her ears darkened and her fingers twitched at her sides. He took his time feeling the weight and the way they settled back into place when he let go. Then he closed her robe and moved on.
The fifth girl was the smallest in the line. Her skin was a soft mid-green, and she looked younger than the rest. Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"My name is Niralana. I only arrived this season. I clean the lower halls and learn the basic forms. I am not sure I am ready."
Her breasts were very small for an adult, almost flat at the top with a soft lower curve. Even smaller than Yildaphia’s.
Kalon handled them carefully, feeling how delicate the leaf-flesh was under his fingers.
Niralana shook the entire time.
Her face was dark with shame and nerves, and a thin trail of nectar ran down the centre of her chest by the time he finished.
She kept her eyes tightly closed until he closed her robe again.
The last disciple stood very straight, as if posture alone could hide her nerves. Her skin was a deep, healthy green, and fine berry buds dotted her hair.
"I am Kessa. I have trained for three seasons. I assist with the evening rites and the care of the older vines. I have waited for this inspection."
Kalon opened her robe. Her breasts were the largest of the six, full, heavy, and soft, with a clear downward weight.
When he lifted them they were substantial in his hands.
The leaf-skin was smooth and already damp with nectar.
Kessa’s breathing turned shallow.
She stared at a fixed point on the far wall while he felt every part of them, checking shape, weight, and response. A visible shiver ran through her when his thumbs pressed near the centre.
He finished the inspection and closed her robe.
Kalon stepped back. The six disciples remained in line, robes once again covering their chests.
Most of them still looked nervous and unsteady.
The smell of fresh nectar was faint in the air around them.
Nyphara, who had watched the entire process in silence, finally spoke.
"Light Bringer. You have inspected them all. In your judgment, which of them are ready for recognition?"
Kalon looked along the line once more. Every one of them had reacted. Every one of them had produced nectar under his hands. None of them had pulled away.
"All of them," he said. "They’re ready, and I would like to give them my light."