Chapter 119. I need test subjects
It felt like steam was about to burst out of my skull.
Studying mnemomancy wasn’t even close to what I expected. The language alone twisted my tongue in unnatural ways. Eventually, I passed out in the library, face-first into an old tome, only to be jolted awake by none other than Elaris—the Matriarch herself.
I groaned and cracked an eye open.
She wasn’t wearing a damn thing.
I blinked. Once. Twice.
Still naked.
"Oi... why the hell aren’t you wearing clothes?" I growled, rubbing my temple.
She smirked and slid my book to the side with one hand, then gracefully perched herself on the edge of my desk like a goddess descending from the heavens—if goddesses flaunted flawless curves and perky tits without a shred of shame.
"You hate seeing me naked?" she teased, cupping her full breasts with a soft sigh.
I twitched, heat crawling up my neck. "No... it’s just... distracting."
Understatement of the damn year. I might not be into elves all that much, but Elaris? She was sex on legs.