Magical Carriage Experience

In the Love Empire, carriage transportation is divided into magical carriages for main roads and traditional carriages for ordinary use.

Magical carriages are specially developed by magicians, endowing the horses with magical abilities, allowing the carriages to run automatically along pre-set paths. Furthermore, because both the carriages and horses are enhanced with auxiliary magic by professional magicians, their speed far surpasses that of traditional carriages.

Another advantage of magical carriages is the reduction of manpower costs for drivers, as the routes are pre-planned, and the horses simply follow the map. Passengers can also handle minor matters such as stopping for meals or lodging themselves, representing a significant advancement in the empire's transportation history.

Therefore, this magical technology received strong support from the empire upon its introduction, and with the vigorous promotion by the Magical Carriage Guild, a transportation network between major towns has now been largely established. Whether transporting goods, shipping items, or traveling long distances, for a small extra fee, one can enjoy the more convenient and faster magical carriage service—who wouldn't want that?

Along the tree-lined avenue, an ordinary magical carriage sped along, but inside, the scene was quite different. The boy remained in the exact same spot as on the way there, slumped in a corner, his limbs curled up limply, utterly disheveled. The only slight difference was that his entire face and head were covered in bruises and swelling, and every exposed part of his body—his forearms, the backs of his hands, his neck, and his calves—was a bloody mess, covered in patches of bruises, red marks, and teeth marks—a truly gruesome sight.

If it weren't for the endless smile on the boy's face, one might think they had stumbled into the wrong movie set—

a erotic carriage themed around humiliation and discipline. But once the boy's expression appeared, it would immediately become clear: this was either a fan of alphanumeric characters or someone who had escaped from a research center for abnormal individuals.

"You're still laughing! How dare you laugh? Do you even have a face?" In the main seat of the carriage, the girl frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes glaring resentfully at the boy in the corner. She spoke irritably, but seeing the boy still grinning foolishly, her cheeks puffed out in anger, her delicate lips pursed into a small "X". Seeing the boy still staring blankly, the girl

lost interest in paying him any more attention. She began to tidy her slightly messy golden hair, and as she bent her arms upwards, she thrust her already unusually full breasts even higher.

Seeing this, the boy brazenly leered at her, his tongue even tracing a circle around his lips, his wicked intentions obvious.

Seeing the boy still displaying that infuriatingly unrepentant attitude, the girl felt a surge of helplessness. Her anger had dissipated, and she simply turned her head to the window, too lazy to pay any more attention to the repulsive boy.

The boy, huddled in a corner of the carriage, secretly pleased with himself. This trip to the Magic Apprentice Tournament had been incredibly rewarding. Not only had he broadened his horizons and gained experience, honed his skills in various spells, and enriched his practical experience—the most valuable asset for magic apprentices—he had also gained a deeper understanding of his own alchemical transformation. He was surprised to learn that under arousal, his alchemical power could become more condensed and its consumption greatly reduced. He had been completely unaware of this before; it seemed there were still many aspects of alchemy he didn't fully understand. He would definitely study it more thoroughly when he got back, and, ideally, he would invite Shelley to practice together—how wonderful… But all of this was only a small part of his gains. The real big prizes were two things: first, of course, the champion's prize—a pair of unlimited magical daggers. This morning, as Jones casually straightened his clothes, ignoring the boos around him, and leisurely followed the referee and host's instructions to walk off the stage to receive his award, no one expected that these magical daggers would be so exceptional. They had actually crossed the threshold of the divine artifact level.

Generally, unrestricted magical items, due to their difficulty in production and their adaptability to various spells due to their elemental nature, are at least at the rare level. Their primary use, of course, is for wealthy second-generation heirs at the level of magic apprentices and novice mages. It allows these heirs to use things far beyond their current capabilities in a short period. In contrast, truly advanced mages generally wouldn't intentionally choose such low-value items. Therefore, for Jones and Irene, both multi-elemental proficient, they were more of a transitional item. However, the pair of daggers awarded at this magic apprentice tournament gave Jones an unexpected surprise. Not only did they possess the inherent elemental nature to aid their spellcasting, but they also contained an extremely rare spatial spell—Instant Teleportation!

This Instant Teleportation spell, of course, wasn't cast unconditionally or without restriction. Its primary function stems from the fact that the creator pre-set spatial coordinates for each dagger, designating the other as the target of the spell.

Depending on the user's ability, upon request, activating the hidden magic on both daggers allows for instantaneous teleportation to the other wielder within a certain distance. This distance depends on the abilities of both users, and each dagger can be used once every twenty-four hours.

This was crafted over ten years by Hicks, a Grand Magister of the Space Department at Keynes Magic School, making it incredibly precious! Because of this magic, its rank is at least at the divine artifact level, making it an absolute force to be reckoned with in the Love Empire.

Grand Magisters of the Space Department are extremely rare. Jones had previously heard Milna mention that only three were widely known throughout the entire empire: her mentor was one, and Hicks of Keynes Magic School was another.

The third currently held a position in the empire, their work shrouded in mystery; Milna hadn't even mentioned their identity. Jones guessed they were likely important members involved in core empire intelligence and secrecy. Of the three, only Hicks possessed a genuine passion for crafting and a certain level of skill in it. Therefore, obtaining such a spatial magic artifact, perhaps extremely rare even in the entire empire, was an immense honor.

Jones was almost certain that this pair of daggers was originally "pre-selected" for one of their own at the Keynes Magic School, and this "own person" was likely the two magical apprentice couple Jones had seen who could cast intermediate spells. Their relationship with the school, or even with Hicks herself, must be quite extraordinary, because this pair of spatial magic artifact daggers had a beautiful name—the Rainbow Phoenix Twin Daggers. It was a twist of fate that he and Eileen had managed to ambush them using another spatial magic.

The daggers were male and female. The male was about an inch longer than the female, so Jones naturally took the male one. The daggers themselves weren't particularly sharp, but when Jones held them, the efficiency of his magical power seemed to increase by at least 20%, truly befitting a non-elemental artifact. The daggers had sheaths, each adorned with a beautiful, lifelike, and expressive phoenix—clearly extraordinary. Eileen was captivated by them, her desire to settle scores with Jones diminishing considerably.

Unfortunately, before the beautiful girl could even confront Jones, he shamelessly began harassing her. This was completely unexpected for Eileen. This was Jones's so-called second major gain.

Eileen had been her classmate for over two years, and in the same class for more than a year, but this proud and beautiful girl had almost no interaction with her. After all, most boys would have to consider whether they were good enough to curry favor with someone.

Unexpectedly, this magic apprenticeship competition brought him and Eileen to a truly intimate level. Not only was she completely naked, but her breasts and private parts, the most private parts of a young girl, were repeatedly rubbed and played with by him. She was even almost completely forced to perform oral sex on him, and perhaps even swallowed a small amount of the thick semen that she couldn't resist swallowing. How could Jones not feel incredibly satisfied with all of this? Moreover, when they returned, their extremely ambiguous posture was clearly seen by thousands of onlookers. Eileen was ashamed and indignant, but Jones felt no annoyance, because this vaguely made their relationship public, further creating a sense of fait accompli.

No male with a normal sexual orientation could be completely uninterested in a bright and pretty girl like Eileen. Jones naturally liked Eileen very much, especially after admiring her in the dimensional layer that morning, and was even more pleased that everything was developing in the direction he desired. However, after he returned to the hotel alone with the prize and found Eileen, she became cold and distant towards him.

Eileen's change of heart wasn't surprising, and Jones, not being stupid, quickly grasped her mindset. Eileen clearly couldn't accept how quickly their relationship had developed. Now that things were over, she was in a psychological protective phase, instinctively avoiding reality and cooling off to think about how to handle their future relationship. If he let time pass and missed this best opportunity, Eileen's defenses would gradually build, and their relationship might deteriorate further after returning to school, perhaps even reverting to its previous state. Jones naturally didn't want this.

But now she was completely ignoring him; what could he do?

Jones, having experienced the lower rungs of society, wasn't like some clueless guys who only deserved to be friend-zoned and would panic when a girl's attitude suddenly changed. His eyes darted around, recalling some of the sleazy tricks he'd heard about harassing respectable women in his childhood, and he had a plan.

Having already enjoyed the scenery of Cambridge the previous afternoon, the two didn't linger. After a quick brunch, they rented a carriage to return to school. Based on the time calculation, they could return just in time for the evening of the third day.

The carriage left Cambridge Town and entered the imperial main road. Aside from the occasional glimpse of other carriages passing by outside the window, the small space was deserted.

Jones licked his lips, mentally reviewing his methods, tactics, countermeasures, and even the possible consequences. He then launched a surprise attack on Eileen, who was oblivious to his schemes and engrossed in playing with her newly acquired artifact. Before Eileen could react with surprise, a hand forcefully slipped inside the collar of her loose-fitting clothes, firmly grasping one of her full, delicate breasts.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Jones didn't stop there. His other hand, now part of his attack, began to lift the fabric around Eileen's abdomen, launching another assault. Speed was of the essence; before Eileen could fully react, his other hand had already slipped through her bra, and both hands began to knead her breasts. Only

then did Eileen realize she had been subjected to such indecent assault. Startled, ashamed, and furious, Eileen was outraged. Ignoring Jones's soft murmurs of "I love you" and "I like you so much," she unleashed a barrage of attacks—pushing, shoving, pulling, twisting, pinching, biting, kicking, and butting—using every imaginable martial art imaginable. But Jones, seemingly possessed, completely disregarded Eileen's attacks, focusing solely on offense. Having already made her move, Eileen quickly felt a chill on her chest as her top and bra were pushed high up to her delicate collarbones, revealing her two full, white breasts. Before Eileen could even retreat and form a defensive stance, the enemy's main force had already begun its assault. A large, prepared mouth swiftly followed, sucking hard on one of her tender little cherries.

Jones relentlessly inhaled for several minutes, ignoring the onslaught of airborne attacks on his head and body. Determined to capture the leader first, he finally felt Eileen's fists gradually weaken, her thunderous rage turning into a gentle breeze, her screams and curses gradually transforming into sobbing pleas:

"Bastard, get away!"

"Stop, stop right now! I'll really get angry if you keep inhaling!"

"Do you want to die? Do you believe I'll kill you?"

"What are you trying to do? Ouch, be gentle..."

"Stop inhaling, can't we just talk this out?"

"Please, oh, stop, please stop."

"At least be gentle, okay? Oh, you're kissing me too hard. Waaah..." After a long while, Jones heard Eileen's voice change from extremely forceful to soft and sweet, even bordering on sobbing, before finally raising his head. Ignoring his bruised and battered appearance, he grinned shamelessly, his lips, which were pulled so hard they could barely close, and said, "I haven't kissed your breasts yet, this feels so good." Eileen had never suffered such a loss before. As soon as she finished speaking, a barrage of punches and kicks came flying at her.

Jones remained silent, neither retaliating nor arguing, his eyes fixed on the two trembling breasts that Eileen's clothes hadn't yet covered. While raising his hands to parry, he would also seize opportunities when Eileen was off guard during her aggressive counterattacks, repeatedly launching surprise attacks. His small, dragon-like hands would suddenly reach out to touch or pinch, while his small, star-picking hands would pay special attention to the tender, saliva-covered nipple. Whenever his two fingers found an opening, a gentle pinch on the pink tip of the nipple felt like the work of three thousand elite soldiers, instantly weakening the enemy's offensive for a considerable time.

This unequal exchange of blows lasted for another five or six minutes before Eileen, having had her clothes pulled down and reinforced her defenses, finally mustered all her strength and kicked Jones, who had almost completely given up on defense, into a corner of the carriage.

Jones watched as Eileen sat back down in a huff, temporarily pausing the fight. He began casting a few light healing spells on himself while savoring the alluring sensation of the beautiful girl. These simple physical injuries and subcutaneous abrasions were hardly a big deal. Eileen wasn't a martial artist; she was delicate and weak, and she genuinely didn't know how to use her fighting spirit. Moreover, she had been held tightly in his arms, and her hands were in an awkward position, so apart from pounding his back, she couldn't exert much force. As long as it wasn't a broken bone, with the help of simple light healing, these pinch marks, teeth marks, scratches, and bruises would be completely gone by tomorrow morning at the latest. After all, they had just had a wild and unrestrained match in the finals that morning, and Eileen wasn't particularly averse to his intimacy. From the inconsistent force of her attacks and the fact that they weren't targeting vital points that could kill or seriously injure, he could sense her inner panic and confusion. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been met with simple punches and kicks, but rather with a few ice blades and frost swords stabbing him to the point of bleeding.

If Eileen truly felt nothing for him, and didn't have time to cast a spell, then she definitely had time to draw the newly acquired Phoenix Twin Daggers. A few stabs to his arm and back would probably make him never dare to think of stabbing Eileen again. He was busy sucking on her breasts at the time, and although he didn't see Eileen's expression or actions, he heard her throw away the unsheathed dagger before beating him. Thinking of this, Jones felt a surge of joy, his soul filled with sweetness.

His risky attack was naturally aimed at quickly breaking through Eileen's hardened shell, and he had indeed achieved great success. But that wasn't enough. Jones limped over, his mouth twisted, and sat down next to Eileen, forcefully embracing the pouting, sulking Eileen, and began to pour out his heart, coaxing and acting. His mouth, still wet behind the ears, shamelessly spouted eloquent words, showering Eileen with sweet talk. He described his feelings for her, from the initial amazement at their first meeting at school, to his infatuation during the talent assessment, then his year-long unrequited love, to the elation and joy of learning they could compete together, and finally, the miraculous stroke of fate that morning… Eileen, raised in a privileged environment, though proud and rebellious, had never witnessed such a display. Her aloofness had prevented her from ever encountering such flowery language. Jones quickly charmed the lovestruck girl, easily ignoring the numerous flaws in his explanations. He reasoned that since their relationship was already so ambiguous, it was best to let things develop and see. Blushing and head bowed, she listened to the boy's sweet words, ceasing her resistance. Finally, as the boy's voice grew softer, his breathing heavier, and the distance drew ever closer, she slipped and, in a moment of carelessness, her two moist, fragrant lips were captured by him.

Soon, Jones's tongue also broke through, its gentle yet firm touch carving a path between her pearly teeth, hooking and entangling her elusive, slippery tongue, and beginning to suckle vigorously. He then pressed down, pinning the beautiful girl in his arms against the carriage bench.

Jones's one hand still around Eileen's slender waist, while the other slipped under her clothes to grasp one of her delicate breasts, Eileen merely twisted slightly before ceasing her resistance, allowing the man to knead and fondle her supple flesh.

Jones's lust flared, and his erection soon became even more vigorous than during their previous exchange. After all, he had to be distracted to observe the situation and defend himself during the previous wave, but now he was fully focused and ready to charge into battle and strike at the enemy's stronghold at the general's command.

Jones kissed Eileen tenderly, savoring the sweet, moist taste of the beautiful young woman's lips and tongue. The girl beneath him seemed aroused; the full breast he was pressing down on began to rise and fall, her breath grew hotter, and her eyes seemed to glow with a seductive light.

Jones felt the time was right, and one hand quietly slid down to Eileen's waist, his fingertips lightly probing her belt, already exploring a little. But before he could delve deeper, Eileen's delicate hand gently pulled him out. Jones was unwilling to give up and wanted to explore further, but Eileen pushed him away slightly, her flushed face changing slightly as she scolded, "Don't go in!" "Why?" Jones feigned ignorance, seeing that Eileen's expression had regained some clarity, and then grabbed her arms, pleading, "Please, let me touch you. Just a little while, just a little while." "No means no! No discussion!" Eileen's tone was firm.

Jones reluctantly gave up, then began to consider whether to launch another sneak attack, but Eileen continued, "If you dare to do anything reckless again, believe me, I'll never speak to you again!" "Yes, yes. Whatever you say," Jones quickly replied, pulling Eileen into his arms again, kissing her, and then slipping one hand inside the girl's clothes, finding a soft, plump breast and kneading it.

This time, Eileen didn't stop him, as if she had already accepted the fate of her breasts, only whispering to Jones again, "Jones, we've already gone too fast. My mind is in turmoil, can you give me some time to adjust?" Jones knew perfectly well that Eileen was in turmoil, thinking to himself, "If you're not in turmoil, where will I get my chance?" Of course, he dared not say this aloud, nor did he dare to push Eileen too far; offense and defense must be measured, lest it backfire. He only gently comforted the beauty in his arms. Sweet words flowed freely, interspersed with occasional soft moans and playful gasps from the girl. The carriage curtains were already drawn, and though separated by a curtain, the atmosphere inside and out was one of boundless springtime.

Based on the carriage's speed, they would return to the main city of love by the evening of the day after tomorrow, leaving Jones with two full days to spend alone with the beautiful girl. Jones wasn't in a hurry, especially since his goal wasn't necessarily to consummate their relationship on the journey. Once he opened her heart, there would be plenty of time and opportunities after returning to school.

Besides, even at this stage, the return trip was vastly different from the journey there, and today was only the first day of their return trip; the enchanting scenery of the next two days was self-evident.

Jones and Eileen disembarked at the post station at the foot of the hill on the evening of the third day. The sun was almost setting, but they were practically outside the school gates; crossing the hill would take no more than twenty minutes. They figured they could still make it back to school in time for dinner at the cafeteria.

For the past three days, Jones had thoroughly explored and kissed Eileen in the carriage, examining and savoring her every inch of her body. The only price was a few quick-healing cuts, which he had long since grown accustomed to. He used this opportunity to meticulously examine every part of her body—where her muscles were firmer, her skin more delicate, her breasts fuller, and her skin smoother. And her most prized possession, which she had so carefully guarded, had finally been conquered by his fingers just before they got off the carriage.

Although he hadn't achieved true ecstasy, Jones was extremely satisfied. Although the beautiful girl had solemnly warned him that after returning to school, there would be no further contact, let alone such intimate contact, Jones believed that it wouldn't be long before he would find the right time and place to devour her completely.

[The End]

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