Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702 157.5 - The Trip

'Humph! Take this!'

Irina didn't give herself time to second-guess as she shifted across the bed and wrapped her arms around Astron from behind. The warmth of his body was startling, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing under her touch. For a brief moment, she hesitated, almost surprised at herself, but she didn't let go.

Astron flinched slightly, his posture stiffening. "What are you doing?" he asked his voice calm but edged with a subtle tension.

"Nothing," Irina replied innocently, though her grip remained firm.

"This doesn't feel like nothing," he said, his tone now carrying a hint of dry humor.

"It may not feel like it, but it is nothing," she retorted, her voice light and unbothered.

"Don't slide your arms," he warned, his sharp purple eyes flicking toward her as if he could sense her next move.

She smirked slightly, leaning just a bit closer. "What are you going to do?"

Astron sighed, his gaze returning to the window. "Aren't you pushing it a bit far?"

"So what?" she replied, her tone more defiant now. "Is it wrong?"

"Wrong?" He paused, his voice steady but thoughtful. "I don't know. But it certainly feels quite… fast."

Irina chuckled softly, resting her chin lightly against his shoulder. "I disagree," she said, her voice carrying a playful edge. "I feel like I've waited for a long time already."

Astron turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze meeting hers. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, but the faintest twitch of his lips suggested he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to appear.

"Do whatever you want."

"Hehehehe…" Irina giggled softly, a note of triumph in her voice as she buried her face against Astron's back. The warmth of his body was less than she'd expected, a faint chill clinging to him that made her pause for a moment. Whether it was the contrast with her own warmth or something intrinsic to him, she couldn't quite tell.

Still, she didn't pull away. Instead, she tightened her hold, her arms wrapping securely around his waist as she let herself sink into the moment. The faint scent of him—a clean, subtle fragrance with a hint of something sharper, like steel or ozone—lingered in the air. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to make her heart beat just a little faster. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"You're cold," Irina murmured again, her voice soft and slightly muffled against Astron's back.

Astron glanced over his shoulder, his sharp purple eyes flickering with curiosity. "That's how I usually am," he replied evenly. "You're the one that's hot."

Irina stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushing at his choice of words. "W-What?" she sputtered, but before she could gather herself, he continued.

"It appears you're feeling something," Astron remarked, his voice calm but with a faint edge of teasing. "Maybe… cool down a bit?"

Her face turned crimson as his words fully registered. Feeling something? Cool down? She buried her face further into his back, more out of embarrassment than anything else. This guy! He's impossible!

But as quickly as the flustered thoughts came, Irina's defiance flared up. So what if I feel a little warm? It's not like I'm doing anything wrong. Why should I care what he thinks?

"So what?" she said aloud, her voice gaining a bold edge. "What if I feel a little warm? You'll just have to deal with it."

Astron sighed softly, his tone neutral as ever. "I guess," he said, a faint trace of resignation in his voice.

Irina smirked, her embarrassment now tempered with a small sense of victory. She tightened her hold slightly, resting her cheek against his back as the tension of the moment began to fade. The soft hum of the train and the gentle motion of its journey wrapped around them like a cocoon.

"Goodnight, Astron," she murmured, her voice softer now, the earlier teasing replaced with a quiet sincerity.

Astron didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed out the window. Then, with a calm steadiness that was so uniquely him, he said, "Goodnight."

The cabin fell into a peaceful silence, and slowly but surely, the two drifted off to sleep, their breaths falling into an unspoken rhythm as the train carried them further into the night.

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Irina's dream unfolded like a vivid, forbidden fantasy. The warmth of an unseen presence, the closeness of a certain someone, the intensity of shared glances that led to something far more daring—it was all too real, too overwhelming. Her heart raced, her body responding in ways she hadn't expected, and as the dream grew more intense, a rush of emotions and sensations coursed through her.