Chapter 370: Dragon And Fox

For one long, frozen heartbeat, no one moved.

Then the reactions hit like a chain explosion.

Two of the girls slapped their hands over their mouths, muffled gasps escaping between fingers.

Another turned bright crimson from neck to hairline, scales practically glowing with heat.

Ursula’s tail went rigid, eyes so wide the slit pupils had nearly disappeared.

They had all seen enough to understand exactly what had happened.

It wasn’t just that Maria had been sitting on his lap.

She had been sitting on his cock.

The entire time.

While they’d been standing there—pleading, arguing, surrounding them—Maria had been quietly, calmly, impaled on him.

His thick length buried deep inside her pussy, stretching her, filling her, while she braided her hair and traded barbs like nothing was happening.

The glossy sheen coating his shaft hadn’t come from simple grinding or teasing.

It had come from being inside her—deep, snug, wet for who knew how long.

And the size—

Gods.

Even soft it would have been intimidating.

Fully erect and glistening?

It looked like he had a pure-blooded dragon coiled in his pants.

Thick veins, flared head, length that made their own tails twitch involuntarily in instinctive comparison.

No human should be that big.

No one should be walking around with that between their legs.

Maria, meanwhile, didn’t even flinch.

She simply reached down—calm as if adjusting a sock—hooked her fingers into the sides of her soaked underwear, and pulled them back into place.

The wet fabric clung obscenely to her folds for a second before settling.

Then she smoothed her skirt again.

And smiled.

A small, satisfied curve of her lips like someone who’d just finished a particularly enjoyable meal.

She then glanced down at the stunned dragon girls.

"What?" She asked mildly. "Never seen two people enjoying each other’s company before?"

Ursula made a strangled noise somewhere between a cough and a whimper.

Meanwhile, Mika slowly stood up, the fabric of his trousers still straining slightly

"This..." Mika muttered, his voice cracking with a mix of annoyance and lingering heat. "...is exactly why I told you guys to look away. We could have avoided this. All of us..."

"...But no, you just had to stay and watch the show."

Ursula finally snapped out of her stupor. She shook her head violently—once, twice—then slapped both her cheeks hard enough to make the sound echo off the walls.

"No—no time." She said, voice cracking before steadying. "There’s no time. No time to waste. My lady and your...sister...need us right now."

"Or rather...they need you."

Before Mika could protest again, Ursula lunged forward and grabbed his wrist with surprising strength. Her scaled fingers locked around him like a claw.

"Come on!"

She yanked.

Mika stumbled half a step, dragged forward like a reluctant child being pulled to the principal’s office.

"Hey—easy!"

But Ursula wasn’t listening.

She marched down the staircase with single-minded determination, the other five dragon girls falling in around them like an honor guard.

But every single one of them kept their eyes firmly forward, pointedly avoiding looking at either Mika or Maria.

As he was hauled out of the room, Mika looked back over his shoulder.

He managed a weak, tired wave toward Maria.

Maria lifted her hand in return, waving back with the same serene smile.

Inside though, she could still feel him.

The thick, lingering pulse of his cock—throbbed faintly against her inner walls with every step she took.

Warmth leaked slowly down her thighs; her underwear was already soaked through again.

But she didn’t mind.

Not even a little.

Rather she was more focused on what exactly was going on with this supposed ’sister’ of Mika for him to be dragged off like this.

—

Maria wasn’t the only one wondering what was happening.

Across campus, someone else was just as confused...maybe even more.

Regan stood in front of the main football pitch, hands on his hips, squinting at the crowd that had gathered like a living wall of noise.

He had seen all kinds of commotions in schools before—

Petty fights, prank wars, a student sneaking a pet goat into class once.

—but nothing like this.

"What in the world..." He muttered, furrowing his thick brow.

Regan was the new PE teacher at Solaria Beyond Academy, and he looked every bit the part of a man who had spent half his life yelling at teenagers to ’run faster.’

Bald head glinting in the afternoon sun, a heavy beard that reached his collar, tracksuit stretching over his broad shoulders.

The man radiated authority.

He had come a long way to get here.

Until a few months ago, he had been teaching in a small countryside school far from the city—a quiet place surrounded by rice fields and forests, where students still respected their teachers and said ’good morning’ without being told.

His old students had gone on to become athletes, local heroes even, thanks to his discipline and training.

That success had earned him an invitation to the prestigious Solaria Academy.

It was supposed to be a promotion—a dream job.

But reality?

"Bunch of spoiled city brats..." He grumbled under his breath.

The students here were...different.

Some were polite, sure, but others acted like miniature nobles.

Many weren’t even human—tails, horns, glowing eyes, scales.

And the so-called Blessed.

Regan didn’t dislike them, but he wasn’t used to it either.

Out in the countryside, blessed individuals were stories told around campfires—heroic soldiers or terrifying monsters.

He’d never actually had to teach one before.

Still, he was determined to make it work.

A job like this meant stability, respect, maybe even enough savings for his dream gym someday.

So he kept his head down, did his job, and ignored the occasional tail swishing across his classroom floor.

Right now, though, he was completely out of his depth.

He’d just finished lunch—the one redeeming thing about this place, really—and was heading back toward the athletics block when he noticed the crowd.

A massive crowd.

Hundreds of students had gathered around the football pitch, packed shoulder to shoulder, phones out, murmuring excitedly.

Regan’s brow furrowed. "Oh, for heaven’s sake. Not another brawl."

He strode forward, pulling out his whistle and blowing it sharply.

"Alright! Everyone move! Back off, this isn’t a circus!"

But no one moved.

No one even heard him.

They were too focused on whatever was happening in the center of the field.

Regan frowned harder, elbowing his way through the throng. "

Hey— move, move! Let the staff through! Do you all want detention or what?"

Still nothing. Just murmurs and flashes of camera lights.

By the time he finally pushed his way to the front, his patience was wearing thin.

But the moment he broke through the crowd and saw what they were looking at—his words died in his throat.

"What the hell..." He whispered.

On the football pitch below, wasn’t a small skirmish between two teams over a tackle that went wrong like he thought it was. Rather...

...there were actually two armies stood facing each other!

On the left side, rows of human students, all of them Blessed, stood shoulder to shoulder.

Boys and girls, dressed in sleek black military uniforms with matching hats.

Their eyes were cold, disciplined—their formation so rigid it looked like they’d been drilled by the army itself.

Even the air around them seemed heavy, charged with something dangerous.

And opposite them—

Regan’s jaw dropped.

Not a single human.

Beastkin, elves, dragonfolk, aquatic demi-humans, and more—students of every imaginable race stood shoulder to shoulder.

Long ears, gleaming scales, furred tails, glowing markings. Each one looked ready to tear into the other side the second someone moved.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

It wasn’t just rivalry...it was the kind of silence that came before a war.

"What in the world..." Regan muttered again, eyes darting between the two groups.

He’d heard about occasional scuffles between human and non-human students—misunderstandings, culture clashes.

But this? This was a full-scale standoff.

He cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Hey! You kids—what’s going on here?! Stop this nonsense and back off before—"

He stopped mid-sentence when he realized...no one was even looking at the field.

The students around him weren’t focused on the two sides glaring at each other.

Their eyes were turned upward, wide with awe, cameras pointing toward the sky.

Regan blinked. "What are you all staring a—"

And when he looked up—his heart skipped a beat.

The real war wasn’t on the ground.

It was in the sky.

Two massive forces clashed above the football pitch, the air trembling under the weight of their power.

One radiated a searing blue light that cracked like lightning through the clouds, while the other burned with a dark red and black aura that swirled like molten fire.

The sky was being torn apart where the two energies met, thunder rolling across the academy grounds.

Regan’s mouth fell open. "What in God’s—"

His words trailed off as his eyes focused on the two figures floating high above.

The first was clearly from the dragon race—even a man like him, who’d barely seen any ’otherworldly beings’ could tell instantly.

A long black tail, lined with shimmering scales that caught the light, swayed behind her. Every movement elegant yet heavy with power.

Her horns curved back from her head like obsidian blades, smooth and flawless.

Even the faint scales across her cheeks glinted, giving her a fierce, regal allure.

Regan muttered to himself, voice caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

"Good lord...she’s an actual dragon woman..."

But what struck him next wasn’t her ferocity—it was the contradiction of her features.

For someone unleashing such monstrous power, her face looked... adorable.

Too adorable.

She had round, innocent eyes that gleamed a deep, burning crimson—wide and full of emotion.

Her small nose, soft lips, and petite frame made her look almost fragile.

Her messy black hair danced wildly in the storm of energy, and though her glare was fierce, the more Regan looked, the more he realized she didn’t look intimidating at all—she looked really cute.

"So small...and yet..." He whispered, eyes narrowing. "She’s radiating that much power?"

Even trying to look directly at her made his knees weak.

The sheer pressure of her aura was crushing—his chest felt tight, his body instinctively screaming at him to look away.

And yet, there was something oddly...endearing about her.

If not for the flames and the chaos, she could’ve passed for a kid throwing a tantrum.

Then Regan’s eyes moved—and landed on the other figure.

And that was when his mind completely stopped working.

"...Is she a Goddess?"

If the first girl looked fierce and adorable, the second looked divine and ethereal.

She floated effortlessly in the air, her long white hair flowing behind her like a river of silk.

Her skin was pale, almost glowing, and her light blue eyes shimmered with an icy coldness that sent shivers down Regan’s spine.

There was no warmth in that gaze—only authority.

Her lips, soft and pink, were pressed into a line of disapproval, while her elegant posture made her seem almost untouchable like a queen who had never known fear.

And then, there were her tails.

Seven of them.

Seven long, snow-white, bushy tails, fanning out behind her like a halo.

They waved and swayed hypnotically in the wind, glistening under the light looking so elegant, graceful, and mesmerizing.

Each movement left trails of light, like silver threads slicing through the air.

It took Regan several seconds to realize he was staring.

"Those...are tails. Actual tails. Fox tails." He murmured, completely stunned. "And she’s wearing a—wait, is that a military uniform?"

Indeed, she was.

A perfectly pressed dark uniform with silver edges, adorned with badges and insignias that gleamed faintly in the light.

The combination of her commanding outfit and ethereal beauty created something almost unreal—a presence that was both regal and deadly.

And because of these two, the energy from above rippled through the air, strong enough to make the goalposts tremble.

The sky itself seemed to divide—one half burning red and black, the other gleaming blue and white.

And right between them, caught in that maelstrom of color, Regan—a man who’d spent most of his life teaching kids to do push-ups—felt smaller than he ever had in his life.

Two titans—a seven-tailed fox and a dragon.

Regan swallowed hard, muttering,

"If this is what a student fight looks like here...I’m transferring back to the countryside."

And as the energies above began to surge once more, he realized that whatever was about to happen...it wouldn’t just shake the pitch.

It would shake the entire academy.