Far from Aric…
In the heart of the grand capital of Velmora, inside the Royal Awakening Stadium, all eyes were fixed on the large blue flame burning in the center of the platform.
It was the day of the Awakening Ceremony — a sacred ritual where young nobles awakened their magic talent.
Right now, standing confidently in front of the flame was the first prince, Christopher Zadberg.
Tall, handsome, and already famous for his sword skills, Christopher placed his hand on the flame as the Royal Mage spoke loudly,
"Place your palm and show the world your destiny."
The moment his hand touched the flame, something strange happened — the water fountain above the stadium changed color. It turned from its normal blue to a deep red, and the water level dropped slightly.
Gasps filled the stadium.
Then, one of the three Royal Mages stood up, eyes wide, and shouted,
"Prince Christopher has awakened the Absorber Talent!"
The crowd erupted into cheers.
The Absorber was a rare talent — it allowed the user to absorb mana from nature and shape it however they liked. It was a dream ability for any mage.
Even the elite nobles — generals, archmages, ministers — started shouting Christopher's name.
"Prince Christopher! Prince Christopher!!"
Suddenly, the King raised his hand. The entire stadium went silent.
In his deep, commanding voice, he asked,
"Sir Mage, what is the meaning of the red color?"
The lead Mage bowed and answered respectfully,
"Your Majesty, the red color shows your elder son has high aptitude… for fire element."
The King smiled, satisfied. A smirk appeared on his face. He nodded slowly, already proud.
Now it was the second prince's turn — Clinton Zadberg.
He was nothing like his older brother.
Clinton was known as the black sheep of the royal family — always drinking, chasing women, fighting in brothels, and making a mess wherever he went. No one expected anything from him. Some nobles even laughed when his name was called.
But today, something was different.
Clinton walked out slowly. His usual arrogant, smug face was gone. Instead, he looked... quiet. Nervous. Almost scared.
He stood in front of the flame and whispered,
"What's going on…? Wasn't I just at the supermarket a moment ago?"
His head felt dizzy. Confused. He was feeling cold and hot, calm and irritated, all at the same time.
Still, without saying a word, he placed his hand on the blue flame.
The stadium held its breath.
Then— crack!
A loud sound echoed across the air as the entire water fountain froze solid. The flowing water turned to thick, shining ice. Even the air around it dropped in temperature.
Clinton's legs shook. He felt like all his energy was drained out of him.
In the crowd, someone screamed,
"I-ICE ELEMENT???"
Gasps and murmurs started again — even louder than before.
Because in the world of Velmora, ice element was not just rare.
It was legendary.
Back in the northern village of Velmora
Aric approached his aunt's house, a two-story building that was superior in comparison to his mom's small residence.
As he searched for the main door, he decided to test his X-ray vision . His pupils dilated slightly as he focused, and suddenly, he could see through the walls.
The layout of the house became clear to him: a cozy kitchen, a comfortable living room, and a cluttered storage area.
But it was the figure in the bathroom that truly caught his attention.
A mature woman, likely in her early thirties, was bathing naked.
Her body was a vision of soft curves and creamy skin, but it was her enormous breasts that made his heart race. They were easily larger than his stepmother's, full and round, with dark nipples that begged to be touched.
Aric glanced around, ensuring he was alone. Seeing no one, he slipped inside, his heart pounding with anticipation. He went inside the house and chose a room adjacent to the bathroom, his breath coming in quick gasps as he unzipped his pants.
His cock sprang free, already rock hard and standing at a impressive 9 inches. He began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving the sight beyond the wall.
His aunt was a vision of sensuality as she lathered soap all over her body, her hands gliding over her skin with slow, deliberate movements. Aric's breath hitched as he watched her run soapy hands over her massive tits, squeezing and massaging them as water streamed down her body. He could see the desire in her eyes as she touched herself, her fingers dipping between her legs to tease her clit. He stroked himself faster, his grip tightening as he imagined it was her hand on him, not his own.
His aunt's hands moved lower, soaping up her thick thighs, and Aric's grip on his cock tightened.
He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he approached the edge.
With a final stroke, he came undone, his hot cum spilling over his hand and onto the floor. He stopped his X-ray vision, his body shaking with the force of his release.
Aric stood there, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. It was a memory he would cherish, and one he planned to repeat as often as possible.
Aric lay down on the mat near him, feeling tired.
But unbeknownst to him, someone had watched all his actions.
The figure had her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock.
She couldn't believe what she just saw. Her brother just masturbated to a wall which even had no pictures.