The moment Mira Vale’s voice finished announcing the final duel, the entire sectiom of the commoner students cheered out.

Then, in perfect unison, all of Aiden’s wives spoke at the same time:

"Finally!"

The word rang out like a joyful chorus. Venya, Xylandra, Lysandra, Zerra, Valeforia, Nayla, Nyxion, Selvara, Arisha, Vegia, and even the quieter Aethoniel all said it together, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Venya bounced on her toes, grinning widely. "Finally! We’ve been waiting for this!"

Xylandra smiled softly. "It’s time for you to show everyone exactly who you are, Saviour."

Lysandra nodded with quiet confidence. "Go out there and leave the entire colosseum in awe."

Zerra clapped her hands rapidly, unable to contain her restless energy. "Yes! Show them how great you are! I want to see you fight!"

Valeforia licked her lips with a naughty smirk. "Mmm, I want to see you dominate. Make it sexy, Saviour~"

Nayla leaned closer on his right thigh, her fingers tracing teasing circles on his chest as she purred, "Show them why you’re our Husband... and make sure you come back to us even hotter than before."

Nyxion said excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "Display your true power, Heart Lord. They need to understand."

Selvara crossed her arms, cheeks slightly pink, but her voice was firm. "Hmph. Don’t hold back. Crush that arrogant Voss and make it look effortless."

Arisha and Vegia both nodded enthusiastically. "Show off for us!"

Aethoniel fidgeted shyly but added in a soft voice, "P-Please... let them see how amazing you are..."

Luna, still comfortably nestled in Aiden’s lap and purring softly, nuzzled his neck one more time before lifting her head. "Master... go show them. Make the whole arena remember why you’re the one we all belong to."

Aiden’s hand was still resting possessively on Luna’s ass, giving it a gentle, naughty squeeze as he listened to his wives. He chuckled deeply, his other hand stroking Luna’s hair. "You all want a show, huh?"

The wives answered in another near-unison wave of eager affirmations, mixed with playful and naughty comments.

"Yes!"

"Make it unforgettable!"

"Be dazzling~"

"Come back sweaty and victorious so we can celebrate properly..."

Nayla leaned in closer, whispering hotly against his ear while her hand slid a little lower on his chest. "I want to see you all powerful and dominant on that stage... then come back here so I can reward you properly."

Valeforia giggled naughtily from behind. "Same. Watching you fight always gets me in the mood. Don’t disappoint us, Saviour."

Luna purred louder at the teasing, rubbing her cheek against Aiden’s jaw again. "Master will be so hot out there... I already can’t wait to pounce on you after..."

Aiden smirked, his naughty hand giving Luna’s ass another firm squeeze, fingers dipping teasingly under the freshly repaired skirt for a moment. "Naughty girls. But I like it. I’ll give you all the show you want."

Ela, however, sat a little quieter than the others. She fidgeted with her hands, a conflicted expression on her face. Her gaze kept darting between the arena below and Aiden. Elarion was her half-older brother — the same brother who had always protected her in his own way, even though he was a bit mean. But Aiden... Aiden was the man who had given her hope.

"Whom should I cheer for...?" she whispered to herself, biting her lip. "Onii-chan... or Sir Aiden...?"

Liana, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of conflicted. She bounced excitedly in her seat, eyes sparkling with pure thrill. "Finally! I get to see Sir Aiden fight for real! Onii-chan, this is going to be so cool!"

Kee grinned widely, clearly just as excited. "Yeah... I’ve been waiting to see what this man can really do. This is gonna be epic."

Mee nodded, her voice soft yet eager. "I... I’m excited too."

The noise from the colosseum grew louder and louder. The commoners were cheering at the top of their lungs, the sound rolling like thunder through the stands.

"Lord Aiden!"

"Lord Aiden Nightshade!"

"Show them what real power looks like!"

Among the commoner girls, the fangirling was completely open and shameless.

"Oh my gods, Lord Aiden is finally fighting!" one pretty girl squealed to her friends. "He’s going to look so hot on that stage!"

Another girl fanned herself dramatically. "Imagine him walking out there all confident and powerful... so dashing! My heart can’t take it!"

A third one clutched her hands to her chest, eyes dreamy. "He’s going to destroy that noble pretty-boy. Lord Aiden is so strong, so handsome... I bet he’ll be all sweaty and glorious after the fight. I wish I could be down there closer!"

Their excited chatter mixed with the roaring cheers, creating a wave of energy that vibrated through the entire colosseum.

Back in the higher gallery, the naughty atmosphere only intensified.

Luna shifted in Aiden’s lap, purring as she felt his hand continue to explore her ass with lazy possessiveness. "Master... your hand is so naughty even now... It makes me want to stay here forever..."

Nayla leaned in from his right thigh, pressing her soft chest against his arm as she whispered, "When you win, I want first turn celebrating with you. I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded for showing off."

Valeforia smirked and added, "Second turn is Venya’s."

Selvara huffed, though her eyes kept flicking toward Aiden’s hands on Luna. "Y-You’re all so shameless... But... make sure you win convincingly, idiot. Don’t embarrass us."

Zerra bounced, eyes bright. "I want to see every move!"

Aiden laughed, his fingers giving Luna one last playful spank before he gently eased Luna, Nayla and Sleavara off his lap (though she whined cutely and nuzzled him one more time). He stood up, rolling his shoulders as the group continued showering him with encouragement and naughty promises.

"I’ll give you all exactly what you want," he said, voice confident and teasing. "A show that leaves the entire colosseum speechless... and then I’ll come back here to my favorite girls."

Luna pouted adorably as she sat back, tail wagging. "Come back quickly, Master... I’ll be waiting right here, purring for you..."

Ela remained quiet, still visibly conflicted, her hands twisting in her lap as she tried to decide where her loyalty truly lay. Liana kept bouncing with excitement, already imagining the fight. Kee and Mee watched with eager anticipation, the commoner cheers from below fueling the energy in the box.

The colosseum was electric. Commoners chanted Aiden’s name louder and louder. The noble section was tense and silent in comparison, but the sheer volume from the stands made the air vibrate.

Aiden stepped toward the edge of the higher gallery, looking down at the central platform where the mages were about the fix the ruined stage. A confident smirk played on his lips.

"Time to show them," he murmured.

His wives (and Luna especially) watched him with hungry, adoring eyes — a mix of pride, excitement, and very open desire for what would come after the fight.

The final duel was about to begin.

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Deep within the noble wing of the school’s medical facilities, the Voss family maintained their own private healing chamber — far more luxurious and secluded than the single shared room given to lower nobles. Soft golden light filtered through enchanted crystal lamps, casting a warm glow over white marble floors and silk-draped walls. The air carried the faint, clean scent of healing herbs and mana-infused ointments.

Elarion Voss sat on the edge of the wide, luxurious bed, his posture tense yet protective. One hand gently held Elara’s bandaged fingers, while his other hand slowly stroked her long, flowing white hair — the same shade as his own. The bandages wrapped around her midriff, arms, and shoulders only accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her look even more alluring in his eyes. A soft blanket covered her, rising and falling gently with each shallow breath.

He had not left her side since carrying her here.

Elara stirred at last. Her icy-blue eyes fluttered open, still hazy from the knockout blow and the healing potions. The moment her gaze focused on Elarion, she saw the pure relief and quiet happiness on his face.

"Elara..." he breathed instantly, voice thick with emotion. "You’re awake."

A soft blush immediately bloomed across Elara’s pale cheeks. Seeing that relieved, almost tender expression on her twin brother’s usually cold and arrogant face made her heart skip. For a brief second, the pain of defeat faded.

But then the memories crashed back.

The fight. The white-haired wolf girl in her terrifying new form. The humiliating defeat. Being lifted like a ragdoll and slammed into the stone.

Her eyes trembled. Tears welled up instantly and spilled down her cheeks in hot, silent tracks.

"I... I’m sorry..." she whispered brokenly, voice cracking. "I lost, Dear Brother... I’m so sorry..."

Elarion’s heart ached sharply at the sight. He squeezed her hand gently, leaning closer. "It’s alright, Elara. You don’t have to—"

"It’s not alright!" she interrupted, tears falling faster now. Her voice trembled with raw shame and sadness. "I let down the Voss name... I was defeated by a commoner’s whore! A filthy mudblood wolf girl! Our family’s pride... I tarnished it in front of everyone..."

She turned her face away, biting her lip hard as more tears slipped free. The proud, haughty ice noble looked so small and vulnerable in that moment — tear-streaked face, bandaged body, white hair splayed across the pillow. To Elarion, she looked absolutely adorable.

He couldn’t bear it any longer.

Without warning, Elarion leaned down and captured her lips in a sudden, deep kiss.

Elara’s icy-blue eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second. Then they slowly closed as she melted into him. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat. Her free hand came up, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him closer, fingers tangling desperately in his white hair.

The kiss was intense — passionate, hungry, filled with all the emotions they had had for eachothers. Their lips moved together deeply, tongues brushing, breaths mingling. For those long moments, the outside world, the defeat, the colosseum — everything disappeared.

When they finally pulled back, both were breathing harder. Elara’s cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her lips slightly swollen. She looked up at him with glistening eyes, vulnerability and desire mixing in her gaze.

Without a word, she reached down and slowly pulled the blanket lower, exposing the generous swell of her bandaged but still full breasts. The white wrappings only highlighted their soft, heavy curves.

"Touch me..." she whispered, voice hoarse and needy. "Please, Dear Brother... Make me feel better..."

Elarion’s breath hitched. His hand moved almost reverently, sliding up to cup one of her big, soft breasts. His fingers gently kneaded the warm flesh through the thin bandages, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. Elara let out a soft gasp, arching slightly into his touch.

They leaned in again, kissing deeply once more. This time the kiss was slower, more sensual. Elara’s hand cam again wrapping around his neck, holding him close as his palm continued to massage and caress her breast with increasing confidence. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room alongside her quiet, needy whimpers.

Elarion pulled back just enough to murmur against her lips, "You’re still perfect to me... No matter what happened out there."

Elara’s eyes fluttered, fresh tears of a different kind — relief and longing — mixing with the blush on her face. "Then don’t stop... Touch me more..."

His hand continued its gentle exploration, squeezing and stroking her soft, heavy chest while they kissed again and again. The bandages did little to hide how responsive her body was, her nipples hardening under his fingers as she shivered with pleasure.

Outside, the roar of the crowd could faintly be heard as the final duel was about to begin, but inside this private Voss chamber, the only thing that mattered was the intimate, forbidden comfort between the twin siblings.

Elara clung to him, purring softly into the kisses, her earlier sadness gradually melting away under Elarion’s touch and affection.

For now, the defeat was forgotten.

All that existed was the warmth of his hand on her body and the deep, passionate connection they shared in secret.

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END OF Chapter : 323 : THE FINAL DUEL!

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