Perverted War God

Chapter 5

"Let go of him, Jenna! Can't you see he's struggling to breathe?" Diana's voice rang out, firm but slightly amused. She leaned against the doorframe, her damp hair indicating she'd just returned from the bathroom. Something which is obviously a lie after all she was on the bed with Jackson throughout.

Jenna, Jackson's overly enthusiastic aunt, released him reluctantly, allowing him to gasp for air. "Oh, sorry, Jackie-poo! I just missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her bright eyes gleaming with joy.

Jackson took a step back, trying to catch his breath and process the situation. Jenna was nothing like he'd imagined. For someone reputed to be a martial arts prodigy, her bubbly demeanor and youthful appearance were unexpected. Her slender frame, curvaceous figure, and radiant smile made it hard to believe she was his aunt. She looks more like a young highschool teenage girl in her 20s.

"Uh… it's good to see you too, Aunt Jenna," Jackson replied, his voice slightly strained as he tried to keep his eyes from wandering.

Jenna's gaze shifted to Diana, and her smile widened. "Diana! I knew I'd find him here. Thanks for keeping an eye on him for me. So, how’s the little guy been and how did you know he was related to me?"

Diana chuckled, her eyes darting briefly to Jackson. "Oh, he's been… energetic. But you should take over now—I've had my fill for today."

Jackson's face flushed, unsure if Jenna picked up on the double meaning in Diana's words. Thankfully, Jenna just laughed and motioned for him to grab his things.

"Come on, Jackie. Let's get you settled in my place. You’ve got a big day tomorrow at Storm Academy, first day in classes is usually super hectic and filled with plot twist!"

As Jackson followed Jenna upstairs, his mind raced with thoughts while secretly looking back at Diana who winked at him, pushing her nightwear aside to reveal a tiny part of her cleavage just to make Jackson hard again.

It definitely will be hard for him to sleep tonight.

Thinking about Storm Academia ladies, ahem... Clearing his mind of those naughty thoughts, Jackson immediately thought of Storm Academy .

'Will I finally find my path there? Or will my innate talent cause more trouble than it’s worth?' Jackson subconsciously thought.

Little did he know, his arrival at Storm Academy would mark the beginning of a journey filled with danger, intrigue, and the discovery of his true potential. His Dual Cultivation Body wasn't just a blessing—it was a curse that many would kill to possess.

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Jenna led Jackson up the spiraling staircase with an excited bounce in her step, her energy infectious as she practically skipped up each step.

"You’ll love it upstairs, Jackie! My apartment is luxurious and even have a small training room too! Something a training maniac I know will definitely like," she said with a giggle, throwing him a wink that he couldn’t quite decipher.

Finally reaching the upper floor, Jackson understood what she meant.

The upper floor was a sharp contrast to the simple setup downstairs. The hallway was wide, with polished wooden floors reflecting the glow of ornate hanging chandeliers. While the walls were painted a soft cream, adorned with vibrant paintings of scenic landscapes and pets. Several plush rugs lined the floor, muffling their footsteps as they moved past doors with intricate carvings that hinted at the wealth of the residents.

Jenna pointed to one of the doors. "That’s my room. Stay out unless you want to be scarred for life—just kidding!" She laughed, nudging his arm lightly. "Or am I?"

Jackson’s face flushed as he gave a small chuckle, not sure how to respond. He has always been an introvert right from birth, spending all his days training... Maybe also masturbating and staying in the small house he and his mother own in the mountainside, away from society, this has made his social skills a little awkward.

"So," Jenna continued, her voice bubbly, "how’s your mom doing? She still gardening like her life depends on it?"

"Yeah, she’s still at it," Jackson replied. "She planted a new batch of herbs last week."

"Of course she did," Jenna said, shaking her head fondly. "That woman can turn a rock into a blooming garden if she wanted. Did she cry when you left?"

Jackson scratched the back of his head. "Uh, maybe a little."

"A little? Pfft, I bet she was sobbing like a waterfall." Jenna grinned. "She called me last week, you know. Kept going on about how her 'little boy' was going off to conquer the world. She’s proud of you, you know? So go out to that school and be the best on the first day, first day of school is usually dangerous and filled with plot twist so be careful!"

Her words made Jackson feel a pang of warmth in his chest and strong resolve.

"So, how was the journey? I hope it wasn’t too tiring," she asked as they stopped in front of a door. "Did you take a bus, plane or did you hitch a ride with some shady character like in those action movies you love so much?"

Jackson laughed. "No shady rides, just a straightforward plane trip."

"Good, good. And have you eaten? Wait—let me guess—Diana didn’t feed you properly, did she?" Jenna ask, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Jackson quickly waved his hands. "No, no, I ate! She made sure I had "half" of my fill before letting me go."

"Uh-huh, sure you did," Jenna said, giving him a knowing look before opening the door to his room.

The room was spacious yet cozy, with a large bed covered in fresh linens, a wooden desk by the window, and shelves stocked with books. The curtains were a deep blue, matching the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The air smelled faintly of lavender, calming and inviting.

Jenna clapped her hands together. "And here we are! Your castle for the foreseeable future. Not bad, huh? Only the best for my Jackie-poo."

"Thanks, Aunt Jenna," Jackson said, genuinely grateful.

"Alright, I’ll leave you to settle in. But first, close those curtains! Can’t have my nephew showing off his handsome face to the world before his big debut at Storm Academy." She grinned, ruffling his hair before stepping back toward the door.

"Goodnight, Jackie. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite—or if they do, make sure they sign a waiver first!" With a cheerful wave, she closed the door behind her, leaving Jackson alone in his new space.

Jackson sighed, his lips curving into a small smile as he walked to the window and shut the curtains before jumping onto his bed. As he lay down on the bed, his mind drifted to the day ahead, his aunt’s bubbly energy still lingering in the air like a comforting blanket.