Reincarnated as a Healer : Why are my powers so filthy?-Chapter 26: Tighten your core

Her breath traced his jaw, warm and teasing, and his magic stirred, the bond's airy pulse flaring.

"Relax," she said, her voice low. "Tighten your core. Think about cutting the wind, not flailing at it."

Leon swallowed, her touch making focus harder, not easier.

He tried again, his hand slashing forward, and a sharper arc of wind whistled through the air, grazing a dummy's arm.

"Better," Terya hummed, her lips brushing his neck. "Now you're starting to look less like a confused virgin and more like someone I'd let blow my back out."

Leon sputtered, his face burning.

"Wait, I—!" Before he could finish, she spun him around, her lips crashing into his in a slow, heated kiss.

Not teasing, not soft, but deep, her tongue curling against his with hunger.

Her hands slid under his shirt, nails grazing his chest, and he groaned, his arousal sparking his magic brighter.

She pulled back, her green eyes smoldering, and whispered, "That was your reward."

She stepped back, kicking over a dummy with a smirk. "Now slice that in half."

Leon's breath was ragged, but he grinned, the challenge igniting him. He focused, picturing the wind as a blade, and slashed his hand forward.

A clean arc of air sliced the dummy's torso, straw spilling onto the grass.

"Hell yeah!" he shouted, pumping his fist.

Terya clapped, her smirk wide. "Now that's what I'm talking about, rookie."

As dusk fell, Saria returned to the chapel, her armor dusted with travel, her jaw tight from hours of planning with Eldwood's leaders.

She stepped into the rear chamber, her boots echoing on the stone, and paused, her dark eyes narrowing at the sight before her.

Terya lounged on a training bench, her face flushed from magic practice, her vest still unzipped.

Leon sat beside her, breathing hard, his shirt half-off, the air heavy with the ozone tang of wind magic.

Saria stared for a moment, then said, her voice flat, "I see you've made him useful."

Terya grinned, stretching lazily. "You're welcome."

Leon, still catching his breath, met Saria's gaze, his face flushing but his eyes steady.

"I... I think I'm starting to get the hang of this," he said, his voice carrying a new confidence.

"Wind magic's tricky, but it's coming together."

Saria crossed her arms, her leather tunic creaking, her eyes narrowing.

"Good," she said, her tone firm. "Because if we're going to reach Vraxus before he replenishes his army, we'll need more than half-assed wind tricks."

Terya snorted, tossing her hair. "They're ass-powered wind tricks. Get it right."

Saria ignored her, her gaze locked on Leon.

"Tomorrow, I will join your training. We will refine fire and wind. And if you mix them again—do it with purpose."

Leon stood, steadier than yesterday, his eyes sharper.

"Understood," he said, nodding, the weight of her trust grounding him.

Fire and wind. I can do this.

That night, the three shared a small room in the chapel tower, its stone walls softened by blankets and candlelight.

A bottle of spiced wine passed between them, the air filled with quiet laughter and the clink of glass.

Terya lay on her back, one leg hooked over Leon's, her fingers lazily tracing the flask's rim.

"So," she said, her voice warm, "what's the deal with your hybrid spell? That thing in the lair—fire and wind together. It's not just our magic, is it? It's you."

Leon leaned back, the wine loosening his thoughts, his mind drifting to the moment against Kalthor—the flame and gale spinning in tandem, a single force.

"It felt... natural," he said, his voice thoughtful. "Like it wasn't two things. Like it was me."

Saria sat at the foot of the bed, untying her boots, her black ponytail falling over one shoulder.

"Maybe your body's meant to bind," she said, her tone measured. "Merge. Absorb. Your magic isn't just arousal—it's connection."

Terya leaned toward her, her grin mischievous.

"So what happens when we all merge?" she said, her voice dropping to a teasing purr.

Saria raised an eyebrow, her stoic facade cracking with a rare smirk. "Is that your way of asking for a threesome?"

Leon blinked, the wine nearly slipping from his hand.

"Wait, was that not obvious?" he said, his voice half-joking, half-hopeful, his face flushing.

Their laughter filled the room, warm and unguarded.

Soon, the wine was forgotten, as Terya leaned in, her lips finding Saria's in a slow, intentional kiss, no teasing, just heat.

Saria didn't pull away, her hand resting on Terya's neck, deepening the kiss.

Leon watched, his arousal burning bright, his magic stirring in his chest.

He leaned in, pulling both women toward him, his hands finding their waists, the air crackling with fire, wind, and something new—something theirs.