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[Genshin Impact] Chapter 480: Adventure (3-in-1 Chapter)(R18-Jean)
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 02:54:30 +0000 UTCSince she already knows I’m a “bad guy,” isn’t she afraid I’ll corrupt Noelle by teaching her?
Nolan chuckled to himself at the thought.
But this was also a good chance to improve Noelle’s affection toward him, so naturally, he had no reason to refuse.
“Alright then, sounds good. I’ll return to Mondstadt with you tomorrow.”
As he spoke, Nolan pressed his face against Jean’s fair cheek and gently kissed her lips.
This time, Jean didn’t block him with her finger. His lips successfully landed on hers—soft, fresh, and fragrant right after a bath.
“Mmh…”
Jean closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips to receive him.
Nolan's right hand slipped between her pressed-together knees, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.
He lifted her entire right thigh and placed it across his own right leg, doing the same with her left leg, draping it over his left.
While continuing to kiss her, Jean didn’t realize that wrapped in her towel, she had ended up leaning back against Nolan’s chest, her legs now straddling his lap in a rather compromising position.
It was a thoroughly embarrassing posture.
Nolan held her close, kissing her while his hands gently stroked her thighs.
After a while, once he felt the moment was right…
He pushed her legs slightly farther apart, until she instinctively tried to tense up and draw them back together.
Then, he slowly lifted the hem of her towel to her waist, revealing the snowy white curves beneath—still bare, as she hadn’t put on her usual white panties after the bath.
Nolan gently kneaded her soft hips, then lifted her up slightly.
Her breath shuddered, lips parting helpless as Nolan gathered the thick softness of her towel up around her waist—a hasty, crumpling crown at her belly, baring her thighs and the glistening delta below.
Jean’s skin ran hot beneath his palms, blood thrumming everywhere he touched, every inch of her laid bare against his lap.
She squirmed; her knees instinctively pressed together but he kept her legs wide, thighs stretched and trembling over the muscle of his own.
He slid his hand up, slow at first, fingertips gliding along the warm inside of her thighs, trailing sparks over the very place where downy skin turned slick and swollen.
She tried to keep still, tried to swallow the whimper building in her throat, but his lips brushed her ear—so close she could feel the smile in his voice.
“You really do want it, don’t you,” he murmured, voice curling tight and low, his breath making her shudder.
The hand not holding her fast slipped down, thumb rubbing idle circles over her mound, teasing her slit already gleaming for him.
Her body was traitorously honest, and the heat of his fingers drew another tremor, another gasp, her breath catching on a high, desperate little “ah—”
Nolan’s cock, heavy and hot beneath his slacks, pressed up under her, grinding into the cleft of her ass as his fingers slipped between her slippery folds, parting her—his thumb pressed to her clit, slow, inexorable pressure that made her bite her lip as her hips jerked.
He chuckled softly, one arm tightening around her chest, pulling her flush against him so he could taste the strained whimper against her cheek. The towel fell away, forgotten entirely.
Fully exposed, Jean’s pink nipples tightened in the cool air, her chest heaving as Nolan bent to take one between his lips, rolling it against his tongue.
His fingers never stopped, two rhythmically plunging into her fluttering, straining entrance, slick sounds echoing lewd and wet in the heated hush of the room. His palm pressed flat, grinding her body down into his thigh, the friction coaxing out a helpless “nnnh, ah—ah—” from her.
He dragged his mouth up her neck, biting softly at the junction of her jaw; his hand on her breast squeezed so hard she gasped again, body arching up.
“That’s it, stay open just like that,” he whispered rough against her ear. The command, filthy and loving all at once, unraveled what little resistance she had left. His hand abandoned her breast, sliding down to grip her hips and pin her in place, every finger pressing indents into pliant flesh.
With a sharp hiss, Nolan unzipped his pants, cock springing out, tip ruddy and slick already. Jean felt it push up against her soaked slit, the heat and firmness shocking after the teasing.
He didn’t wait; nudged forward, the head dipped between her lips, running messily along her length, gathering her slick and spreading it over the swollen flesh. She trembled in his grip, legs still forced wide over his muscled thighs, toes curling against the sofa cushions.
He held her in place, thick crown poised at her entrance, then in one relentless push, sat her down on him—his cock splitting her open with a wet, hungry schlk that startled a wild, choked moan from her lips. “Fffu—uh! Nolan—!” she gasped, nails digging into his forearm.
He didn’t let up. He filled her, bottoming out, savoring the way her passage fluttered and clasped around him, greedy for every thick, stretching inch.
His hand slid down to her clit again, circling with sure, brutal intent, thumb working her until her body jerked involuntarily.
He thrust upward, slow at first—letting her feel the deliberate drag, the pressure as her body spasmed around him, every inch a raw brand.
Each thrust he drew almost all the way out, the head flaring just at her entrance before slamming back in, faster, harder, so her breath broke into ragged little ah—ah—ah— each one higher than the last.
Nolan’s lips never left her neck, biting and kissing, his voice filth in her ear. “Good girl, take it—so fucking tight, you love this, don’t you—” Each filthy encouragement made her clench down harder, made her whimper and grind helplessly against the punishing friction of his palm.
The sound of them—wet flesh, the slap of his hips, Jean’s frantic, breathless cries—built louder, fuzzing the edges of her mind. She was pinned, utterly spread, any pretense of modesty burned away in the throb between her legs.
His hands were everywhere: on her throat, tilting her head back to kiss her open mouth, on her hips, crushing them down every time she tried to writhe away from the exquisite assault.
He was merciless now—pumping up into her with vicious, claiming strokes, the fat length of him spearing her deepest, pulsing thick where she squeezed the hardest.
Jean’s body trembled, climax threatening at the relentless onslaught, her vision flickering, her cries dissolving into wanton mewls.
“Nolan, oh Archon—Nolan—!” she gasped, legs twitching over his, tears pricking her lashes from the overload.
He ground down on her clit, lips at her ear. “Come for me,” he said, the words a growled command, impossible to resist. Her walls locked around him, pulsing, milking him as her orgasm suddenly ripped through her, feral and blinding.
Her hips bucked and her voice cracked, “Nh—hhn! A-ah!” as she came, gushing over his cock, drenching his hand, her whole body wracked with spasms.
He fucked her through it, chasing his own climax—thrusts growing erratic, desperate, until with a feral grunt, he slammed in and spilled inside her, heat flooding her deepest place, cock twitching as wave after wave of pleasure broke over them both.
They stayed tangled there, locked in the sticky afterglow, her body trembling, his arms an unbreakable cage. He nuzzled her neck, voice softening, breath shaky but sated: “Damm, Jean… you’re perfect just like that…”
His fingers stroked her sweat-slicked skin, gentle now, almost reverent, as the room slowly filled with the scent of sex and the silence of spent bodies.
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The next morning.
After a night of "synergistic skill enhancement," Jean’s level had smoothly increased by one, reaching Level 85.
When morning came, Nolan remained in bed, cuddling with her for a while before finally getting up.
After breakfast, Lumine, Ningguang, and Yun Jin were already busy modifying the mystical realm space.
With nothing else needing his attention, Nolan accompanied Jean back to Mondstadt. The teleportation sent them directly into the Acting Grand Master’s office.
By now, no one found it strange that Jean could teleport directly into her office.
For example, Noelle, who had been diligently cleaning the Acting Grand Master’s office since early morning, didn’t seem surprised when Jean suddenly appeared.
However, just as she was about to greet Jean, she noticed Nolan emerge behind her.
“Huh? Mr. Adventurer, what are you doing here too?”
Noelle’s bangs fluttered slightly, a puzzled expression forming on her pale face.
“Good morning, Noelle!”
Nolan greeted her cheerfully, then explained:
“I heard from Jean that the Knight of Favonius selection is starting soon, but she noticed there are still some areas where you need improvement. So she asked me to come help you out.”
“Eh?!”
Noelle covered her mouth in surprise. “Really? Um… what am I lacking?”
Her tone became a bit anxious near the end. Clearly, she was flustered by the idea that Jean hadn’t fully acknowledged her.
“Don’t worry, Noelle. It’s nothing serious.”
Jean, wearing her white boots, walked behind her desk and sat down, then gave Noelle a simple explanation.
Finally, she concluded:
“You possess every fine quality a Knight of Favonius should have. It’s just that you still lack some experience in judging a person’s character.”
“So you’ll need some focused training.”
“I see…”
Noelle let out a small sigh of relief—at least it wasn’t because Jean disliked her.
Clasping her gauntleted hands politely in front of her waist, she looked toward the two and asked,
“Then how should I go about improving this ability?”
If Jean hadn’t brought it up, she might never have realized it. She did tend to assume all strangers were good people.
Like the first time she met the adventurer. He had asked her to go on an adventure together, and she had agreed without hesitation.
Her caution truly was lacking…
Thinking that, she awkwardly touched her silvery-gray hair.
“Nolan will be in charge of your training,” Jean said with a sideways glance at him, then turned back to Noelle. “He’s traveled through many nations and has plenty of experience to share.”
“The Mr. Adventurer, huh…”
Noelle looked at Nolan, then nodded firmly.
“Mm! With all your experience, I’m sure you can help me. I’ll be in your care, Mr. Adventurer!”
[Noelle Has Developed Good Feelings Towards You, Obtained 240 Affection Points. Current Affection Level: Lv.6 (350/600)]
Her affection level rose again…
Nolan smiled in satisfaction and patted his chest confidently.
“No problem—leave it to me! You can count on me for anything!”
“Ah! Please don’t copy how I talk!”
Noelle shyly lowered her head.
That line“You can count on me!”—was something she often said when helping others. Hearing it from someone else suddenly made her feel oddly embarrassed.
Jean sighed, casting a helpless look at Nolan. Then she turned to Noelle and said,
“If he bullies you, be sure to tell me. I’ll make sure he’s punished.”
“What, am I really that untrustworthy?”
Nolan raised his hands in exasperation.
“What do you think?”
Jean stared at him expressionlessly.
If she hadn’t noticed Noelle already held considerable affection for this guy, she would never have let him train her.
Because with someone like Nolan, it was only a matter of time before things developed further if he spent too much time alone with a girl...
The other girls in the Wonderland—and even herself—had all developed feelings for him. It was very likely Noelle would be no different.
After all, Nolan was exactly the type who never turned down a beautiful girl. In fact, he’d even take the initiative to flirt with them.
If she actively pushed Nolan toward another girl, it was almost guaranteed that she’d end up with yet another "sister" in her ever-growing circle.
Not that she really minded him being with other women—so long as he stayed good to her and took responsibility.
But *she* would never willingly push him toward other girls.
After all, every new addition to the Wonderland meant more of his time would be divided, and her time with him would shrink.
Because of that, she often had no choice but to agree to his ridiculous requests—like sleeping in the same bed with other girls!
Especially when it was her, Eula, and Amber all sharing the bed with Nolan. She couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of embarrassment, like a superior caught acting improperly in front of subordinates.
“Alright, alright. Don’t worry, Acting Grand Master Jean, I promise I won’t bully Noelle!”
Nolan replied helplessly.
“Mhm! Mr. Adventurer is a very good person—he would never bully me!”
Noelle had already recovered from her earlier embarrassment and readily agreed with what he said.
After all, it was thanks to this adventurer that she even got the chance to be Jean’s secretary and help with her duties.
So Noelle had complete trust in Nolan!
Sigh… That complete lack of caution… still a bit lacking to be a full-fledged Knight of Favonius.
Jean sighed inwardly.
It wasn’t just that Noelle was too kind by nature—her overwhelming sense of duty could be dangerous too.
There was that one time she heard someone was trapped in the snowy mountains and rushed off alone to rescue them. It was incredibly reckless.
It’s not that her intention to save others was wrong—on the contrary, it was commendable. But she should have reported to the Knights first and brought the necessary cold-weather gear.
Charging into the mountains on her own without regard for her own safety—that was far too dangerous and immature.
It was only thanks to Noelle’s physical strength and capabilities that she managed to carry the stranded person back safely.
But what if something had gone wrong? If she failed to rescue the person and ended up stuck in a blizzard herself, the consequences could’ve been disastrous.
So her lack of thoroughness when handling tasks was another issue that needed to be addressed.
Jean propped her elbows on the desk, fingers interlocked beneath her pale chin.
She pondered a moment, then mentally communicated these thoughts to Nolan—asking him to train Noelle not just in judgment, but also in her ability to think things through more comprehensively.
Nolan wasn’t going to say no to that. Teaching one thing or three—it was all the same. He’d cover it all together.
“Alright, off you go. Time for your lesson.”
With his promise secured, Jean allowed Nolan to take Noelle for her training. She still had a full day of work ahead.
“Let’s go then.”
Nolan said, turning to Noelle.
“Okay.” Noelle nodded slightly, then asked curiously, “Mr. Adventurer, how do we start the training?”
“Hmm…”
Nolan began walking toward the door of the Acting Grand Master’s office, deep in thought. Noelle followed beside him at a gentle pace.
Her over-the-knee white armor boots made crisp clacking sounds on the stone floor.
Her skirt—white-edged with a red lining—swayed lightly with her steps.
By the time they reached the Knights’ headquarters entrance, Nolan had a plan. He turned to Noelle and said:
“Figuring out whether someone is good or bad—it’s not easy. And it’s not something you can really grasp just by hearing about it. You need to see it with your own eyes to understand it deeply.”
“So let’s take an escort mission from the Adventurers’ Guild. We’ll guard a merchant caravan—those often get targeted by the Treasure Hoarders.”
“We can observe how those guys behave and study what traits bad people tend to have. As long as we gather enough real-world data…”
“Even if you run into someone really good at hiding their intentions, you’ll be able to spot the subtle signs that something’s off—and from there, figure out whether they’re truly bad!”
Nolan felt his plan had some merit. Of course, if a professional psychologist were doing the training, the results would be even better.
But really, all he needed to do was help Noelle improve her ability to distinguish good from evil just a bit—enough to reach the average level of a Knight of Favonius.
There was no need to go through the trouble of bringing in a professional psychologist.
“Mhm, I’ll do whatever you say, Mr. Adventurer,” Noelle said without the slightest objection.
The sunlight pouring from the sky was warm and bright, but not scorching—truly a perfect day for adventure.
Nolan took Noelle and used spatial teleportation. In no time, they arrived at the Fountain Plaza.
The Adventurers' Guild was now just a short walk away. No need to teleport any farther—they could just walk. If the other adventurers saw them warping around, they’d swarm with questions, and that would be a pain to deal with.
As they passed by the "Good Hunter" restaurant…
Suddenly, among the pedestrians to their left, Nolan spotted a young man with short, pale golden hair rubbing his head with a distressed expression.
—It was his good buddy, Bennett!
Nolan’s eyes lit up with joy. He hadn’t been adventuring in Mondstadt for quite a while, so it had been ages since he last saw Bennett.
And come to think of it, with Bennett’s infamous bad luck aura, even if they didn’t take on a caravan escort mission, the odds of running into the Treasure Hoarders would still be sky-high!
He’d experienced that himself more than once.
So Nolan waved and shouted toward the street, “Bennett! Over here!”
Hearing the voice, Bennett looked over with a puzzled expression. When he saw it was Nolan—who he hadn’t seen in so long—his face lit up with delight.
He rushed over excitedly and said,
“Nolan! I heard from everyone at the Adventurers’ Guild—you did something amazing in Inazuma! Not only did you help bring peace to the region…”
“You even blocked that legendary Musou no Hitotachi from the Raiden Shogun herself! It’s only been, what, less than a year? You’ve gotten that strong already?!”
Bennett’s excitement faded a little near the end. A faint disappointment crept into his voice. After all, nearly a year had passed, and he was still the same as before.
Still going on adventures with Razor… Still always just one step away from claiming treasure… And just now, out of nowhere, he got hit on the head by some random falling pebble while walking.
Sigh… So unlucky.
But then again, Nolan had become something of a legendary adventurer by now. It was no surprise his achievements had spread to Mondstadt. He glanced at Bennett with his golden Eye of Judgement.
He noticed that Bennett’s level had risen from 35 to 43—not a slow pace at all.
It seemed that while Bennett’s misfortune constantly brought trouble, it also provided him with no shortage of real-world experience and battle-hardened growth.
Nolan smiled and answered his question:
“Maybe I’ve just got a little talent when it comes to getting stronger. Oh, right—Bennett, are you heading to the Adventurers’ Guild to take a commission? We’re going there too. Wanna come with us?”
After replying, he extended the invitation.
Actually, back when he first obtained the “Spiritual Core” specialization, he’d already planned that once he had surplus “Spirituality,” he’d give his closest friends—like Bennett, Razor, and Albedo—some powerful buffs.
Help them grow smoother, go further.
Now that he’d run into Bennett, the timing felt right. Later today, he could give him a really useful stat as a gift between friends.
And as for Noelle—if he could grant her an ability that let her instantly recognize whether someone was good or bad, there’d be no need for a full lesson.
It’d also boost their bond a littleperfect!
After using up his “Spirituality” yesterday morning to give Hu Tao a stat, his recovery rate had increased thanks to the stat itself. By noon, he could already use it again—and he even stored another charge later that night.
Now, by this morning, he’d stored up three uses total.
By noon, he could store another, and once more in the evening. That would be five total uses today—plenty to give both Bennett and Noelle something good.
Though that meant the actual granting of buffs would have to wait till tonight… Still, just in time for after the adventure, when they’d be receiving their rewards. The timing was perfect!
“Really? It’s been so long since we’ve gone adventuring together—let’s head out now!”
Bennett replied excitedly.
“Yeah!”
Nolan nodded and, together with Bennett and Noelle, headed for the Adventurers' Guild to take on some commissions.
(End of Chapter)
