My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Once everything settled, he made a mental note of the generals—their powers, appearances, everything.

There was no such thing as too much knowledge. It all depended on how well he used it.

"Let's not waste any more time. Point me in the right direction."

Lucy nodded, and the moment her fingers brushed against his, the ground vanished beneath her feet.

A rush of wind whipped past as she realized they were already airborne.

She tightened her grip instinctively, and he effortlessly scooped her up into his arms.

As she glanced around, her eyes landed on the rising sun at the horizon. This would make things a little easier.

Lucy pointed. "Just keep heading straight toward that direction until we reach an ocean"

"Got it. Hold on."

BLINK!

The world twisted and snapped back into focus.

Before Lucy could fully process the first jump, he had already teleported again.

And again. Each time, the landscape below shifted in a blur—mountains, forests, sprawling cities—until they reached the edge of the continent, where the vast ocean stretched endlessly before them.

But after a while, he noticed Lucy's breathing had grown heavier. The constant teleportation was taking a toll on her.

She placed a hand on his chest, her voice firm but tired. "Asher, we need to stop. Just for a bit."

He glanced at her, then at the vast sky ahead. With a small sigh, he nodded. "Alright. We'll rest."

They landed on a stretch of beach, the salty breeze carrying the distant roar of waves.

Around them, massive crabs—each the size of a grown man—scuttled across the sand, their thick shells gleaming under the sun.

The sight was a clear reminder: the ocean became far more dangerous than before.

He cast a quick concealment spell, cloaking their presence from the creatures. The last thing he wanted was to waste energy fighting oversized crabs.

For now, rest took priority.

Asher sat down on the warm sand, leaning back on his hands as Lucy settled beside him.

She rested her head against his legs, her breath still a little unsteady. The ocean waves rolled in and out, filling the silence between them.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm slowing you down."

Asher glanced down at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before he sighed. His fingers brushed through her hair absentmindedly.

"It's not your fault. Your body just isn't used to moving through space like that. It takes time."

She exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Still… I wish I could keep up."

"You don't need to," he said, his fingers still idly threading through her hair. "I can just take care of you forever. Strength isn't the only thing that matters."

She blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. A part of her wanted to argue, to insist that she didn't want to be a burden. But another part of her wanted to be spoiled.

Instead of responding, she closed her eyes again, letting the steady rise and fall of his breathing lull her into peace.

When Lucy opened her eyes, she quickly realized they were no longer on the beach.

They already covered a significant distance, but now, instead of the usual rush of wind and pressure from high-speed travel, everything felt... still.

They were floating inside a translucent sphere, a shimmering barrier that muffled sound, vibration, and even the air itself.

She sat up slightly, glancing at Asher. "When did you—?"

"While you were sleeping," he said casually, his focus ahead. "Figured you needed real rest. This way, you won't feel anything while we travel."

Lucy exhaled, pressing a hand against the smooth surface of the barrier. "You created this spell?"

"Yes. Once you reach a certain level in magic, you can basically create spells on the fly. Index taught me a lot of fundamental knowledge"

Lucy's expression shifted the moment she heard that name. Index.

She tried to hide it, but he noticed the slight drop in her gaze, the way her fingers curled against her lap.

It was subtle, but it was there—an ache she couldn't quite suppress.

Index taught him so much. She expanded his knowledge, sharpened his skills, made him even more untouchable.

And what about her?

She was the one who needed rescuing, the one who was helpless. Even now, she had to rely on artifacts just to be useful—just to keep up.

She hated feeling like this. Hated the comparison, even if Asher never made it himself.

But deep down, a part of her couldn't help but wonder—was she really just someone to protect? Would she ever stand beside him as an equal like before.

Or would the gap between them grow further and further, stretching beyond reach?

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What if one day, he looked at her and saw nothing but a burden?

What if he found her useless—someone who could be replaced at any time?

How long until he no longer needed her?

The thought twisted in her chest like a knife.

"I also want to grow stronger..." she blurted out

He turned to her, his usual smile fading when he saw the look on her face—real conviction.

Lucy met his gaze

"I don't want to just be protected. I don't want to slow you down. I want to grow stronger so I can help you more."

He studied her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable.

Then, his lips curled into a small, approving smile.

"Then do it," he said firmly. "Once we're done, I'll teach you everything I know so you can build a better magic body. That's the only way you can reach my level."

His words weren't just encouragement—they were a challenge.

"I can really be as strong as you?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Of course you can,"

Having a better magic body wouldn't necessarily bring her to his level, but it would put her on a path where becoming one of the strongest in this world wasn't out of reach.