Peter was soaked, his shirt long gone, reduced to singed boxers that were one spark away from unemployment. Sera's flame magic had him feeling like he'd mainlined a volcano and chased it with a shot of pure thirst. Two days after Cedric's attack, he was in a sketchy training yard, swinging his sparking sword like he was the MC of a budget isekai. Sera lounged on a boulder, her glossy skin glowing like she'd been oiled up for a photoshoot, pink, medium-short hair messy to her shoulders. Her micro-bikini and thong were a crime against sanity, tattoos pulsing like a rave flyer. She tossed a fireball up and down like it was a damn fidget toy, smirking like she knew she was ruining him.
"Wiped out, master?" she teased, crossing her legs, thong riding up so high it was basically waving. "Need mommy to tuck you in… or tuck you up?"
Peter twirled his sword, grinning like a degenerate with a Wi-Fi connection. "Keep flashing, Sera, and I'll make you my OnlyFans header."
Her amber eyes twinkled like a thirst trap notification. "Header? I'm your whole brand, simp." She hopped off the boulder, hips swaying like they were trying to start a riot, bikini straps locked in. "Let's train. Cedric's coming, and Kara's thighs will have you crying for me."
Peter cackled. "I'm built different, good girl. I'll clap those thighs and yours in one day."
Sera's laugh was a war crime. "Big talk for a simp in boxers!" She conjured a flaming ring around them, the air sizzling. "Match my drip, big boy," she purred, voice dripping with brain rot. "Too slow, you're fried. Too fast, you're a TikTok fail."
Peter swung, flames trailing like he was filming a music video. The ring pulsed, heat licking his skin like Sera's gaze. She danced closer, her glossy curves a walking NSFW warning. "Eyes on the fire, not my assets," she chided, yeeting a fireball. It torched his boxers, leaving him in barely enough fabric to stay Webnovel-legal. "Whoops, simp!"
"You gremlin!" Peter lunged, flames going full anime OP. Sera dodged, bikini jiggling like it was paid by the bounce, and cracked a fire whip that tore what was left of his boxers. "Savage!" he laughed, slashing back. His fire wave hit her, making her thong shift just enough to keep it spicy, not explicit.
Sera stumbled, cackling like a chaos gremlin. "Naughty, master!" She hurled a barrage of fireballs, Peter deflecting, sparks flying like a bad 4th of July. Her tattoos flared, the flaming ring tightening like a spicy hug. "Push me, simp!" she taunted, bikini slipping to flash underboob—no nipples, just pure brain rot.
Peter grinned, flames going full unhinged. He tackled her, their magic exploding in a blast that could've powered a hentai subreddit. They hit the ground, Sera under him, her glossy skin slick with sweat. "Pinned you, good girl," he smirked, gripping her wrists like he was claiming a limited-edition waifu figure.
Her lips parted, thighs squeezing him. "Oh, master, you're filthy," she moaned, tattoos glowing like a neon sign. Before things got too X-rated, shouts crashed the vibe.
"Peter-kun!" Six noble goons stormed the yard, Leon's crest gleaming like a cheap flex. "Cedric says you're toast, peasant!"
Peter rolled off, sword flaring like a glowstick at a rave. "Sera, time to yeet these clowns."
She sprang up, thong skewed, bikini holding like a champ. "My favorite sport!" Her fire whip yeeted a goon's sword into next week. Peter slashed another, flames roasting his fancy cape. Sera's curves distracted a third, who ate Peter's fist like it was breakfast. The rest bolted, screaming like they'd seen a ghost.
A screen flashed, extra sassy.
🔥 [Combat Synergy: Peter & Sera +3%]
Affinity: 18% – Feral Thirst
Challenge eligibility for Kara: 2 encounters remaining.
Sera pressed against Peter, bikini brushing his chest like a federal offense. "We're too drippy, master. Cedric's next—let's clap those dragon thighs."
Peter smirked, heart pounding like a bass drop. "Kara's mine, but you're still my main." The God Harem Throne was screaming his name, and he was ready to simp his way to the top.