"System (flirty & breathy):
"Warning: Host is about to be absolutely dominated~"
Kael stood at the edge of the Obsidian Arena, sweat trailing down his back. This place wasn't just a training hall—it was a coliseum built for domination. Stone bleachers lined the walls, ancient enchantments glowed in crimson glyphs, and the air reeked of blood, incense… and sex.
> "Enter, F-Rank boy,"
a voice like a growl soaked in honey echoed.
He turned.
And then forgot how to breathe.
Lady Mordana Vex walked barefoot across the blackstone tiles, hips swaying like a serpent about to strike. She wore only an armored corset that barely held her tits in check, her dark red skin shimmering with demonic tattoos. Her long black ponytail swung like a whip, and her burning golden eyes locked on him like prey.
> "You're the Sword-Healer who thinks with his dick," she said, licking her lips.
"Let's see if you can last five minutes."
Kael's cock twitched before his sword did.
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"You're not ready to swing your sword until you've been broken."
Mordana summoned a hell-blade of obsidian flame and charged.
Kael barely dodged, air slicing behind his cheek. He summoned his Spiritblade, pulsing faintly with light… and cum-energy.
The first strike knocked him on his ass. The second disarmed him.
The third? She straddled him.
Mordana's thighs clamped around his waist, her bare skin hot and slick against his stomach. Her demon scent—a mix of sweat, brimstone, and suppressed arousal—invaded his senses.
> "Rule one of survival," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear,
"Never let a demon MILF on top. Because we don't get off until you break."
She groped his chest, clawing at his robes. He gasped as she ground her hips against his bulge, her hot breath ghosting over his neck.
Kael's Cock Awakens. His Sword, Too.
The Spiritblade responded to his arousal, glowing harder as he pulsed with sexual energy.
> System (purring):
"New technique unlocked: [Lust Infuse – Passive Aura]. Your cock now passively increases weapon spirit potency when MILFs grind on you~!"
Kael didn't know whether to panic or fuck.
He pushed up, grabbing her waist. "You call this training?!"
Mordana's laugh was wicked. "No, this is."
She bit his neck—sharp, hot pain—and shoved him back down. Her demon tail coiled around his thigh like a leash.
> "Show me how your dick heals, boy. Or I'll break it in half."
It was A Trial by Flame, Flesh, and Frustration
They fought—physically, sexually, spiritually. For an hour.
Every time Kael tried to rise, she groped, straddled, or pinned him. Her tits slapped his face mid-spar, her wet thighs rubbed against his cock as they wrestled, and once, she even moaned when he accidentally traced a spiritual line across her ass with his sword-hilt.
> "You're still soft," she snarled. "Fuck-soft."
> "Then teach me how to get hard," he panted.
Silence.
Then a smirk.
> "Come to my chamber at midnight," Mordana said, standing over him, foot pressing on his chest. "If you're not trembling in your cum-soaked pants by then, I might teach you something real."
It was finally night time and Kael sat in his dorm room, shirtless, body aching, boner refusing to go down.
> "That woman fights like sex and kills like a whip..." he muttered.
Across the room, Marena peeked through the curtain. "Everything okay, Kael?"
He glanced at her tits outlined in moonlight, then looked away, still reeling from Mordana's demon thighs.
> "Yeah," he said.
"I think I'm gonna lose my virginity… to a demon MILF who wants to break me."
System (moaning softly):
"Midnight Quest Accepted: [Submission Trial: Cum or well... Die Trying]~"