The jungle air hung thick and heavy around us, wrapping everything in a warm, sticky embrace that made every breath feel like a shared secret in the humid night.
Dusk slowly turned the sky from green to deep purple, casting long shadows from the trees that looked like jagged claws reaching out across the fading light.
Lira moved with smooth, wild grace, her body flowing like a cat on the prowl as she sliced into the boar's side with her dagger in quick, gentle strokes that parted the flesh cleanly.
The dead boar lay sprawled on a bed of crushed ferns, steam rising from its still-warm body like a tired sigh after a long, fierce struggle in the undergrowth.
She had dragged the whole thing here by herself after her bloody fight with it, tusks and all, while I stayed tied to the tree like her helpless plaything in the growing shadows.
There was no room for heroics or foolish risks on my part, though the difference between them felt blurry in this strange dream world where every glance carried the promise of teeth and tangled skin.
At last, she cut the vines loose from my wrists, letting them fall away like old, unwanted skin as her amber eyes scanned me slowly from neck to thigh, lingering where my loincloth strained against my body's unwanted reaction.
"You're no lowly worker covered in mud, storm-boy," she said in a deep, rough voice that rumbled through my stomach and sent a slow heat spreading downward like fire without any visible flames.
"Rest those soft hands of yours, because the other women in the pack will want you fresh and unmarked, ready for their claws to leave the first real claims on your skin."
Her tail flicked against my leg in a quick motion, making me wonder if it was accidental or the opening move in a chase that would end with us locked together in the heat of the moment.
It was hard to tell with these beast women, since every small gesture seemed loaded with the raw promise of sharp teeth meeting soft flesh in a rhythm of passion and power.
I rubbed the red marks on my wrists, faint reminders from her tight knots that showed how surrender here could be the most thrilling kind of victory.
From closing massive business deals in cold glass towers to this life, where I'm just eye candy for a group of fierce women with fur and fire in their eyes.
My old company would have fought hard to take control of it all.
But the memory of the plane crash still lingered cold in my veins, along with Juvia's bitter lie that turned her soft breaths into screams as the dark ocean pulled us under without mercy.
I'd take this warm, confining cage over that empty nothing, at least for the time being.
She cut the skin away with clean precision, the knife sliding easily as the hide peeled back like soft cloth rumpled from a night of urgent, shared passion with no room for waste or hesitation.
Each stroke of her blade seemed to honour the dead beast and it also got me to the point that she's not an ordinary with the blades in her hand.
While her muscles flexed smoothly under her skin and sweat traced slow paths down the curve of her back into hidden places.
"Damnnn….. shesss toooo hot and her sweat is making me to do something, but if I did that I can guarantee that this is my final day."
I couldn't just sit there watching like some spoiled pet in the middle of her work, so my old instincts as a leader kicked in strong and I stepped closer into the warm cloud of her scent.
"Let me help with this," I said, holding out my hand for the dagger with the confidence I'd used in rooms full of rivals to turn losses into gains.
"I've handled cutting deals before, always keeping it clean and getting the maximum value out of every single part."
Of course it's all a lie, I just want to touch that dagger and make a replica of that dagger.
From the looks of it, if my eyes seen something it will be stored as a memory, but if I want to replicate it I need materials and I have to scan it with my hand like 3D scanning to make a blue print out of it.
"what an OP skill that's what everyone will think of seeing this skill."
"But it's also got some disadvantages, the result will be varying on the materials and also it need exact materials to make that replica."
Good thing she didn't have a gold or diamond, because that will be difficult to obtain in this world…..
Lira paused in her motion, one eyebrow lifting high under her furry ear as a smile full of sharp teeth spread across her lips like a challenge I couldn't ignore.
"Cutting deals, is that what you call it?"
She laughed in a low, throaty sound that buzzed through the air and pressed against my chest like the start of something building.
"That's sweet for a young one like you, but save all that clumsy effort for the time in bed, where I want you complete and shaking, not marked up before the real fun even starts."
She tossed me a spare stone knife anyway, its handle rough like her sharp nails and still warm from the heat of her grip as it landed solidly in my open palm.
The challenge is out there now, and the part of me that built empires from nothing says I have to take it without a second thought.
I knelt down next to the boar's side, trying to copy her smooth angle as I cut, pulled, and worked to separate the layers with careful focus.
But my hand slipped on the slick blood covering everything, making the knife tear roughly instead of gliding clean, and a chunk ripped free in a messy, jagged way that sent red splatters across my loincloth like accidental art gone wrong.
While doing the cutting, I scanned the entire dagger
The blue box flashed up in my vision suddenly, lighting like a quick spark on dry wood ready to catch.
[E-GRADE DAGGER SCANNED SUCCESSFULLY
Bone fang Blade (Warrior's Edge)
Memory Stored for Reproduction (Cost: 25 LP/piece)]
[+15 LP Gained for finding a dagger. Total: 56/100.]
Bone fang….!, I thought it was a stone built material, whatever it will gave me a huge boost in this world, just few more LP to unleash my body.
She let out a quick snort of amusement, her laugh coming deep from her throat like a dog pleased with its fresh kill as she leaned in closer than necessary.
Her breath hit my ear hot and heavy, carrying the sharp mix of her hard work and something wilder underneath, while her nail tapped my wrist in a light but firm correction that sent a sharp zap straight down to my core.
Where the system's lock held everything back like a cruel barrier.
"Your first real try at this, little pup" she teased, her voice turning soft and rough at the same time, sliding into me and staying there like it belonged.
"It's cute, just like a new one's quick breath in the dark when the first teeth graze close."
"But stop now, before you ruin the whole cut... or push me to show you the right way, maybe with something even sharper than this blade."
As she bent low to fix the mess I'd made, stretching over the body with easy strength, her clothes pulled tight across her chest and the sweat turned the leather almost see-through against her full curves.
A dark tip showed clear through the thin fabric, hard and pushing out as if it wanted freedom or a touch to ease the tension.
My eyes caught on it without warning, stuck there like a hook in soft skin, because office rules back home had nothing on this raw break of all boundaries in the open air.
I forced my eyes away fast, my face burning hot while the heat built lower in a useless push against the lock that kept everything trapped.
The blue screen popped out
[To UNLOCK your manhood = 10000 points]
So I can't get mood from my lower part, but when she touched me earlier, I got the tingling in there but now...
Noooooooooooooooooo...….