The Combat Arena was a pit of sand surrounded by tiered concrete seating. The entire student body watched in silence as the giantess, Instructor Valerica, cracked her knuckles. The sound echoed like gunshots.
Ren stood across from her. He looked small.
"No weapons," Valerica grunted, tossing her jacket aside to reveal arms thick with muscle and covered in scars. "If you can touch me once, you pass. If you get knocked out, you fail. If you die... well, try not to die."
She didn't wait for a signal. She launched.
BOOM.
She moved terrifyingly fast for someone of her size. She closed the ten-meter gap in a heartbeat, throwing a punch that would have decapitated a normal student.
Ren didn't block. He didn't use the Gauntlets. He simply... ceased to be there.
[Agility Check: PASSED]
[Passive: Pheromone Production (Amplified by Adrenaline)]
Ren slid under her guard, his hair brushing against her bicep.
"Missed," Ren whispered.
Valerica growled, spinning around with a backhand strike. Ren ducked again, weaving through her attacks like smoke. He wasn't fighting back; he was dancing. And every time he dodged, he made sure to get close. Too close.
He brushed against her hip. His chest grazed her arm.
"Stop running, rat!" Valerica roared, her blood heating up.
Her [Berserker Corruption] was a curse. It turned her adrenaline into uncontrollable heat. Usually, it made her want to kill.
But today, something was wrong.
As Ren ducked under another haymaker, he stepped into her personal space, pressing his body against hers for a split second to leverage a dodge.
The smell hit her.
It wasn't sweat. It was musk. It was the scent of a predator far more dangerous than her. It was the smell of pure, concentrated Yang energy.
Valerica gasped, her punch faltering mid-air.
A jolt of electricity shot down her spine, bypassing her brain and hitting her straight between her legs.
Drip.
She felt a sudden, shocking dampness in her underwear. Her knees buckled slightly.
"What..." she panted, her face flushing a deep, aroused red. "What are you doing to me?"
Ren didn't retreat. He saw the dilation of her pupils. He saw the way her breathing hitched not from exertion, but from need.
He stepped in close again, grabbing her wrist as she tried to grab him. He wasn't strong enough to stop her, but the contact sent another wave of pleasure through her.
"You're overheating, Instructor," Ren murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "You smell like a bitch in heat."
Valerica should have killed him for that. She should have snapped his neck.
Instead, a whimper clawed its way up her throat. The insult didn't make her angry. It made her thighs clench.
She looked down at him. For the first time, she didn't see a student. She saw a piece of meat. But not to crush—to consume.
Her mind was flooded with a filthy, animalistic image. She imagined him ripping her uniform off right there in the sand. She imagined him shoving her face into the dirt and eating her out like a starving wolf until she screamed his name.
I want him, she realized with horror. I want him to FUCK me right now.
Her body betrayed her completely. She was soaking wet, the fabric of her pants clinging uncomfortably to her swollen PUSSY.
Ren leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
"Are you going to hit me, Valerica? Or are you going to beg?"
Valerica shuddered violently. The rage was gone, replaced by a desperate, throbbing ache. She needed him inside her. She needed his tongue, his cock, his teeth.
"Enough!" Valerica roared, shoving him away.
She stumbled back, clutching her chest, trying to hide the fact that her legs were shaking. The crowd gasped, thinking she was injured.
"Match... over!" she choked out, her voice husky and broken. "He... passed."
She couldn't look at him. If she looked at him, she would jump him.
"Class dismissed!" she yelled, turning on her heel and marching toward the exit tunnel. She needed to get to her office. She needed to lock the door.
Ren stood in the center of the arena, dusting off his uniform. He watched her retreat with a satisfied smirk.
[Target Analysis Complete]
[Target: Valerica]
[Status: Aroused / Unstable]
[Corruption Triggered: The Berserker's Lust]
He looked at the damp footprints she left on the concrete floor.
"She's ready," Ren whispered to himself.
Up in the stands, Vanessa was gripping the railing so hard the metal bent. She saw the look on Valerica's face. She knew that look.
He's hunting her too, Vanessa thought, a dark, possessive jealousy mixing with excitement. Good. Let her join the pack.