By the time Ray returned to the barracks, it was already late into the night.
The dimly lit room was silent, the other soldiers fast asleep.
With a satisfied smirk, he made his way to his cot, collapsing onto the thin mattress.
Just as he was getting comfortable—
"Where the hell were you this late? It's past midnight."
Ray turned his head to see Kean, his bunkmate, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"Didn't I tell you already?" Ray grinned, throwing the blanket over himself. "I was out collecting debts."
Kean furrowed his brows. "What kind of debt?"
"Too many questions." Ray yawned, turning over. "Go to sleep."
****
The next morning—
"Ray! Ray! Wake up!"
Ray groaned. "Ugh… Why are you screaming so damn loud?"
"It's already nine! Maybe you should try sleeping earlier for once."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm up." Ray sat up, stretching. "So? What's got you all worked up?"
"The Knight Captain is here for an inspection."
Ray blinked. "Knight Captain? You mean… Dame Olivia Bardot?"
At the name, a vivid image from the game flashed in his mind—a proud, untouchable warrior, her curvaceous form clad in armor that did little to hide her imposing beauty.
"Yeah," Kean nodded. "She's overseeing the training for the upcoming monster subjugation." He leaned in. "And I heard that if you catch her eye, she might personally train you."
Ray's lips curled into a devilish grin.
"Oh, I'll catch her eye, alright." His voice dropped, laced with amusement. "But it won't be her training me… I'll be the one training her."
Kean frowned. "What nonsense are you babbling now?"
Ray chuckled, dodging the light smack on his back.
"Oh, nothing~" He swung his legs over the bed and stood up.
"Let's go."
Today was about to get interesting.
*****
The training grounds were already packed with soldiers standing at attention, their backs straight, their faces set in disciplined focus.
"Listen up, you numbnuts!" The platoon leader, a gruff, middle-aged man with a voice like grinding steel, barked at them. "Knight Captain Olivia Bardot is coming to inspect our platoon's strength."
A ripple of anticipation spread through the gathered men.
"I don't want any of you screwing this up," the leader continued. "So keep your heads straight and be on your best behavior. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers responded in perfect unison.
Meanwhile, Ray nonchalantly picked his ear, barely paying attention.
"Ugh… so loud…" he muttered under his breath, already losing interest.
Just as he was about to zone out completely, a commotion stirred from the front.
Curious, Ray stretched his neck to see what was happening.
And then he saw her.
Olivia Bardot.
"Damn… that sinful body."
She was the very embodiment of raw sensuality.
Her massive, heaving breasts strained against the confines of her tight, metal-plated bustier, the rigid silver cups squeezing and lifting them into a scandalous display of soft, bouncing flesh.
Every breath she took tested the limits of her armor, as if daring it to contain her voluptuous curves.
Her tiny red skirt barely covered her wide, thick thighs, the dangerously high slits exposing sinful amounts of smooth, creamy skin.
A tight belt cinched her waist, emphasizing the exaggerated contrast between her narrow middle and sumptuous hips.
Long, silver hair cascaded down her back, framing her plump lips and sultry, piercing eyes.
The thigh-high white stockings hugged her thick, toned legs, further enhancing the sheer eroticism of her presence.
And just as every man's blood began to boil at the sight of her…
Another woman entered beside her.
And if Olivia was a walking temptation…
This one was pure sin incarnate.
Her colossal, round breasts strained against a tight, low-cut bustier, barely containing their sheer size.
With every step, they trembled, her deep cleavage pushed up in a way that made every breath she took feel like a tease.
Her narrow waist only emphasized the sheer width of her curvy, child-bearing hips, wrapped tightly in skintight white pants that clung to every inch of her thick, toned thighs and plump, perfect ass.
But the real showstopper?
Her massive, shapely ass.
The tight fabric stretched across her voluptuous curves, as if it were struggling to contain all that sinful flesh.
And when she bent just slightly, her thick thighs pressing together…
Every man watching swallowed hard.
Even Ray had to admit—
"Fuck… This world keeps getting better."
****
Standing on an elevated platform, Olivia Bardot surveyed the gathered soldiers, her commanding presence demanding absolute attention.
She placed a hand on her hip, her ample chest rising as she addressed the men.
"Soldiers! Many of you already know me, but for those who don't, allow me to introduce myself."
Her voice was firm and unwavering, carrying easily over the sea of disciplined bodies.
"I am Olivia Bardot, Knight Captain leading next week's demon subjugation expedition." She gestured beside her, where a striking red-haired beauty stood. "And this is Deputy Captain Ariana Müller. She will be assisting with your training for the next week."
Ariana stepped forward, her fiery red hair glistening under the sun as her sharp eyes scanned the crowd.
"Listen up!" she commanded.
"The rumors you've been hearing about a demon lurking near the city borders? They may not be confirmed yet, but chances are—they're true."
A ripple of unease spread through the crowd.
"That's why we're here. So don't slack off—give it your all."
Murmurs erupted among the soldiers.
"But aren't the knights supposed to handle demons?" one voice questioned.
"Yeah, what can we do?" another chimed in. "We're just foot soldiers. We don't even have mana or aura. If we go up against demons, we'll just be cannon fodder."
The murmurs of discontent quickly grew into grumbling protests.
Then—
"PATHETIC!!"
A single, booming voice silenced the entire crowd.
All heads turned.
Of course, it was Ray.
His eyes burned with disdain as he swept his gaze over the soldiers.
"AREN'T YOU ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES?!" His voice echoed across the training grounds.
"HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP GROVELING LIKE COWARDS?!"
He took a step forward, his presence now larger than life.
"THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! A golden opportunity to prove yourselves—to show your strength—to rise above the ranks! And instead of grasping it, you're here whining like weaklings?"
His words struck deep, and a heavy silence fell over the men.
"WE ARE SOLDIERS!" Ray continued, his voice filled with conviction.
"People sleep peacefully in their homes because they believe in us! They trust us to protect them! But now, when the enemy is at our doorstep, you're trembling like children?!"
He scoffed, shaking his head.
"So what if we're the lowest rank? So what if we can't use mana or aura? We are still soldiers! And I, for one, would rather die on my feet as a soldier than cower like a coward!"
His words ignited a fire in the air. The men, who had moments ago been full of doubt, now looked at each other, ashamed.
Ray took a breath before delivering his final blow.
"And besides— Knight Captain Olivia and Deputy Captain Ariana are personally training us! Even knights don't get such a privilege. Consider yourselves lucky!"
The entire training ground fell silent.
Every soldier's head hung in shame.
Then—
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
The slow, deliberate sound of clapping came from the front.
Ray looked up.
Olivia and Ariana were watching him, their eyes gleaming as they clapped, a knowing smirk on their lips.
It was as if they had just discovered a gem.
Ray smirked inwardly.
"Gotcha."