"What is your name, soldier?" Olivia asked, her piercing gaze fixed on him.
"It's Ray, Captain."
After Ray's impassioned speech on the training grounds, Olivia had been thoroughly impressed. Now, he stood before her inside a lavish tent, temporarily set up for her stay.
'Damn! Even a 'temporary' stay is more luxurious than the entire soldier's barracks,' Ray thought, glancing at the elegant furnishings.
Olivia crossed her arms, her metal-plated bustier straining slightly as she regarded him with a look of approval.
"You speak well. I'm moved by your dedication," she said, her tone warm. "Every soldier should have determination like yours."
Ray shook his head modestly.
"I didn't not say anything special, Captain. Just stating the truth. A soldier should stand firm—that's all."
Olivia nodded in appreciation.
"And humble, too," she mused. "Tell me, what is your dream, soldier? Do you want to be promoted? I can recommend your name."
Ray met her gaze, his voice unwavering.
"No, Captain. I don't want to sit at the back and give orders. I want to be on the frontlines." His eyes burned with conviction. "I want to become a knight. I want to fight alongside great warriors like you."
A slow clapping sound broke the silence.
"Clap. Clap. Clap."
Ariana, standing nearby, smirked.
"I must say, you have the heart of a hero," she said, tilting her head.
But then, her expression turned serious.
"However, becoming a knight isn't just about determination or hard work," she added. "A true knight must possess mana or aura. Without it, you'll always be a common soldier."
Ray grinned.
"Oh? Are you talking about this?"
He raised his fist—and in an instant, a faint blue glow enveloped it.
Ariana's eyes widened.
"You... possess mana?"
Ray shrugged nonchalantly. "Seems so."
A brief silence. Then—
Olivia's lips curled into a pleased smile.
"Well, that's wonderful," she said, stepping forward. "You've already cleared the first hurdle. From here on out, everything depends on your dedication."
She placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
"And don't worry," Olivia continued, her voice brimming with confidence. "I'll train you myself. I can't let a soldier with such passion waste his potential here."
Ray smirked.
'Just as planned.'
*****
"Let's test your current skills before we begin training," Ariana said, drawing her sword with a practiced ease. "Take out your weapon."
Ray complied, the steel whispering as he unsheathed his blade.
The two stepped apart, swords in hand, while Olivia positioned herself as the referee.
Thanks to the spacious tent—chosen specifically for Olivia's preference for private training—they didn't have to move outside.
"Don't be nervous. I won't use mana either," Ariana reassured him, a smirk playing on her lips.
Ray grinned. "Nervous? Not in the slightest."
Olivia raised her hand.
"Enough talking—BEGIN!"
The moment her voice rang out, Ariana lunged.
Fast. Too fast.
Her supple body twisted like a coiled viper, her sword cutting through the air with terrifying precision.
Ray barely had time to react, his eyes momentarily distracted by the way her toned thighs flexed mid-leap, her short skirt riding up just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse.
His grip tightened instinctively.
'Damn, those thighs…'
But there was no time for that.
Ariana's blade flashed.
Clang!
Steel met steel as Ray parried her rapid slashes, each strike sending a jolt up his arm. Her strength was deceptive, her lithe form hiding powerful, precise movements honed from relentless training.
Her breath came in hot, ragged pants, her chest rising and falling with each exertion. The thin fabric of her top clung to her sweat-kissed skin, accentuating every tempting curve.
"Not bad," Ariana purred, licking her lips. "You're handling yourself well for a mere soldier."
Then, her eyes flashed dangerously.
"But this… is over!"
With blinding speed, she twisted her hips, pivoting into a final, decisive strike aimed straight at Ray's defense.
Ray's smirk didn't waver as Ariana lunged at him, her crimson hair flowing behind her like a fiery storm. She moved like a predator, her sword a silver blur, slicing through the air with terrifying precision.
But Ray was no slouch. He dodged, parried, countered—his every move sharp, his instincts honed. He could win this.
Then—
Shhrrk!
A sharp tearing sound split the air.
Ray's blade had grazed just below her chest, cutting clean through the fabric of her tight top. For a moment, neither of them reacted.
And then—
Her massive, heaving breasts spilled free.
Soft, jiggling flesh bounced into view, completely unrestrained. Her pale, perfect tits quivered, the hardened peaks of her nipples standing proudly in the cool air. Each movement sent them bouncing wildly, rippling from the sudden release.
Ray froze.
His fingers loosened around his sword as his brain short-circuited.
Holy… fuck.
Ariana, to his utter disbelief, didn't even flinch.
Instead, she smirked—and then stepped forward, making her tits jiggle enticingly with every tiny movement.
"Oh? Distracted already?" she purred, voice dripping with amusement.
Ray swallowed hard. His instincts screamed at him to focus, to fight—but how the hell was he supposed to fight when her glorious, sweat-kissed breasts were bouncing inches from his face?!
She took another step forward—BOUNCE.
Ray stumbled backward.
Ariana lunged. BOUNCE, JIGGLE.
Ray barely parried her strike, but in doing so, his arm accidentally brushed against her bare tits.
Soft. So fucking soft.
A jolt of heat shot down his spine at the warm, pillowy sensation pressing against his skin. He could feel the sweat glistening on her smooth curves, the heat radiating from her body.
His throat went dry. He needed to regain control—fast.
But Ariana wasn't done.
She smirked knowingly and suddenly pressed her chest against his arm, rubbing against him deliberately.
"Oh my," she teased, her voice laced with amusement. "You're shaking, Ray. Could it be… that you can't handle me?"
Ray gritted his teeth, trying to wrench himself away—but her soft, supple tits dragged against his skin, sending a pulse of pure carnal heat through him.
BOUNCE. JIGGLE.
He could see the way her nipples stiffened from the friction, the way her massive breasts quivered with every teasing shift of her body.
His mind was spiraling. His cock was hardening.
And Ariana knew it.
Smirking, she suddenly arched her back—thrusting her massive tits forward, right into his line of sight.
They bounced wildly, heavy and perfect, her sweat-slicked curves gleaming under the torchlight.
Ray barely had time to react before she pushed off her toes, twisting in midair, her massive tits jiggling madly as she struck.
SLAP!
Not her sword—her tits.
Her enormous, bouncing breasts smacked against his chest.
The warm, pillowy impact made Ray stagger, completely thrown off balance. His sword nearly slipped from his grip as he felt the firm-yet-soft weight of her bare tits pressing against him.
She grinned wickedly, taking full advantage of his daze.
And before he could recover—
Cold steel pressed against his throat.
"This is over," she purred, her victorious smirk making his cock twitch painfully in frustration.
Ray let out a ragged breath, staring at the sweat-glistening valley of her bare tits, heaving with every heavy inhale.
Yeah. He lost.
But as his gaze lingered on her bouncing, sinful breasts, a slow, satisfied smirk curled on his lips.
She might have won this match.
But in the long game?
Ray had already won.
'Next time… it won't be my sword of steel between those tits. It'll be my real sword.'