Peter's side was gushing blood like a busted keg, but who cared when his veins were popping off with Sera's flame magic? It was like chugging pure chaos and chasing it with a shot of thirst. He stood in the trashed courtyard, his shirt in tatters, noble brats staring like he'd just yeeted their trust fund. Their whispers about the God Harem Throne and Seven Primordials? Just noise. Peter's brain was hijacked by the walking brain rot in front of him.
Sera the Flame Sorceress was serving catastrophe—glossy, sun-kissed skin begging to be worshipped, vibrant pink, medium-short hair sticking to her shoulders, and a micro-bikini top fighting for its life, straps just wide enough to hide her nipples. Her high-cut thong hugged her thick hips so tight it was basically a war crime, glowing red bond tattoos pulsing on her cleavage and thighs. Her amber eyes screamed, "Simp for me, master, I dare you."
"You freed me," she'd purred, lips grazing his ear like a tease from a hentai OST. "Now own this heat, big boy."
Peter, the ex-Bondless loser, was now HIM—a dude with a waifu who'd make a saint sell his halo and a power that had his fingers sparking like a cheap lighter. Brain rot? Bro, he was drowning in it.
"Yo, Sera, let's bounce," he grinned, wiping blood like it was just hot sauce. "These clowns are thirstier than me."
Sera sashayed forward, thong shifting to flash more tattooed thigh, her curves jiggling like they knew the assignment. "Oh, master," she moaned, voice dripping with sin. "Lead me… or I'll drag you to a dark corner and teach you." She winked, bouncing so hard a noble's monocle popped off.
The crowd gasped. One dude choked, "Cedric's gonna nuke him for stealing Sera!" Another hissed, "The God Harem Throne's real—seven waifus, god-tier drip!" Peter didn't give a damn. He grabbed Sera's wrist—her skin was molten—and sprinted for the mage chambers' back exit, a crumbling arch to some cursed, dusty ruins.
"Cut the 'master' crap," he said, ducking under. "I'm Peter, your future sugar daddy."
Sera's laugh was a Molotov cocktail to the brain. "Sugar daddy? Simp alert!" She pressed against him, bikini brushing his arm, straps locked in. "You scared you can't handle my flames, huh?" Her hips popped, thong riding up like it was auditioning for a ban.
Peter's brain was 404-ing, but he smirked. "Handle you? I'm gonna make you my wallpaper and my ringtone, good girl."
Her amber eyes lit up like a neon sign in a red-light district. "Bet, simp." She yanked him into a side chamber—a grimy room with a glowing altar screaming "get freaky here." "Flame bond needs heat," she purred, shoving him onto the altar like he was her personal toy. "Body. Soul. You man enough to keep up?"
Peter was bleeding, half-dead, and ready to sell his soul for a taste. "Hit me, flame mommy," he grinned, hands twitching like a kid in a candy store.
Sera straddled him, bikini straining, underboob teasing like a felony. Her palms slammed his chest, and the room exploded in red light. Her tattoos blazed, neon crimson drenching her glossy curves. Peter's magic surged, flames licking his skin like he was a human torch. Sera leaned in, pink hair tickling his face, her massive breasts this close to ending him. "Sync with me, simp," she moaned, grinding her hips so hard the altar cracked. "Or we're barbecue."
Peter gripped her waist—scorching, slick with sweat, pure brain rot. Their flames danced, sloppy and wild, like a drunk rave. Sera's thong shifted, tattoos flaring like a warning sign. "Harder, master!" she gasped, bikini straps holding like champs. Peter matched her rhythm, flames roaring, his brain a puddle of thirst.
"You're… straight-up unhinged," he panted, smirking through the haze.
"You're down bad," she shot back, lips grazing his jaw, sending his simp meter to the moon. "Call me your good girl, master, or I'll burn your ass."
Peter's control yeeted itself out the window. "Good girl," he growled, yanking her closer. The altar flared, their flames merging in a brain-melting blaze that could've powered a hentai convention. Sera arched, moaning like she was auditioning for a VA role, her tattoos linking to a red mark on Peter's chest. Bond sealed. Head empty. Just vibes.
They collapsed, panting, Sera's glossy skin pressed against him, bikini still clinging. "Nice try, rookie," she whispered, nipping his ear like a gremlin. "You're my simp now, but I'm yours."
A screen popped up, sassy as hell.
🔥 [Bond Sealed: Peter & Sera]
Flame Magic – Ember Core (Rank B) locked in, drip acquired.
Affinity: 12% – Thirsty Devotion
Warning: Hostiles incoming. Lmao, rip.
"Trouble already?" Peter asked, staggering up.
Sera fixed her thong, smirking like she'd planned it. "Cedric, Leon's roided-out bro. Bonded to Kara, a dragon princess with thighs that'll make you cry." She poked his chest, jiggling. "Don't simp for her yet, master."
Peter grinned, sword sparking like a firecracker. "I'm stealing those thighs next."
Sera's laugh was pure chaos, her curves bouncing as she posed. "That's my simp! Let's burn these fools."
Heavy boots thundered outside, and Peter's heart raced. The God Harem Throne was calling, and he was ready to get stupid.