"And... out of all the pussies I've tasted, yours is the most delicious."
I collapsed onto Yuria's body, covering her completely. I licked her sweat-drenched cheek, tasting a faint saltiness.
"...I'm glad my pussy pleases you, Yujin."
Her reaction seemed lukewarm, but her pussy was clenching tightly around me. She was clearly enjoying my words.
I moved my hips back and forth.
Squish, squish.
"Ugh... Aaaah!"
I wrapped my arms around Yuria's waist and back, lifting her up and positioning her to sit on the edge of the bed. Her left leg draped over my shoulder. I thrust deeper and harder than before.
"Yuria, your pussy is truly the best."
"T-thank you, Yujin. Ugh...!"
Our sex lasted from morning until noon. Academy? My dick hurts too much to go today.
Competition Tournament.
A mandatory competition for all Fourth-Year students at Goldway Academy.
It's divided into preliminary rounds and the Main Tournament. In the Main Tournament, teams of four must be formed, consisting of students from both the Swordsmanship Department and the Magic Department.
The only restriction is that teams must have four members. It's perfectly fine to have one Swordsmanship student and three Magic students, or vice versa. Ideally, teams should consist of two Swordsmanship students and two Magic students.
I'll team up with Kyle. He'll definitely team up with that arrogant redhead bitch.
In the original work, Kyle teams up with some loser whose name I can't even remember.
Well... that's for later. For now, I need to focus on the preliminary rounds.
I stared straight ahead.
About ten meters away, Kyle was pointing his sword at me, and I was pointing mine back at him.
Floy stood between us.
"This is the preliminary round of the Competition Tournament. Don't worry about winning or losing just give it your best."
The preliminary round of the Competition Tournament was an individual event. Students from the Swordsmanship Department or Magic Department would spar against each other while wearing special protective gear.
Each student would spar three times, each time against a different opponent.
In truth, it's only called a preliminary round. There's no actual elimination.
Losing didn't mean elimination, and winning didn't grant any advantages.
The preliminary round was just a pretext. The real purpose was to assess the students' skills through sparring. However, at the professors' discretion, students deemed below standard would be barred from the Main Tournament and instead receive special training from the faculty.
Unlike the Main Tournament, which is open to all students, the preliminary rounds are conducted in private.
"Mana use is permitted, but Aura use is strictly prohibited. I will halt the sparring immediately if I deem it too dangerous. My orders must be followed without question."
"Yes, understood," Kyle and I replied.
Kyle stared at me with a serious expression.
He wouldn't go easy on me just because I'm his younger brother. Knowing Kyle's personality, he'd likely take the sparring even more seriously because of our familial connection. That's just the kind of guy he is.
I don't like this.
Kyle's stance wasn't the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, but rather the basic Prucus swordsmanship form. At this point, he wasn't particularly trying to conceal his Plum Blossom Sword Technique.
He was holding back for my sake.
"Begin the sparring match."
As soon as Floy's signal dropped, we charged at each other, our swords clashing.
Clang!
Sparks flew from the collision. I was pushed back slightly.
...Slightly pushed back?
Kyle was a mid-grade Aura Expert. Even without using Aura, his physical abilities far surpassed mine. In contrast, my physical abilities were relatively weak for my Cultivation Realm. If Kyle had gone all out, I should have been forced back at least five steps.
He's holding back after all.
If Kyle attacked with his full strength, I wouldn't even have a chance to demonstrate my skills before losing.
I know I'm going to lose, but... it's still infuriating.
My pride as a swordsman flared. It was a pity I couldn't use the Yeongcheon Style.
Kang! Kang!
I wasn't using the Prucus Basic Swordsmanship, but the Meteor Sword Art. Yet it had no effect on Kyle, who skillfully deflected my strikes.
"Wow, you've improved a lot since I last saw you. When did you learn this sword technique?"
He casually struck down my blade while carrying on a conversation, his composure infuriating me. I was swinging my sword with considerable seriousness.
"...I learned it by chance from a mercenary."
"Not a bad technique, but your proficiency seems lacking. You haven't been practicing it long, have you?"
"..."
I gripped my sword with both hands and swung with all my might, channeling Mana into a purely strength-based strike. Kyle effortlessly parried it.
This was the inherent limitation and fatal flaw of strength-based sword techniques: they become useless against opponents with superior physical power.
"This strike had some weight behind it, but your swings were full of openings. You'd be countered in a real fight."
We widened the distance between us. The calm, almost casual battle had momentarily paused.
"I know. I was baiting you to counter."
"Oh, were you?"
That was a lie. I'd just lashed out in anger. I'd assumed this guy wouldn't retaliate anyway.
"...Brother Kyle. Get serious."
"I am being serious."
"I heard you use a different swordsmanship style your real strength, they say. Use it."
"That's..."
"If you're holding back because I'm your younger brother, stop. Swordsmen speak with their blades, but you've been talking with your mouth this whole time."
I stared intently at Kyle.
Kyle's expression shifted, a sudden realization dawning on his face as he looked at me. His gaze was now far more serious than before.
"Sorry. This is the first time I've ever sparred seriously with someone as physically frail as you. I guess I got carried away. I'll give it my all from now on."
Kyle's entire demeanor changed.
He extended his sword vertically, centering it before his body. His breathing slowed dramatically. The pressure emanating from him now was immeasurably greater than before.
I can't see any openings.
He should be riddled with openings, yet none were visible. The irony was palpable.
If Yuria were here, she'd have spotted the openings immediately.
What appeared to be openings to me now seemed like traps.
I had learned the Plum Blossom Sword Technique by analyzing Kyle's combat data from the ancient artifact, the "Warrior Training Ground Cartman." Yuria and I had even conducted our own analysis. The Plum Blossom Sword Technique was by no means invincible.
"Hoooooo..."
Kyle exhaled deeply and began to move. I didn't need to worry about his dazzling footwork; this was a sparring match. He would come straight at me.
I swung my sword vertically at Kyle. His blade deflected mine sideways, leaving a lingering afterimage. I took a quick backstep to evade his strike.
That afterimage is unnecessarily confusing. Is this the Phantom Sword technique?
From a distance, it might look comical, but up close, it was terrifying.
If he had used sword qi, he would have bloomed a plum blossom.
The true essence of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique is revealed when the plum blossom blooms. The afterimage I'm seeing now is merely a taste of its power.
If I can't match his strength or technique, speed is my only option.
Momentary.
Moving beside Kyle, I swung my sword. Kyle's blade moved sluggishly.
Success... wait, what?
His sword, which had seemed so slow, had already deflected mine.
Damn Phantom Sword! Its speed is impossible to predict!
The countermeasure for the Plum Blossom Sword Technique that Yuria and I had prepared required the Yeongcheon Style, which I couldn't use right now.
"You're incredibly fast. Is that another technique you learned from mercenaries?"
"...That's right."
I decided not to drag this out. If a single Momentary strike failed, I'd use them in rapid succession.
Momentary.
First, I positioned myself behind Kyle. As expected, he reacted swiftly, turning and swinging his sword in a blur.
Momentary.
I reappeared behind him again, swinging my sword. Kyle's blade seemed to rewind time, returning to block my attack.
Momentary.
I released my grip on the sword, dove into Kyle's arms, and unleashed a spinning kick. Kyle's eyes flickered, betraying his surprise. But he quickly raised his arm, blocking the kick with his wrist.
Momentary.
I snatched the falling sword mid-air and thrust it toward Kyle's armored chest.
Kyle responded calmly, parrying my thrust with the sword's hilt. I swiftly retreated.
I can't win.
I couldn't make excuses like, If I had used Thunderbolt and Yeongcheon Style... Kyle hadn't used his Aura either.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, Floy intervened.
"That's enough. The spar is over."
I was grateful. At least I didn't have to say the words "I lost."
"Yujin-ah, how's your health? Are you alright?"
"...I'm fine. My heart condition has improved significantly since before."
"You certainly look much healthier than before."
At that moment, Floy approached us.
"Both of you did well."
"Professor Floy, what's the evaluation?" I asked her.
"Both of you earned an A."
Kyle nodded calmly, while I didn't care much about the evaluation since I was only attending for three months anyway.
An A is the highest possible grade.
We received this grade because the evaluation criteria were tailored to Academy students. Although I lost, my skills still placed me within the top 1% of Academy students.
We bowed to Floy and left the training hall.
"Yujin-ah, why don't we go to the city later? I heard there's a really good restaurant. Let's take Yuria and the maids too."
Kyle suggested. I gave him an awkward smile and said apologetically, "Sorry, Brother. I don't think I can make it. I have Student Council duties."
"Ah... right. You mentioned you joined the Student Council."
"Nella, the Student Council Accountant, and I are cleaning out the storage room this time, so it'll be pretty tough."
"If you have plans, there's nothing we can do... What about Yuria and the maids?"
"Brother, wouldn't it be a little weird for you to go to the city with my maids?"
"Uh, maybe? I don't usually worry about stuff like that... But yeah, it would probably be weird."
"Let's go to the city together next time. I'm heading to the Student Council now."
"Okay, let's definitely go together next time."
After parting ways with Kyle, I headed to the Student Council, lost in thought.
How can I use sword qi? Would it be possible if I invested all my stat points into Mana?
I couldn't quite grasp it.
A storage room near the Student Council Room.
I lay naked on a makeshift mattress on the floor.
"Haa! Ahh! Mmm!"
Nella, the Student Council Accountant, her dark green bob swaying wildly, rode me, her hips rising and falling rhythmically. My erect cock slid in and out of her pussy.
Her B-cup breasts, slightly sagging, jiggled violently with each thrust.
I had fucked Nella recently. When we were alone, the tension between us flared, and after we both made it clear what we wanted, we ended up having sex right then and there.
"Senior... How does it feel? Haaah!"
"It feels amazing. Do you do this for your boyfriend too?"
Nella gripped my knees and began moving slowly back and forth. Despite her innocent appearance, she was quite the seductress.
"Of course not... You know how highly the Cobalt Kingdom values chastity."
Nella's boyfriend was a third-year student in the Swordsmanship Department, a childhood friend who lived next door.
"I wouldn't think so, looking at you now."
"You're the one who made me like this, Senior. I never imagined sex could feel so good. Haaah... You should move a little too."
I subtly shifted my hips in response to her request.
"Have you ever kissed your boyfriend?"
"We've kissed, yes. Ahh..."
As I was about to come, Nella suddenly sat down, causing my glans to slam against her.
"Haaah... I think I might get pregnant..."
"Don't say things you don't mean. We have contraception magic, you know."
"Ugh... Senior's semen is too thick and abundant. I don't think the contraception magic will work."
"That's a lame joke."
"Besides, if I were to get pregnant, it would be with Jerry's sperm."
"Your boyfriend's name... it sounds like 'rat' no matter how many times I hear it. Is his dick rat-sized too?"
"..."
"Why aren't you answering? Is it actually true?"
"I saw it by chance once... it was quite small. Ah-hm."
Nella stood up. White semen dripped from the crimson slit beneath her green pubic hair.
"More importantly, Senior, you're after the President, aren't you?"
"You noticed?"
"Now that I know your true nature, it's obvious what you're after."
"Then help me out. The President is no ordinary fortress."
"She's the eldest daughter of the Duke of Argentina, after all. Are you really serious about this?"
"Absolutely. I'm going to devour that noble pussy. You'll help me, right? We're friends."
"...Friends who have sex. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll cooperate."
"Oh, really?"
Nella smiled darkly, a smile utterly unimaginable for her usual self.
"Unlike me, the President has it all: beauty, a perfect figure, an exceptional family lineage, and talent in both magic and swordsmanship. I've always been a little jealous."
A little?
"I want to see that perfect President lose her composure with you, crying out without holding back."
"Oh. I'd like to see that too."
Nella sprawled out beside me.
"This time, you make the move, Senior. If you disappoint me, you won't get my cooperation."
"So you want to howl like a sow before the President does? If that's what you want, I'll make it happen."
I chuckled, grabbing Nella's pale, rounded hip.