...
Natasha gently exhaled, a trace of warmth still lingering on her fingertips, as if the recent heat hadn't completely dissipated. She looked up at Daziel, who was adjusting his clothes, her eyes now filled with undisguised admiration.
"Mr. Daziel, you truly are... very impressive." Natasha's voice was slightly husky but carried a unique charm, like something rich and mellowed by experience.
Daziel smiled faintly but didn't reply, silently pulling his pants back on. An intimate atmosphere lingered in the room, the air still seeming to hold the traces of their intertwined breaths, the bedsheets bearing the marks of the battle that had taken place.
"However..." Natasha's tone shifted, reverting to the meticulous rationality of a doctor, the mature allure instantly replaced by professional concern. "I still need to remind you, moderation is crucial in all things." She paused briefly, a hint of concern in her eyes, continuing, "After the competition ends... you could stop by my clinic... I can prescribe some medications like Sertraline or Dapoxetine tablets, which might help offset some of the emptiness and depletion caused by excessive indulgence..."
"...And then, I'll replace the bed in the clinic with a bigger, sturdier one..." Hearing this, Daziel didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Thank you for your concern, Ms. Natasha." Daziel nodded helplessly, his tone sincere. "I'll come over after it's finished." Although he didn't need those 'traline' or 'tine' drugs... There was no other reason. He simply wanted to sleep on the big bed in Natasha's clinic. Absolutely no other reason!
Hearing this, a meaningful smile touched Natasha's lips. "That's good then." She slowly stood up, tidying her slightly disheveled clothes with elegant and composed movements. "I hope you can be just as... vigorous... when facing the next two."
After saying this, she gave Daziel a deep look, a look that seemed to carry countless words, finally settling into a gaze full of profound meaning. Then, she turned and left the room.
Daziel watched Natasha's figure disappear behind the door, took a deep breath, trying to calm the somewhat complex emotional fluctuations within him.
Has the meme... really been dispelled? Why does it feel a bit strange? Or is this just how a mature woman should behave? After all, Natasha has been lonely for many years...
Forget it, I won't think about it too much.
"Time's almost up, I should get going." Daziel muttered to himself, temporarily pushing aside the jumbled thoughts, turning, and walking out of the room towards the competition arena.
...
Deafening cheers swept through the entire competition venue like a tsunami, the boiling heat almost igniting the air itself. The giant screen flashed with highlights from previous matches; every strike, every skill activation, drew even wilder screams from the audience.
Where countless gazes converged, Daziel once again walked onto the stage, the spotlight instantly locking onto him. In that moment, cheers like crashing mountains and roaring seas threatened to overturn the entire venue.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please hold your breath! Next, let's welcome today's cutest and most charming Heavenly King with the warmest applause!!" The venue announcer's impassioned voice blasted through the sound system, reaching every corner.
"She is... hailed as the Iron Rider Heavenly King—— Clara!"
Hearing this title, Daziel paused slightly... Seriously? Iron Rider? But considering Clara's relationship with Svarog, maybe it's not entirely out of place?
Accompanied by stirring background music, Clara slowly walked onto the stage. Still the same dazzling silver-white hair, still the iconic red jacket, looking exceptionally petite and cute. Her face held a trace of shyness, pure and delicate. Compared to Daziel's memory, the only change was— she wasn't walking barefoot this time, but wore a pair of small, coffee-colored leather shoes.
Clara's appearance sent the entire venue into an instant frenzy. Cheers and screams rose and fell. Countless fans frantically waved their support items, roaring Clara's name as if pouring out all their passion. There was even some kind of "Clara Support Group" composed of mechanical beings, waving a banner up and down, quite dazzling.
Daziel looked at the small leather shoes on Clara's feet, a flash of disappointment in his eyes. He opened his mouth, unable to hold back his confusion, asking, "Clara, why are you wearing shoes?" The jade-like feet I longed for, gone just like that! How infuriating... what a pity!
Clara's cheeks reddened slightly, her gaze somewhat evasive, not daring to meet Daziel's eyes directly. "Um... ever since Big brother ther Daziel... licked them last time, my feet... they've become very sensitive..." As she spoke, her voice became even quieter, like the buzzing of a mosquito, the delicate lobes of her ears turning so red they looked ready to bleed. "If I don't wear shoes... my body reacts strongly..."
Daziel froze upon hearing this, then immediately understood. This must be the system's doing! That guy did this last time, modifying Clara like this... Really turned her feet into... that?!
The system's subtitles appeared timely, carrying a hint of grievance—
[You can't blame me for this, Master. Without modification, how could licking heal wounds?]
[Besides, I saw that Master seemed to enjoy it too.]
Seeing this, Daziel's mouth twitched violently, veins throbbing at his temples. This damned system, making it sound like it was for my own good!
Understanding the cause of the matter, Daziel quickly tried to apologize to Clara. "I'm sorry! Clara, it must be because of me..."
"No, it's okay! Big brother ther Daziel!" She quickly looked up, gazing pleadingly at Daziel, her tone carrying a hint of grievance, afraid of being abandoned. "Besides, Big brother ther Daziel likes my feet... If I run around barefoot and that kind of situation happens again... wouldn't it be bad for your oral hygiene..." She trailed off, her voice becoming almost inaudible.
Hearing this, Daziel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He did like beautiful feet, but last time he only licked them because Clara was injured; it was truly a last resort!
He was just about to explain further to Clara when the venue announcement suddenly sounded. "Alright, it seems our two contestants today share a deep friendship, with endless old times to catch up on! However, it's not good to keep the audience waiting too long. I now solemnly declare the match... officially begins!"
Daziel and Clara looked at each other, both seeing a trace of helplessness in the other's eyes. It seemed some things could only be explained later. Daziel sighed inwardly.
They walked to the center of the field and tossed their Aether Coins. As the coins traced graceful arcs through the air before landing steadily, two flashes of light erupted, summoning their respective Aether Spirits.
The battle ended quickly. Daziel's Aether Spirit won with overwhelming advantage.
Clara showed no sign of disappointment or dejection. Instead, she skipped happily over to Daziel's side and affectionately linked her arm through his. "Big brother ther Daziel is so amazing!" Clara looked up, her eyes sparkling with adoration. "Let's go to the rest room together."
In the spectator seats, March 7th, who had been watching the arena intently, stomped her foot furiously upon seeing this scene, her delicate face flushing red. "Hey!" she couldn't help shouting, her voice thick with jealousy and dissatisfaction. "That's my usual spot! That little brat, she hasn't even formally joined the family yet, acting so inappropriately!" But her somewhat sharp voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening cheers of the audience. No one heard, and no one paid attention.
Daziel was dragged along by Clara towards the rest room, leaving behind a scene of noise and excitement.
And at this moment, the giant screen in the arena timely began playing an advertisement, cool visuals, magnetic voiceover—
"Genius Club Strongly Certified— Subspace Curvature Purple Mood!"
"Let every agitation sublimate into your own private carnival!"
"Equipped with Lady Herta's reverse-engineered revolutionary 'Superluminal Remote Sensing' technology, letting your other half understand you better!"
"Experience now the warp-speed vibration sensation that amazes even geniuses~"
...
Listening to these incredibly embarrassing ad lines, Daziel's mouth couldn't help twitching. What on earth is this...? What is the company playing at! Why are they putting just any advertisement on the big screen?! Don't they screen their sponsors?
Daziel turned to look at Clara and found her staring curiously at the screen, seemingly very interested in the ad content. "Big brother ther Daziel, what's... 'warp-speed vibration sensation'?" Clara tilted her head, asking innocently.
Hearing this question, Daziel was instantly speechless, feeling heat rush to his head. He quickly cleared his throat, changing the subject, "Ahem, it's nothing. You don't need to know about these things."
"..." Clara nodded, seeming to understand yet not quite.
The two walked down the corridor together and entered the rest room. As soon as they entered, Clara eagerly went to the bedside and sat down with a plop. She skillfully took off her small leather shoes, revealing her fair, smooth, jade-like feet. The action was natural, as if wearing shoes had already become routine. Those feet, skin as fine as congealed fat, soles pink and tender, toes rounded and lovely, each like an Alps candy.
Seeing those familiar jade-like feet, Daziel's heart trembled slightly, a strange sensation instantly surging through him. He tried hard to suppress the restless feeling deep inside, took a deep breath, attempting to appear calm and normal.
Clara looked up, blinking her big eyes at Daziel, her gaze clear and transparent. She asked softly, "Big brother ther Daziel... should we use the feet? Big Sister Bronya already told me what to do..." Her voice grew smaller, her face flushing slightly, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation and shyness.
Daziel took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. He walked over to Clara, knelt down, and gently stroked her white hair. "Clara, this time... no." Daziel said as euphemistically as possible, afraid of scaring the clueless girl. "This time requires... a different place. It might hurt a little, but... I will be very gentle." He tried to explain more cryptically, considering her innocence. Unlike Natasha, who was already well-aware of these matters.
Clara surprisingly understood the hidden meaning in his words immediately. Her small face instantly turned bright red, but there was no resistance in her eyes, instead, a hint of eagerness to try. "This... Big Sister Bronya told me about this too..." Clara's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "She also told Clara, it might hurt a lot at first... but it will feel good later..." After speaking, she secretly glanced up at Daziel from the corner of her eye.
Daziel listened, dumbfounded. What on earth has Bronya been teaching her?! He couldn't help complaining internally— What does the Great Guardian know? She only heard these things from others, she hasn't tried it herself! I didn't agree to do that kind of thing with her last time.
Clara, seeing Daziel's almost stunned expression, thought he was worried about her and quickly added, "Then... doesn't this mean Clara is getting ahead of Big Sister Bronya? Yay!" As she said this, she even showed a hint of excitement.
Daziel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What is she even talking about!
He was just about to explain when Clara proactively took off her short skirt...
Daziel quickly stopped her, "Wait! Clara, don't just..." He took out the condoms Bronya had specially prepared for him. Although he didn't know if Sampo had pricked them with pinholes, he couldn't worry about that now; he had to use one. The small packet rustled slightly between his fingers.
Clara looked at the small packet and asked curiously, "Big brother ther Daziel, what's this?"
"This is... a condom." Daziel explained somewhat awkwardly. "It's used to... protect you." His voice was low and slightly unnatural.
Clara tilted her head, thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head. "We don't need that, Big brother ther Daziel." Her face was still flushed, but her eyes were exceptionally serious. "Mr. Svarog already calculated for me before I came. It's my safe period now. The probability of an accident is less than 4%!"
Daziel paused upon hearing this. Svarog's database actually contains this kind of information? He can calculate this too? Who stuffed his database with this nonsense?! He could never figure out the answer to this question...
But he still shook his head seriously, his tone firm, "No, Clara. That's still 4%. We can't be careless!"
Clara looked at Daziel's serious expression, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. "..." Although she was somewhat disappointed, she obediently followed Daziel's arrangement.
Seeing her like this, Daziel felt a bit exasperated... This girl, does she really want me to finish inside her that much?
Inside the rest room, it was quiet enough to hear only their slightly hurried breaths echoing softly in the air.
Clara, embarrassed, kept her hands behind her back, her fingers twisting nervously as the tips of her toes curled against the cold floor.
"Big brother ther Daziel... Can we start...?"
Her voice came out in a sticky whisper, nearly choked by anxiety. Daziel swallowed hard, his throat dry as sand. He took a deep breath, the sweet scent of Clara's shampoo flooding his nostrils—a wildflower aroma that left him dizzy.
With a step forward, he closed the distance between them. The heat of her body already burned against his, and Clara's ragged breath grazed his neck, making his hairs stand on end.
His hand slid around Clara's tiny waist, so fragile he feared he might crush her by accident. "How can someone be so small yet make me feel so vulnerable?"
Slowly, his lips met hers in a tender, almost reverent kiss. Clara's small hands clutched his chest, her fingers tightening against his defined muscles as if searching for safe harbor.
Daziel didn't rush. His fingers unbuttoned Clara's red jacket with agonizing patience, revealing her small, firm breasts, already pink with shame and excitement.
"She's trembling... How adorable."
As their tongues intertwined, Clara broke the kiss for a moment, her voice trembling:
"B-Big brother Daziel... I'm sorry they're so small..."
The innocence in that sweet voice nearly made him lose control. He had to restrain himself from pinning her against the wall right then.
Daziel trailed kisses down Clara's neck as she watched with a small smile, her lips still glistening with remnants of the adult kiss she had just shared with her Big brother ther.
"They're so cute, Clara... just like you..."
His deep voice rumbled like a soft growl, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers traced slow circles over her hardened nipples, and Clara arched her back with a stifled moan.
"Nngh~ Big brother ... Kya~"
Daziel couldn't resist—he lowered his head and captured one of her nipples between his lips, sucking with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. Clara's small hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging lightly, as if trying to guide him without quite knowing how.
With one last wet kiss to her nipple, he lifted his face, his dark eyes gleaming with desire.
"Turn around, little Clara..."
She stared at him for a second, her face burning, before obeying, turning with deliberate slowness. Their eyes met over her shoulder, and she bit her lower lip, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Daziel admired the sight—her exposed nape, the jacket slipping off her shoulders, revealing skin as pale as porcelain. His hand ran through her silver hair before trailing down her back, feeling her muscles tense under his touch.
"Good girl..."
Almost involuntarily, Clara raised her hips, offering herself to him.
"Lift your clothes, Clara." Daziel whispered into her ear, making her whimper as his hot breath brushed her skin.
The warm whisper sent tremors through her body. With shaky hands, she pulled up her shirt and jacket, revealing childish panties—a stark contrast of innocence to the situation, one that almost made Daziel laugh.
His hand caressed the curves of her ass, the softness under his fingers almost hypnotic.
"How can something be so pure and so sinful at the same time?"
Without hesitation, he slid her panties down, exposing her pink, already wet pussy, trembling under the touch of the cold air.
"B-Big brother ... T-this is so embarrassing..."
Her legs were weak, her knees threatening to buckle at any moment.
"Don't be ashamed, Clara... You're so beautiful it's taking my breath away..."
His fingers found her swollen clit, tracing slow circles.
"Ah! B-Big brother ~"
The moan escaped like music, and Daziel felt his own body respond instantly.
"Hold on, Clara."
A finger slid inside, and she cried out, her thighs clamping around his hand involuntarily.
"So tight... so warm... How is she already this wet just from this?"
Her fluids dripped from his fingers, hitting the floor in an obscene rhythm.
Without warning, he knelt, holding her by the waist while his other hand gripped her thigh.
Clara felt his hot breath against her exposed pussy—and then, before she could react, his tongue invaded her.
"Hi-Hyaaaa! ♡"
Her body arched like a bow, her fingers digging into his hair. If not for his firm grip on her waist, she would have collapsed right then.
Daziel showed no mercy. He licked, sucked, explored every fold as if memorizing her.
"She tastes sweet... like honey mixed with something uniquely hers."
It didn't take long for Clara to reach her peak, her legs shaking violently as a gush of liquid spilled into his mouth.
"Argh! B-Big brother ... N-not fair~"
He gave one last lick, devouring every drop before lifting his face, his lips glistening.
"What's not fair, little Clara?"
"Y-you're still dressed..."
Her pout was irresistible. Daziel smirked, squeezing her exposed ass.
"You're right..."
He stood, pulling his shirt off. Instinctively, Clara covered her eyes—but soon peeked through her fingers like a curious child.
When her hands dropped, she saw Daziel freeing his cock—already fully erect, throbbing with need.
Clara's eyes widened, raising her fists to her chest as she whimpered, "B-Big brother ~"
Her trembling eyes darted back and forth, as if unsure whether she should look, but her curiosity wouldn't let her turn away.
Daziel simply watched her with a wicked smile as Clara, wearing a shaky grin, slowly inched closer to his member.
With heavy breaths and a timid voice, she spoke: "S-so this is what Big brother looks like..."
Clara's warm breath hit the tip of Daziel's cock, making it twitch involuntarily.
She looked into Daziel's eyes and asked shyly, "C-can I... touch it?"
Daziel smiled at her innocence, gently taking her small hands and guiding them to his length.
Clara held him for a few seconds, feeling his firmness against her skin.
"I-I can feel your heartbeat through it, Big brother ... A-and... it's so warm..."
Slowly, she began moving her hands along Daziel's shaft, exploring like a curious child.
Daziel grew more excited with each touch of Clara's delicate fingers—so small and soft that every stroke along his veins made him feel like a champagne bottle about to burst all over her angelic face.
"Big brother … why does it twitch like this? Am I hurting it?" Clara asked with unsettling innocence, tilting her head while holding him with both hands.
Daziel stroked her hair, brushing his fingers along her cheek as he replied, "Actually, you're being so gentle with it that it's almost at its limit."
Clara nuzzled her face into his hand. "Really?"
She smiled, rubbing against his palm like a kitten. "That's great, Big brother !"
Unconsciously, Clara began stroking the head of Daziel's cock while he continued petting her silver hair, fighting the urge to cum from her inexperienced but undeniably arousing touch.
"What's this liquid, Big brother ?" As her fingers played with the tip, Clara noticed a drop of fluid leaking from him.
"Ah, that's called precum. It comes out when a man feels good. Why don't you try licking it?" Daziel encouraged her.
"Mmm." Clara nodded and brought her nose closer to the throbbing length before her. Instantly, a strong scent hit her—her sparkling eyes watered at the musky male odor. She didn't quite understand it, but the smell made her feel hot. Unbeknownst to her, her already damp lower half grew even wetter the moment her virgin nose was exposed to his intoxicating scent.
Clara stuck out her small pink tongue, lapping at the precum on Daziel's tip. She savored it for a few seconds before murmuring, "Hmm, Onii-chan's taste is weird… but… not bad."
She immediately began to swirl her tongue around Daziel's cock, starting at the tip before slowly working her way down his length.
"Fuck... Yeah, why don't you suck it like a popsicle?" Daziel groaned, his breath already heavy. He had to fight the urge to yank her onto the bed and fuck her in a relentless mating press.
Clara wrapped her lips around the head of Daziel's cock. She was a quick learner—soon, she'd taken nearly half his length into her mouth. He could feel his tip brushing the entrance of her throat. Surprisingly, she didn't seem too uncomfortable. He remembered it had taken March much longer to get halfway down.
Gluck Gluck
Daziel tangled his fingers in Clara's soft white hair as wet, sloppy sounds filled the bathroom.
He was in heaven. Her tight throat was pushing him to the edge. Unable to resist, he gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail and—with a sudden thrust—forced her lips down to the base of his cock. The pressure was unlike anything he'd ever felt.
Now, Clara's tiny nose was pressed against Daziel's groin, his pubic hair tickling her skin—or it would have, if not for the thick shaft crammed down her throat. She clawed at his thighs, desperate for air.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stared up at him, met only by his feral gaze. That look of raw dominance made her feel so small. Her soaked panties were dripping now, a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming her.
Daziel pulled back—only to slam her down again.
Gluck Cough
It was divine. He'd never experienced a throat this tight, this perfect. Even with her lack of experience, the way she looked up at him, the way she took him—Clara was, without a doubt, the best deepthroat he'd ever had.
Gluck Cough Gluck
The wet sounds and occasional gags continued for seconds before Daziel, gripping her hair tighter, shoved his cock all the way in. He came explosively, pumping his load straight down her throat and into her stomach.
For ten long seconds, he pulsed inside her. If not for her swallowing, the sheer volume would've spilled from her lips.
Clara's eyes rolled back, teetering between consciousness and bliss.
When Daziel finally regained his senses, he pulled out with a wet pop.
Pop~
"Clara! You okay?!"
"Cough—cough—"
She gasped for air, her face ruined—cum dripping from her nose and lips, bubbles forming in her nostrils.
"I-I'm fine, Big brother ... Just didn't think it'd be that intense," she rasped, still coughing up remnants.
"Sorry... I lost control. I was too rough." He hugged her, stroking her hair. He always struggled to hold back—maybe a side effect of his first times with Topaz and Kafka. Those had been just as wild.
As he crouched to embrace her, his cock, still hard, brushed against Clara's soft belly—springing back to life like a Saiyan ready for round two.
"Uhn~~" She shivered at the contact.
Still kneeling, Daziel eyed her cute, delicate feet. An idea sparked.
"Clara, sit on the toilet." She obeyed, and he lay on the bathroom floor, positioning her feet above his cock.
"Rub them against me."
"O-okay..." Still dazed, she slowly dragged her soles along his length.
The friction—her pre-cum-slicked feet—sent shivers through him. He loved those feet.
Her movements grew faster until Daziel couldn't hold back. With a groan, he came again, thick ropes splattering her feet. If not for them blocking the way, his cum would've coated her entire body. Now, her soles were drenched.
"Wow... So warm and sticky." Clara giggled, playing with the mess.
"I... I can't take it anymore!" Daziel snapped. Seeing her like this—he had to fuck her. Now.
He scooped her up in a princess carry, kicked open the bathroom door, and tossed her onto the bed, climbing over her.
"You're beautiful..." he murmured, desire burning in his eyes. Any hesitation was gone. Even if the Interstellar FBI stormed in, he'd punch his way through them.
Clara felt his cock resting on her stomach. She hadn't thought much about how big he was—but now, staring at its girth, she wasn't sure it'd fit.
"Hmm... Big brother Daziel, will it even go in? I-It's so thick, and I'm so small... It's kinda scary."
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." Though, looking at her now, he wondered too. Clara was older than she seemed, but her body was petite, underdeveloped.
He spread her pink, dripping folds with his fingers, examining her.
"Ahn~~ T-this is so embarrassing!" Clara squirmed. No one had ever touched her like this—not even herself. Under Svarog's protection, she'd been sheltered from anything adult. Every brush of Daziel's fingers sent mini-orgasms through her.
Daziel lined himself up, then kissed her deeply. "I'm going in, okay?"
"Mhm." She nodded, watching as he pushed the tip inside.
"It hurts...!" She winced.
Daziel stop. He kissed her again, fondling her small breasts before sliding a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles.
Soon, her pained expression melted into pleasure. He pushed deeper until he hit a barrier—her hymen. His cock throbbed against it, eager to claim her.
"This'll hurt for a second... but then it'll feel good." As she nodded, he thrust forward, tearing through her virginity.
"Ouch! I-It stings!" She cried, but Daziel distracted her with his hands and mouth.
"Y-you can move now, Big brother ." Once she'd adjusted, he pulled out until only the tip remained, then sank back in, his cockhead kissing her cervix.
Minutes later, Clara's pain faded, replaced by overwhelming pleasure. She felt full, every pulse of his cock marking her as his.
Before she knew it, he was pounding into her.
"Ahhn~~ Hnnn... S-so good~ Aaahhhhhh!~~" Clara melted beneath him, moaning mindlessly.
After countless small orgasms since the bathroom, she came again—harder than ever. Her legs locked around his waist, as if begging him to stay inside.
Before she could recover, Daziel flipped her onto all fours. He slapped his cock against her oversensitive clit before slamming back in.
"Hnggghhh!~~" She nearly came again from that single thrust. He didn't let up, pistoning into her with abandon.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
His thighs smacked against her soft, white ass, turning it red.
After making her climax once more, Daziel finally reached his limit, cumming with her. Thankfully, he'd worn a condom—or her womb would've been flooded.
They kept going, switching positions. At one point, he lifted her by the thighs, her back against his chest, and fucked her deeply. Clara was so light, it was effortless to hold her.
Clara's legs wrapped around him as she settled onto his lap, Daziel's fingers sinking into the softness of her ass before lifting and lowering her onto his length.
...
"B-Big brother oo~ aahh~ S-so gooood!"
Clara was now riding Daziel, her moans reduced to a jumble of repeated, incoherent sounds. Her eyes rolled back as she climaxed again, grinding herself onto Daziel's cock with each drop of her hips, his tip kissing the entrance of her womb.
...
Daziel's hand reached for the box of condoms—only to grasp empty air.
"Huh? They're all gone?" He'd lost count of how many times they'd done this...
"What's wrong, Big brother ?" Clara asked between slurps, her lips wrapped around his cock. Her eyes glinted heart-shaped, her tongue dancing over his tip as if begging for her favorite milk.
Daziel glanced at the empty box again before his gaze drifted to the clock on the bedside table.
They'd spent four straight hours fucking like rabbits. The event organizers had given participants eight hours of rest between matches—and they'd burned over half of it claiming every corner of the room with their lovemaking.
Daziel was stunned. Clara's stamina defied her fragile appearance. Even March hadn't lasted this long her first time. The only one who could match Clara was Topaz. (Herta didn't count—she'd used her puppet during their sessions.)
He wondered if it was tied to her Physical element in-game, or her Path of Destruction. Tanks did have high HP and resistance...
"We're out of condoms... ugh!" Daziel groaned just as his cock erupted into Clara's mouth. She kept her lips sealed around him, cheeks bulging with thick fluid.
Pop
A trickle of cum escaped the corners of her lips before she pulled off with a wet sound, proudly opening her mouth to show off her haul.
Gulp gulp gulp
She swallowed audibly, then flashed him an empty mouth, her expectant eyes begging for praise.
"Good girl. You were amazing," Daziel murmured, stroking her hair.
Just as he thought Clara had hit her limit, she turned around and pressed her ass against his cock.
"Big brother oo~ One more time, pleaaase~~"
How could Daziel resist his little succubus?
He plunged back into her dripping pussy, pinning her to the bed as he hammered relentlessly. Clara's slack grin never faded, even as Daziel's weight crushed her into the mattress.
With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, cum flooding her womb instantly—so much that excess spilled from her stretched entrance. Clara came again, her walls clenching around the hot rush.
They kept going, fucking in every position imaginable. At some point, Daziel gave in and took her tight ass, marking every hole with his seed.
Two more hours passed before Clara finally collapsed, exhausted, her pussy and ass overflowing.
"I... I think I've hit my limit, Big brother ..." she whimpered, body twitching weakly.
"Mhm. Let's rest. But damn, your stamina's insane. A true little succubus."
"Big brother oo!" Clara blushed at the tease, suddenly mortified by how wantonly she'd behaved.
Soon, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
…
Clara, like a young seedling after a storm, felt completely limp and weak, every nerve seemingly drained of strength. She trembled as she slid off the bed, her legs unsteady, almost unable to support her weight. She stumbled, nearly falling to the floor.
A strong arm reached out in time. Daziel quickly steadied her waist, asking with concern, "Clara, are you okay? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Clara gently shook her head, her face still flushed scarlet, but her eyes held a new layer of satisfaction and attachment. "Clara's fine, Big brother ther Daziel." She hugged his waist tightly, burying her face against his chest, greedily absorbing his warmth.
"Thank you," she mumbled into his skin, her voice sweet with unspoken dependency.
Daziel patted her back. "Silly girl, what are you thanking me for?"
Clara trembled, savoring his safety. They stayed like that until, reluctantly, she looked up. "Big brother ther Daziel... will we do this again?"
Daziel nodded. "Whenever you need me."
She squeezed him tighter. "You're so good..."
After a long silence, Daziel stroked her hair. "I have to go. The next match is waiting."
Clara's eyes brimmed with longing, but she nodded. "Good luck."
As Daziel reached the door, he paused, sensing her gaze. He turned back, cupped her sticky white hair (still damp from their frenzy), and kissed her tenderly. Then, lips brushing her ear, he whispered, "I love you, Clara."
Her heart swelled—along with a certain warmth lower down.
"I'll visit you in Robot Settlement after this," he promised before stepping out.
…
Walking to the arena, Daziel's thoughts lingered on Clara. He'd cum inside her countless times. Those 4% odds worried him—he'd forgotten the 100%-effective birth control his other girls used.
Four percent was a terrifying drop rate. Hell, he'd pulled banner characters at 20-pity before. Mihoyo's rates were under 1%...
For the first time in his gacha career, he prayed not to see gold.
…
After Clara's match ended, that night, upon returning to the Robot Settlement, she carefully took out a small diary from under her bed— it was a birthday gift Mr. Svarog had given her previously.
She clumsily picked up a pen and, in crooked, childish handwriting, seriously wrote down the day's experiences in the diary:
"Today, I had a special Aether Battle with Big brother ther Daziel. Hmm... although I don't quite understand exactly what happened, Big brother ther Daziel is really amazing!"
"I asked Big brother ther Daziel what 'warp-speed vibration sensation' meant. Big brother ther Daziel didn't tell me directly, but Clara understood very quickly. That feeling... hmm... it's very strange..."
"The process hurt a tiny bit, but Big brother ther Daziel was very gentle and kept comforting Clara... so Clara didn't hurt."
"Big brother ther Daziel... is just as important as Mr. Svarog!"
Maybe, even more important than Mr. Svarog now…
Because, when Big brother ther Daziel holds Clara, there's warmth...
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