Gorran's footsteps thundered as he approached, the arena floor cracking beneath his bare, calloused feet. He stood nearly seven feet tall, built like a siege engine with arms thick enough to snap steel. A chain collar hung around his neck like a relic, marked with runes of restraint.
But there was nothing restrained about the look in his eyes.
"You're smaller than I imagined," he grunted, licking his lips.
Aiko rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck.
"And you're exactly what I expected," she said. "All muscle, no subtlety."
Gorran growled. "Then let's skip the foreplay."
He charged.
---
She danced around him—barely.
His first swing wasn't a punch. It was a grab, palm aiming to wrap around her entire torso. She twisted, kicked upward, and landed a heel into his jaw—but he barely flinched. Grinning, he caught her ankle mid-air and slammed her to the ground.
The audience gasped.
Dust flew. Aiko groaned, momentarily dazed.
He was on top of her in a heartbeat, pinning her wrists, grinding against her with feral heat.
"Been waiting for someone like you," he growled, hips pressing into her.
Aiko struggled, sweat slicking her skin. His weight was overwhelming. His scent—earthy, heady—flooded her senses.
But she wasn't helpless.
Not anymore.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Pinned State Detected.
Optional Trigger: Erotic Counterplay – Domination Inversion
Requirement: Consent Surge (Achieved)
Bonus Activated: Pain-to-Pleasure Conversion (Level 1)
Initiate Counterpulse?
> [YES]
NO
---
Her lips curled.
"Yes," she whispered.
Gorran blinked. "What?"
She surged upward—not with strength, but with a jolt of energy. A ripple of pink-lit arousal flared from her core, slamming into his hips. He gasped, his grip loosening just enough for her to twist, roll, and land atop him.
Now she was straddling him.
Her thighs clenched around his ribs. Her fingers raked across his chest, glowing faintly with raw sexual energy.
"You're not the only one who knows how to ride," she murmured.
He tried to grab her again.
She leaned down, kissed him hard, and bit his lip until it bled.
---
He roared—but it turned into a moan.
Aiko's system surged, syncing with his raw, feral lust.
Her hips rolled—slow, grinding, torturous.
She wasn't going for speed.
She was hunting control.
Gorran's hands twitched. He tried to flip her.
She kissed his throat, whispered into his ear:
"You'll only come when I say so."
Then she activated her new skill.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Skill Used: Shadow Bind – Kiss-Based Paralysis
Target: Gorran
Duration: 10 seconds
Resistance Check: Failed
Opponent Immobilized
---
He froze beneath her, muscles flexing in resistance—but unmoving.
Aiko chuckled darkly.
She slid her hand down his chest, fingers grazing every rune.
"Let's see what these do…"
The moment she touched one shaped like a spiral, his entire body shuddered.
A moan escaped his lips.
"Sensitive?" she teased.
He glared. "You little—"
She cut him off with another kiss. This one was slower. Deep. Possessive.
A sync began.
She felt his power bleeding into her: raw endurance, sheer stamina, berserker instinct. It was primal, intoxicating.
Her breath caught. Her thighs trembled.
Her own arousal started rising again, beyond control.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Sync Rate with Gorran: 74%
New Trait Unlocked: Unrelenting Pulse – +30% Stamina During Erotic Combat
Warning: Climax Threshold Approaching
Mutual Orgasm Detected – Initiating Termination
---
Aiko slammed her hands down beside his head, her body shivering as a wave of release built in her core.
"No," she gasped. "Not yet—"
But Gorran's roar echoed beneath her.
His hips surged up, and a shockwave of heat exploded between them.
Aiko screamed.
Stars burst behind her eyes as her body erupted in orgasm—hot, violent, overwhelming.
The crowd lost their minds.
Lights exploded in the sky.
---
When the pulse faded, Aiko lay atop him, sweat-soaked and panting, her skin shimmering with post-sync radiance. Gorran lay still, eyes glassy, breath shallow.
He'd been tamed.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Opponent Status: ORGASMIC COLLAPSE
Gorran has been eliminated.
+1 Victory
Skill Acquired: Berserker Fortitude – Delay climax at will for up to 60 seconds
Sync Progress: 39%
Arousal Level: High
Mutation Surge: Controlled
Bonus Triggered: Dual-Domination Chain – Next opponent suffers reduced resistance
---
Aiko rose slowly, muscles sore but alive.
Kael watched from the shadows, jaw tense.
Silas clapped once. "Two down. You're evolving faster than expected."
Vorik fanned himself, clearly flustered. "This is so unfair, I need a turn soon."
Aiko ignored them all.
Her gaze turned to the third gate, which slowly began to creak open.
A golden mist spilled out.
And from within it stepped a boy—no older than seventeen, maybe eighteen, with soft hair, glowing amber eyes, and a smile that reeked of secrets.
He wore no armor.
Just silk. And confidence.
"Aiko Kaneshiro," he said, bowing low. "My name is Lys."
She narrowed her eyes.
"And who the hell are you?"
He winked.
"I'm the one who wants to lose."