27 [Bonus Chapter] Chapter 27

Vincent stood facing the dark elf, who wore her training outfit. His mother developed the outfit to feel natural and absorb sweat. Her design created a tight rubber suit that enhanced charm.

'This dark elf's very cute in my mother's outfit. She really makes me want to tease her!'

Her body stood straight, holding a wooden sword and shield. Honestly, Vincent didn't know her combat style. Narara took a quick breath before raising her shield towards him.

She locked her deep red eyes upon him like a vulture ready to attack. Her sword was vertical beside her shield, imitating a spear.

The tension inside the air began rising. He checked his status before speaking to her.

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[STATUS]

Name: Vincent Schwartz

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Age: 18

Level: 8 Summoner (Anima 100/100)

Race: Daemon (Wrath)

Stage: 1

Height: 6ft (185 cm)

Talent: Supreme Charm, Body of Wrath, Enhanced Stamina, Devour,

[Strength: 21 / Agility: 10 / Stamina: 12 / Wisdom: 8 / Intellect: 8 / Charisma: Max]

[Abilities: Ruina (Unique), Sin of Wrath (Racial), Mana Volley (Uncommon), Eternal Fury (Racial), Camouflage (Unique), Skill Grant (Sexual , Sole Holder)]

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"Narara, are you ready to fight?"

His body squatted several times as he loosened his body. The pull of his muscles made him feel great. He wondered if using Raizel was worth it. Then used a normal wooden spear around 1 metre long.

Swoosh!

Vincent's body had almost endless reserves of mana thanks to his Anima. Before fighting, he decided to not use any spells against her. Thanks to his summoned daemon Efrita, his strength was now far above his peers and close to someone who pursued only power for years.

Until now, he never used his fully powers except unless he was berserk, since he never found the need for it. However, the beautiful dark elf who now approached with graceful steps, he would have no choice but to use it to contend with her lifetime of training.

With a single thought, Anima flooded his muscles and body, increasing his power and weight as the ground creaked below him. When his magic fully cycled around his body, he flashed forward like a panther as the spear shot out, spiralling like a snake attacking its prey.

Shoo!

His eyes watched her movements like a hawk. He looked pale as the weakness from his lost Anima took its toll. However, he endured with gritted teeth as Narara flicked her shield arm outwards like a door that swung open.

Her eyes flashed with crimson light.

Clunk!!

The sound of his spear that slammed the ground sounded. Her body moved closer like an agile rabbit and closed the gap in moments. She stopped her movements and formed a joyful smile. Narara poured mana into her right arm, holding the sword with a weak flame blazing.

Woosh!

Her blade shot across his chest with a crimson trail that flowed behind her. The sword swung from below her waist and across his chest, just missing his neck by a few centimetres after he stepped back.

Vincent felt cold sweat down his back. This woman was not playing around. He needed to be more serious.

"Yes!" she replied with a joyful tone, a look of jubilation on her face.

When he saw her feet adjust for another attack, he moved his spear to a defensive stance with two hands holding the wooden shaft.

"The maiden of the forest, guardian of blades! Bestow my flurry with flaming justice! [Blade Flurry]"

Seeing her chant, a bitter smile appeared on his face. This woman definitely excels in speed and technique as an off tank. His desire to have her join his party increased. There was no time to care about pride as her flaming sword, covered with afterimages, approached him.

"Avidus," Vincent said with a flat deep voice, his heart thudded loud enough for even Narara to hear.

The spear dropped from his hands with a jangle as she thrusted her sword toward his heart with all her might.

Vincent pulled back his left arm before his shoulder cracked, then shot forth like a hammer with an open palm.

Narara looked shocked when she saw his bare hand palm attack her fiery blade. Part of her wished to pull back, but her body was in motion with only one foot touching the ground.

Bang!

As if a stone wall hit her body, her wooden sword and wrist bent back in the opposite direction, almost broken. The moment her body flew backwards, she felt a large arm grasp around her thin waist and pull her into a warm embrace.

The wooden reinforced floor cracked from the impact as her illusory flame swords collided with Vincent's chest only as smoke rose and left small burn marks. She felt worried about his chest, to find it unharmed with relief. Her keen elf eyes glimpsed his muscular pecs as his tight muscular body pressed against her.

"Mnf!"

Vincent felt the pain as he grimaced in pain. The heat hurt him quite a lot. If it wasn't for the fact he wished to impress her, then he would have gasped in pain. He didn't wish to win this way. And pushed her back and walked over to the weapon rack and tossed her another sword.

"Come again!"

She felt his change of attitude when fighting was very attractive. Her new sword floated through the air and landed inside her grasp as she gave two comfortable swings. Narara charged at him with fire now around her entire body like a raincoat.

"Here I come!"

Clang!

They filled the training room with the sound of clashing wood and steel. When a weapon broken they switched. If they used all the wooden blades, they switched to iron. Two passionate people trained for over six hours filled with delight and smiles until the very end, before they could find the victor.

"Huff… Huff… You…"

Narara lay on the ground covered in sweat, her body so wet her shirt revealed her beautiful pink nipples through the white fabric. Vincent, who held both her ankles against the mat, pinned her down. She no longer desired escape.

"N-no… D-don't look at my ass!"

His lower body rubbed against her ass as he pushed her legs over her head. Vincent felt more desire to fight at first, however, as the hours went on he teased her body more. His hands would grope at her hips, grasp her muscular arms and squeeze her perfect ass.

"Nnnn! Curse you! Under handed tactics!"

Narara would counter fiercely at first until she felt the fire of lust burn inside her. She would leave the places that felt pleasant when touched with no guard. Then allowed for his abuse to continue as her dark flame of insecurity transformed into confidence and lust with each touch.

"Surrender dark elf!"

His hand was large enough to hold her in place with just one arm as he used the spare arm to slide down her body slowly. His fingers teased each erogenous zone of her body before his palm rested on her plump ass, now in a peach shape because of her posture.

"No…. I didn't lose!"

Pah!

"Ahn!"

He slapped her ass with half his strength. The meat jiggled with the force as she tried to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her gasp of delight. This dark elf was easier to deal with than Felia, because what she wanted was too obvious.

She would say "No, no" with her lips, yet she pressed her ass against his palm, gyrating her hips to rub against it. This stubborn yet cute dark elf had no way of escaping this dire position.

However, did this girl really wish to escape in the first place?

"Hmph! If you want me to submit so bad why not use that hidden club in your pants to beat me!"

The pair, in their enjoyment, had broken all the weapons in the basement. As they locked away the reserves in the storage room upstairs. She seemed to mistake something attached to his body as a club and acted defiant.

"Are you sure? Will you submit if I beat you with this club?"

Her eyes shone as she tried to nod, almost touching her own breasts with her chin.

"What scared? Then do it! If you force me, scream in defeat! I will submit to you!"

A bitter smile filled his face as he released her legs. However, she did not rush away and rolled forwards with the momentum to attack him. Her face was at his waist height and before she could spring up using her feet that were now flat on the ground.

Thud!

"Ugh!"

Something heavy with a thick scent slammed into her jaw and almost knocked her down. As she looked at the thing that caused her pain, a thick shadow covered most of her face as Narara looked on in horror at his "Club"

She wanted to stand up and escape, but was too late as he grabbed her silver hair and held her face in place. Her eyes widened as intense fear and excitement welled up inside her body from her core.

"Shall I defeat you with this club, Narara?"

His deep voice whispered into her long dark elf ears, caused the flame to ignite within her. She took a deep breath and sniffed at the flesh club, almost addicted to the smell that tickled her deep inside. Her hands grasped both sides as she felt the heavy weight and meat force her grip to expand.

'This weapon… It's going to destroy me! I-I… will fight hard, just like my the warriors of my village!'

The blazing heat and throbbing sensation added to the scent that made her dizzy caused her to stop thinking rationally.

"I won't lose!"

The dark elf willingly leapt into the Elven melting pot.