Ana pressed both hands over their wounds, her healing magic spilling out in warm waves that stung before soothing. She muttered under her breath.
"You two are unbelievable," she snapped, eyes darting between Emily's half-conscious grin and Nolan's stupidly proud smirk. "It was supposed to be sparring, not 'let's see who dies first'!"
Nolan exhaled sharply and gave Ana a hard slap on her ass. "Relax, I'm just slightly injured."
"You're injured because you're an idiot," she retorted, tightening her grip just a little too much.
Nolan hissed, a smile playing on his lips. It was fun seeing Ana being annoyed for the first time. Normally, she was always acting like the perfect submissive.
Emily let out a playful snort, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "She's always like that, she worries too much!" she chirped, her voice light and teasing.
With a grin, she flashed Nolan a cheeky thumbs-up, a big smile playing on her lips.
"You fought amazingly out there, you know! Next match, though? I'm totally taking you down!" She winked, her lips curling into a flirty, confident smile. "But I'm not a sore loser, I'll admit, for now, you're stronger than me. Sooo, should I call you master?"
She leaned in slightly, her posture accentuating her ample curves, her low-cut top hugging her generously endowed chest in a way that was impossible to ignore.
With a playful tilt of her head, her hair spilled over one shoulder, framing her figure perfectly, as she stared at Nolan with a hint of seduction.
"'Fought well'?" Ana chimed in. "Emily, you look like someone wrung you out like a wet towel!"
Emily tried to sit up, winced, then sank back down. Still, her eyes found Nolan's, burning faintly with the same competitive fire that had nearly gotten them both killed.
"Yeah... next time I'm not going to put myself at so much risk, okay?" she said tiredly, then turned to Nolan with excited eyes. "So, do you want a fourth round later?"
Nolan's smile sharpened; he really felt alive in that combat. It gave him a thrill he hadn't felt in a long time.
"That fight…" he murmured, half to himself, "I felt alive."
Emily smirked weakly. "Good. I'll make you feel even more alive next time."
Ana groaned like a mother dealing with two overactive children. "There will be no next time! Emily, your mother will be here soon to pick you up. You have…" she checked the fading glow of her healing magic "maybe 30 minutes before she arrives."
Emily paled more than she had after being slammed into the ground. "Oh… right. That, I doubt mommy would let me stay too long away like that…"
Hearing that, Nolan thought for an instant. He really liked Emily, so he would make her one of his women, but her mother could be a problem.
"What if I just beat her?" He suggested.
Emily laughed, assuming he was joking, while Ana went pale as a sheet.
"Please, master," Ana whispered urgently, "don't even try."
Nolan frowned slightly. Sure, Emily had put up a good fight, an excellent one, honestly, but once he adapted to her rhythm, the battle hadn't been that hard. If that was the daughter… then how much stronger could the mother really be?
He felt confident. Almost eager.
I should be able to win, he thought.
And then, time froze.
The world around him halted mid-breath, colors dimming as a translucent blue screen materialized in front of him.
[It is not recommended for the user to engage in combat with the individual known as Katherine.]
[She is currently the strongest entity in this dimension.]
Nolan's confident smile twitched; even his system didn't believe he could win. A second line appeared.
[Calculated chance of victory: 5.75%]
The number blinked twice, as if making sure he understood it.
Nolan stared at that number.
"…Huh."
For the first time in a long while, he felt a cold drop slide down his spine.
Even with his overpowered skills, he had such a low chance of winning. But the system was not done.
"…Okay," he muttered under his breath, "maybe I'll think a little before challenging the mother."
Ana let out a long sigh, feeling relieved. Nolan, thinking that he could not just solve it by fighting, would need another method.
"…Ana." He said with an authoritative tone. "Make it happen."
"What do you mean by 'make it happen'?" she demanded.
"I want Emily in our traveling group for the harem vacation," Nolan stated, his voice leaving no room for debate.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Ana's lips. "Leave it to me," she purred. "I'll make sure our Emily will become your little submissive slut. And deal with her mother."
"Hey! That's not going to happen," Emily shot back, crossing her arms defiantly beneath her chest, a gesture that only served to accentuate her generous curves. "I will defeat him!"
Nolan's answering smirk was pure, unadulterated confidence. He gave Ana an appreciative slap on the rear that made her jump and giggle, his eyes never leaving Emily.
"No, you won't," he declared, his voice dropping to a low, possessive timbre. He closed the distance between them, caging her against the wall with his body. "I will defeat you." He leaned in, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he whispered, "And I will get strong enough for your mother, too. I will make you both mine."
A traitorous heat bloomed deep within Emily's core. His dominance and aggressiveness were hot. Especially because he had the strength to back it off.
Emily felt her breath catch, her body betraying her mind as it warmed to his proximity.
His hand, which had so boldly claimed Ana, now rose to cup Emily's jaw, his thumb stroking the delicate line of her cheekbone.
"I admire your fighting spirit, but you will be mine."
He didn't wait for a retort. He grabbed the full, heavy weight of her breast, his touch firm and claiming through the fabric. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips.
"See?" Nolan whispered, his smirk deepening as he felt her nipple harden against his palm. "Your body already knows its master."
He then moved that hand lower, over the curve of her waist, before gripping the lush, juicy swell of her ass. He squeezed, pulling her hips firmly against his, letting her feel the hard, promising ridge of his arousal.
"This," he growled into her ear, his voice rough with desire as he kneaded the generous flesh, "all of this was made for my pleasure. For my hands. For my harem."
"Fuck, you really know how to turn me on," Emily said with a big smile. "How long do we have?" She asked Ana again.
The blond let out a sigh; it could be a risk if Katherine found out about that.
"Okay, but do it in the shower, so you will not smell of sex. And finish it in ten minutes," Ana said with a naughty smile.