[Third Person]
[Underground training centre]
"System." A young boy muttered in a low voice. "I recently got my memory back and the first thing I have to worry about is survival."
Immediately an interface appraised his face, "It's just like those in the game or anime." The boy admitted as he carefully read each and every part.
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Title: [Weakling III] {Provide accelerated growth by 50%.}
Name: Isshin Fujiwara
Age: 18
Race: Human curse sorcerer (100%)
Stats:
Rank-3
Strength: 500E
Agility: 650D
Endurance: 700C
Curse energy: 820B
Magic: 690D
Bloodlines:
Kamo: 80%
Gojo: 90%
Zenin: 95%
Curse techniques:
Max Refinement: Allow the user to refine anything in existence.
Money: $100000
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"Not bad, it took me eight years to refine my bloodline so much. But I still have a long way to go. But it's strange that even without my memory I could progress so far." The boy was impressed with his own development.
He knows from his memory how much he struggled and how many times he almost died, be it fighting street gangs, arrogant jujutsu grunt who were one rank about him, dungeon gate's, Stray devils, curse spirits and lost goes on.
"But every time I came up on top." With his fist pumped up in the air with delight he takes a breath of relief. He after taking sufficient rest walks home where he has lived alone since he was ten years old.
"I'm home Gabriel, Mirana." I announced, and was greeted with a heart warming smile as they both appeared just wearing an apron.
"You are late, Isshin." She complained, her hand crossed as she pouted.
Mirana is a beautiful young woman with an enormous chest who wears a work black sister outfit. She has ashen blonde hair and mesmerizing gray eyes with a tint of blue.
"Have you bought the ice cream I asked you about?" Gabriel inquired with anticipation and a cute frown on her face as he forgot about the item on the way.
Gabriel has the appearance of an extremely beautiful woman with curly blonde hair and a voluptuous figure, and she is known as the most beautiful woman in Heaven. Like other Seraphs, Gabriel has 12 wings growing from her back.
"I ordered it, on the way I guess." I explained before she could get upset. I opened my phone and put it on the order tab.
"Hm! You completely forgot about it, didn't you!" Even in anger she was very cute. "I have been busy with my new schedule but I will be better next time for sure."
"Where is Tifa?" I inquired as I wanted to go for another training regime with her. "She's taking a bath. Perhaps you should join her if you smell bad."
Mirana suggested, Gabriel nodded accordingly. "Yeah I will be taking a bath real quick." He said, left them with his phone as he will be required to code.
"Tifa, is the water warm?" He questioned as she usually takes cold showers usually while she enters naked just a towel around his lower region.
Tifa Lockhart appears with a voluptuous physique, like a 3D art. Her body is an extremely curvy, hourglass figure with a very narrow waist and exceptionally wide, prominent hips. Her breasts are enormous, heavy, and natural-looking, with large, defined areolas. Her thighs are thick, powerful, and fleshy, tapering down to shapely legs.
Her face is recognizable with her signature dark hair, styled in its classic long, layered cut with a distinctive dolphin-tail fringe at the front, and her iconic large, crimson-red eyes. Her skin appears smooth and flawless.
"What are you frowning at, you gooner!" She yelled in annoyance but inside she loved his hungry and primal stare, it's just she was too shy to admit it. "You look at it and I know it."
As he said the truth she elapsed cold cold water on him without hesitation as his teasing was too embarrassing for her to endure.
"That's unfair," He said but didn't fight back instead he first cleaned himself using his curse technique. "Max refinement." Instantly all odor and germ whatever on him was erased.
"And you called me unfair!" She complained as he jumped onto the hot bath which was big enough to fill 10 people easily. "I missed you," He said softly as he pulled her into a tight embrace. She started in his eyes filled with sincerity and endless affection burning for her making her heart throb faster.
"Don't speak such a thing at my face," She whispered in a low voice, placing her head on his chest hearing his study heart beat. "You are a pervert."
Feeling something long, hard as rock, hot and throbbing under her sweet hole and between her thick thighs she blushed hard, "Want me to fix it."
"Yes, or you want me to beg?" He asked, he knew her kinky nature, from outside she is all innocent but her mind is even more perverted than him. And sometimes her second personality kicks in just like when she is fighting.
A sly, knowing smirk spread across Tifa's lips, a stark contrast to the deep blush still warming her cheeks. "Begging is a good start," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that vibrated against his chest.
She shifted her position, the water swirling around them as she deliberately pressed her hips down, grinding her soft folds against the rigid length of his erection. The friction was electric, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him that made his grip on her tighten.
Her crimson eyes, now dark with a predatory lust, locked onto his. "But I think I'd rather hear you scream my name instead." With a fluid, powerful motion that spoke of her physical prowess, she lifted herself slightly, positioning the thick head of his cock at the slick, heated entrance of her core.
She held herself there for a tantalizing moment, letting the anticipation build, the steam from the hot bath mingling with the raw heat radiating from their bodies.
Then, with a slow, deliberate descent, she sheathed him completely inside her. A guttural groan escaped Isshin's lips as her impossibly tight, wet heat enveloped him.
Tifa was not gentle; she sank down until her wide hips met his, taking every inch of him with a satisfied sigh. Her enormous, heavy breasts pressed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples digging into his skin as she began to move.
She set a punishing rhythm, rising and falling with the power of her thick, muscular thighs.
Each downward slam was a declaration of ownership, a wet slap of flesh on flesh that echoed in the steamy room.
The water sloshed violently around them, mirroring the tempest of their passion. "Is this what you wanted, you pervert?" she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure as she rode him hard, her hands braced on his shoulders for leverage.
She leaned forward, her dark hair cascading around them like a silken curtain, and captured his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss, her tongue invading his mouth as her body claimed his cock. The embrace was no longer just affectionate; it was a primal, all-consuming conquest, and Isshin was more than happy to be her willing, moaning victim.
Two hours later,
First person,
After cleaning, the four of us had food together and had some light conversation and then her time spent with Isshin was over.
"We are leaving, Isshin, my brother, has called me for an important talk." Gabriel informed as she unfurled her wings outside of the house after checking the clock.
"Ok, but can you leave Tifa behind? I want to train harder, moreover she is an ultimate class angel. Please." I requested, waiting for a response as she herself was an arch angel like her brother micheal no one in their right mind would battle her right away.
"Hmm. Ok but only for tonight." She agreed as she proposed a condition.
"I promise, she will leave by tomorrow." I smiled and looked at Tifa. "Don't you think you need my permission as well?"
"We know you love to stay with Isshin." We gave a look without speaking, which itself speaks out loud. "Am I that easy to deal with?" She muttered in defeated tone not expecting such an absurd synch answer.
"Fine, I will make sure you will regret it."