"Haaa!" Sirem's gaze was steady.
She wasn't using martial aura; she relied solely on her physical prowess and stamina.
Her movements were swift—after all, a human capable of manipulating mana was far stronger than the average person.
Every kick and punch she threw was aimed at Liam's vital points.
He blocked or dodged Sirem's attacks while carefully observing her every move.
Liam's face showed nothing but focus, even though they had been training for hours.
"Control your power and your breathing, and keep going without getting distracted. Four strikes."
Liam blocked one of her punches and lunged forward, tapping Sirem on the temple with a finger.
"You owe me nine chances."
"Liam... you're a... cheater." She was exhausted, and it showed in her voice.
"Fifteen minutes. Use your aura to recover from the fatigue, and then we'll train again." Liam stepped away from Sirem and approached the campfire, where Vivian was preparing a meal.
He sat on a wooden bench and closed his eyes to replay the sparring matches in his mind.
Vivian watched him but chose not to interrupt.
When the fifteen minutes were up, Sirem quietly approached Liam from behind.
She tried to hug him.
Without opening his eyes, he took hold of one of her forearms and pulled her onto his lap.
Liam smiled as he opened his eyes, gently tapping Sirem on the forehead with his finger.
"Ten strikes..."
Sirem kissed him deeply, not allowing him to tease her any further.
"I'll become so strong that I'll leave you exhausted," she said confidently, with a hint of playfulness.
"I look forward to it."
After a few casual words, they headed toward the forest to continue their training.
...
"I'll only use the mana of an F-Rank user. You aren't to use any mana; sharpen your senses, apply the necessary force, and control your breathing. After an hour, you can use about 5% of your Rank's power. Do you understand?"
Liam's voice came from somewhere within the "wooded zone."
Sirem tried to pinpoint his location, but found it difficult.
"I'm ready!"
*Bang!*
No sooner had she spoken than Liam appeared instantly before her, aiming a kick at her beautiful face.
She managed to shield herself with her forearms just in time.
When she looked again, Liam was gone.
"Focus, focus," she urged herself.
She glanced behind her upon hearing the sound of leaves being stepped on, but Liam appeared to her side instead, landing a blow on her flank.
"That bastard," Sirem thought, feeling a twinge of pain.
"It's not much different from fighting in the fog; just draw on your past experiences. Imagine I'm the thing you hate most if you have to—but stay calm."
She nodded, listening intently to Liam's words as she sprinted toward the direction where she had heard his voice.
*Bang!*
Sirem smiled as she unleashed a side kick to her left.
"Perfect—keep it up." Liam had blocked Sirem's kick with his forearm.
...
Several hours later, Sirem sat between Liam's legs, his arms wrapped around her waist.
She leaned back against his chest, while he rested his back against a tree.
One of Liam's hands moved up to massage one of Sirem's breasts.
She reveled in the touch; only moments earlier, he had shown her how to circulate her martial aura to speed up her recovery.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it seems," he whispered in her ear.
"No, but I'm starving," she said, smiling with a very sensual, mischievous glint in her eyes.
She turned around and unzipped Liam's trousers.
With her hands, she freed his massive member from its confinement; after she gave the head a few licks, the huge shaft rose, throbbing with desire.
"Feed your woman," she said, before taking the massive member deep into her mouth in a very lascivious manner.
The huge member slid all the way to her pulsing throat, then withdrew to be stimulated by her wanton tongue, only to plunge back in deep once more.
The sound of their mingling fluids was intensely erotic.
She glanced at Liam every now and then, but quickly returned her attention to pleasuring the massive member she loved so much.
Second by second, minute by minute, the lust mounted until the huge member throbbed deep within that wanton mouth.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
A large amount of whitish essence spilled into Sirem's throat, and she drank and sucked up every last drop.
[Host reached climax once: +2 Pleasure points]
[Pleasure points: 2787]
A wet, erotic sound echoed the moment his member left her mouth.
"Thanks, that was delicious," she said, opening her mouth to show him she had swallowed it all.
Liam pulled the beautiful woman toward him.
"You're such a lustful bitch."
"I'm *your* lustful bitch."
They kissed; then she sat on a blanket, and Liam removed her shorts and the red underwear she was wearing.
He moved closer to her intimate area.
"Mmm... aahhh... aahhh..." she moaned as she felt Liam's breath.
Liam's right index and middle fingers slid into her already wet, throbbing pussy.
"You're so wet," Liam teased her playfully.
She placed her hand on Liam's hair and pressed down, guiding his face against her pussy.
She began to revel in the way his tongue glided over her, stimulating and savoring her sensitive clitoris.
He moved his fingers inside her while his tongue stimulated her lustfully.
She moaned sensually and erotically, squeezing one of her pleasure-sensitive breasts.
Moment by moment, she used her martial aura to delay the onset of her climax.
But Liam already knew every sensitive spot on her body.
She moaned sensually the instant she unleashed a flood of lust—a tide Liam didn't hesitate to drink in.
[The host caused 1 orgasm in the woman: +2 Pleasure points]
[The host caused 1 super orgasm in the woman: +3 Pleasure points]
[Pleasure points: 2792]
She gasped in pleasure; the longer she held back the climax, the more intense it became.
Liam didn't wait; for him, it was the perfect moment—
both to enjoy the experience and to keep accumulating Pleasure Points.
[-5 Pleasure Points]
[Pleasure points: 2787]