Chapter 140: Time
"Outstanding...you've grown much stronger..." panted Xenonia, wearing her skin-tight Executor clothing and sweating heavily as she stood a few meters from Vahn, hunched over in a wrestling pose.
"It's mostly just stats..." responded Vahn, his expression calm and skin barely moist as he confessed, "Truth be told, I haven't been training as much as I should. It's just that when it feels like you have all the time in the world, training tirelessly feels like a waste..."
"Then allow me to grow stronger in your stead...!" exclaimed Xenovia, rushing forward and slamming her left shoulder into Vahn's diaphragm, her left arm hooking around his body and her right hand slipping behind his left knee in an effort to knock him over. Instead, he sprouted a pair of Devil wings, using them to glide backward at the speed she had tackled him, completely negating her leverage.
Undaunted, Xenovia managed to get her feet under her and shoot her left between Vahn's legs, stopping his backward momentum as she shouted, "I will be the sword that cuts down your foes and the shield that protects this place from any who would defile it...!"
Arching her back violently, Xenovia attempted to punctuate her shout by uniting Vahn's face with the training ground floor. However, as he already had wings materialized, he simply flicked them to rise into the air, causing the blue-haired, green-tuft beauty to briefly dangle from his waist before pulling up, wrapping her legs around his, and squeezing him tightly.
"I admire your persistence..." remarked Vahn, accelerating to perform a quick loop that ended with him slamming Xenovia's back into the ground, driving both of his knees into her stomach. When she tensed, her muscles became harder than iron, but as he was using Touki at her request, Vahn's attack penetrated clean through her defenses, causing her to cough out a mouthful of blood as they cratered the floor.
With the training room being considered a Checkpoint, Xenovia's wounds immediately healed, but her stamina, mental, and spirit energies remained depleted. As a result, she ended up panting heavily as she gazed at Vahn with excitement and a fair amount of devotion.
'This woman is undoubtedly a masochist...' thought Vahn, not particularly minding the disposition as he floated backward, removing his knees from the pit of Xenovia's stomach. She sat up in response, fully prepared to resume their spar despite being defeated sixteen times in a row, but Vahn stopped her by expressing, "You've worked hard...I believe you deserve a reward..."
"My Lord..." panted Xenovia, her eyes gaining a prominent violet hue as she immediately leaned back onto her elbows, drew her feet closer to her butt, and spread her knees to form an M-shape.
Approaching the eagerly awaiting beauty, Vahn pressed his left thumb to the keyhole on her crotch, producing a faint golden light before the seam veiling her pussy parted to expose it. Then, as she was already incredibly wet, producing steamy condensation as her pussy was exposed to the air, he wasted no time raising her butt and driving his cock into her warm and moist depths, causing her to exhale loudly in passion and relief.
Establishing a steady, forceful rhythm from the start, Vahn held Xenovia's gaze as he revealed, "I used to think I didn't need something like a sword, but as I can't be in all places at all times without manipulating time itself, I accept your proposition, Xenovia Quarta..."