Kazuya was sweating buckets. Not because it was hot. Not because he had just barely survived the most insane battle of his life.
No.
It was because Valkyria, the seven-foot-tall, muscle-packed, MILF gladiator, was currently staring him down with the hunger of a woman who had just discovered a new favorite dessert.
Her biceps flexed, the sheer force of her presence sending small tremors through the ancient MILF training grounds. Her battle armor clinked softly as she cracked her knuckles. The ground around her sizzled.
Kazuya gulped.
"Uh… Valkyria? You okay?"
Valkyria took a slow, deep breath. "No. No, I am not okay."
Kazuya took a step back. "W-Why not?"
She pointed at him. "Because that technique of yours? The one you just pulled on me?"
He froze.
Oh no.
Sylvara was dying laughing in the background.
Bradimus was face-down on the ground, still recovering from his earlier heartbreak.
Celestia had pulled out a notebook and was casually taking notes.
Valkyria's gaze burned into Kazuya's soul. "You just… just touched me. And in that instant, my entire battle aura flickered. My strength wavered. That has never happened before."
Kazuya held up his hands. "W-Wait, wait, it was an accident! My ability activated on its own!"
Valkyria marched forward.
Kazuya backed up.
"Oh no," Sylvara wheezed. "Oh no."
"Kazuya," Valkyria said, her voice dead serious. "Do it again."
Kazuya tripped over his own feet. "WHAT?!"
She loomed over him. "Do it again. Right now."
Kazuya choked on air. "I— I don't— That's— You're asking me to touch you?!"
Valkyria nodded. "Yes."
Sylvara completely lost it.
Bradimus crawled forward, barely conscious. "P-Please… gods above… why am I not the protagonist…?"
Celestia was cackling softly as she flipped another page in her notebook.
Valkyria took a step closer, towering over Kazuya like an ancient war goddess.
Kazuya's brain short-circuited.
Was this a test? A trap?
Was this how he died?!
"S-Shouldn't we do some, uh… warm-ups first?" Kazuya stammered.
Valkyria tilted her head. "You want me to warm up first?"
She then, without hesitation, ripped off her training cloak.
BOOM.
Kazuya was hit with the sheer force of her abs.
They were perfectly sculpted. Her entire body was a masterpiece of MILF battle perfection.
Sylvara started screeching like a banshee. "KAZUYA, I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK."
Bradimus let out a pained wail.
Celestia nodded. "Mmm. Good core strength."
Kazuya was frozen.
His soul had left his body.
Valkyria rolled her shoulders. "Alright. I'm ready. Now, use your ability again."
Kazuya had no idea how to respond to this situation.
"…Are you… absolutely sure?"
She nodded, completely serious. "Yes. If your ability can truly weaken me, then I must train myself to resist it. I will not accept any weakness."
Sylvara was crying with laughter. "S-She's actually using Kazuya's pervy skills as combat training! OH MY GOD, THIS IS TOO MUCH."
Celestia was smirking. "Well, go on, Kazuya. Be a good boy and help her train."
Kazuya wanted to die.
But if he refused, there was a non-zero chance Valkyria would kill him anyway.
He had no choice.
Slowly, painfully, he reached out a trembling hand.
And then, with the lightest touch possible…
His fingers brushed against Valkyria's battle-hardened stomach.
BOOOOOOOM.
A shockwave rippled through the training grounds.
Valkyria tensed. Every single muscle in her body reacted. A faint blush spread across her face as her breath hitched.
The very air around them crackled.
Sylvara collapsed onto the ground.
Bradimus let out a broken scream.
Celestia's smirk deepened.
Kazuya?
Kazuya was about to pass out.
His Supreme Touch ability was WAY TOO POWERFUL.
Valkyria staggered backward, her legs shaking slightly. She caught herself, but her battle aura was flickering again.
She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. Then she looked at Kazuya with an intense expression.
"…Again."
Kazuya screamed.
TO BE CONTINUED…