Her thoughts shattered, spiraling wildly.

’How is it not an illusion...?!’

Her body tumbled across the grassland before finally crashing to a halt, carving a shallow trench through the earth. The scent of scorched grass and iron filled the air as faint wisps of black lightning still crackled weakly around her body.

For a moment...

She didn’t move.

The battlefield fell into a suffocating silence.

Then—

A low sound escaped her lips.

A laugh.

"...ha..."

It was soft at first.

Unsteady.

Then it grew.

"Ha... haha..."

Her fingers twitched against the dirt as she slowly pushed herself up, strands of her hair clinging to her blood-stained lips. Her shoulders trembled, not from weakness...

But from something far more volatile.

Excitement.

Her eyes lifted.

And what stared back at me...

Was no longer the composed, untouchable Sylvia.

It was something sharper.

Something unhinged.

"You..." she muttered, her voice hoarse, yet laced with a rising thrill, "you’re not just playing with me anymore... are you?"

I didn’t answer immediately.

I simply stood there, hands loosely at my sides, posture relaxed, as though none of this required any effort from me at all.

The faint red glint in my eyes dimmed slightly...

Returning to that same half-lidded indifference.

"You’re finally taking me seriously?" she asked, her lips curling despite the blood still trailing down her chin.

"...No."

The word landed quietly.

Flat.

Absolute.

The faint smile on her lips froze.

"I’m simply... no longer pretending."

Silence.

Then—

BOOM.

The ground beneath Sylvia shattered as an overwhelming surge of black lightning erupted outward, exploding in all directions like a storm unleashed.

The air warped.

The pressure dropped.

Even the onlookers staggered back instinctively, their instincts screaming danger.

Her aura rose.

Violent.

Unrestrained.

Wild arcs of black lightning lashed outward, tearing through the grassland, leaving behind scorched scars and shattered earth. The sky above dimmed slightly, clouds gathering unnaturally as the low rumble of thunder deepened into a constant growl.

This time...

She wasn’t holding back.

"SAY THAT AGAIN!" Sylvia roared, her voice cracking through the battlefield like thunder itself.

And then—

She vanished.

Not fast.

Not swift.

But gone.

As though she had never existed in that space to begin with.

A split second later—

The world around me fractured.

Lightning struck.

From above.

From below.

From every direction at once.

The battlefield was swallowed by a storm of black destruction, each bolt carrying enough force to obliterate everything in its path.

The ground exploded repeatedly, shockwaves tearing outward in violent succession.

And at the center of it all—

I stood.

Unmoving.

Untouched.

Every strike...

Stopped.

Suspended just inches from my body.

A silent, invisible boundary.

An untouchable domain.

Sylvia reappeared mid-assault, her figure flickering between arcs of lightning as she closed in, her movements now erratic, unpredictable, feral.

She struck again.

And again.

And again.

Faster.

Sharper.

More desperate.

Her fists, her legs, her lightning—

All of it crashed against that same unreachable point.

Her breathing grew heavier.

Her strikes grew wilder.

Her control began to slip.

Yet—

She couldn’t touch me.

Not even once.

"...why..." her voice trembled, barely audible beneath the chaos of thunder.

Her final strike came with everything she had.

A condensed spear of black lightning, compressed to its absolute limit, shrieking as it tore through the air toward my chest.

I watched it approach.

Calmly.

Then—

I lifted my hand.

And caught it.

The lightning froze.

Struggled.

Screamed against my fingers.

Then—

It stilled.

The entire battlefield went quiet.

"...impossible..." Sylvia whispered, her pupils trembling as she stared at the scene before her.

I tilted my head slightly, examining the condensed lightning in my grasp, as though it were nothing more than a curious toy.

"Your control is sloppy," I said plainly.

Her expression cracked.

"You rely too much on output... and not enough on precision."

My fingers tightened slightly.

The lightning shattered.

Dispersing into harmless sparks that faded into the air.

Before she could react—

I stepped forward.

No flash.

No distortion.

No sound.

Just—

There.

My hand reached out and gently pressed against her forehead.

A simple touch.

Yet her entire body froze.

"...what—"

"You’ve already lost."

Her eyes widened. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Then—

Everything around her collapsed.

The battlefield.

The sky.

The storm.

It all shattered like glass.

Illusion.

Layered.

Stacked.

Perfectly constructed.

From the very beginning.

Her knees buckled.

Her body dropped.

The black lightning surrounding her flickered weakly before dissipating entirely, leaving only faint scorch marks across her skin.

Her breathing was ragged now.

Uneven.

Defeated.

I stood over her, my gaze steady, indifferent... yet no longer entirely dismissive.

There was something else now.

Acknowledgment.

"Your instincts are good," I said calmly.

Her fingers clenched weakly against the ground.

"But your mind... is too easy to break."

She bit her lip, drawing blood, her body trembling with frustration... with humiliation... with something deeper.

Around us, the silence lingered.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

No one spoke.

No one dared to.

Then—

I turned.

Just like that.

The battle... was over.

"...Aristarkh..." Sylvia’s voice came faintly from behind me.

I paused.

But didn’t look back.

"...next time..." she whispered, her voice shaking yet stubborn, "I won’t lose."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

"Then next time..."

My voice drifted back to her, quiet... yet absolute.

"Try to touch me first."

And with that—

I walked towards Rosaline, whose lips twitched slightly.

My sister clenched her fist and then vanished, not willing to linger with the crowd.

Meanwhile, Rosaline waved her hands for the soldiers to disperse.

I could see the reverent expression in everyone’s eyes as they stared at me before rushing away, leaving Rosaline and me together.

Rosaline glanced at me, and I returned her gaze.

Seeing that I wasn’t speaking and was instead just giving her a faint smile, she twitched her lips and finally said,

"What do you want me to do as a favor?"

I let the silence settle between us before speaking.

"I want you to... get down on your knees and suck me off here..."

"What?" Rosaline’s eyebrow shot up instantly as she glanced at me in shock.

"What are you talking about? What do you take me for? A whore?" she glanced around and noticed a few soldiers located not too far away.

Of course they would notice once she got down on her knees. She would completely lose all respect, and her reputation would go down the drain.

Staring at Aristarkh, she could see he wasn’t joking.

At the same time, she didn’t know why, but the thought sent a thrill down her pussy.

It was already soaking into the slippery folds of her labia.

I watched her bite her lips ever so slightly. Despite her protesting, she was already considering my request.

That was just the kind of slut Rosaline was...

According to the system, I knew she loved these sorts of domination kinks, so the more dominant and authoritative I was with her, the more she would fall for me and be unable to do without pleasing me...

Author’s Note: What are your thoughts on this novel? What kind of sex positions and scenes would you love written into this novel? Comment below, and each comment will be carefully considered.

By the way... please check out my other novel. It’s more interesting than this, with a more interesting main character...