NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 245: Teaching a Lesson

John was a Rogue and he had the ability to escape, hide and attack from the shadows. His Quiet Steps and Haze Veil allowed him to fight from the shadows and skills like Dagger Aura and Critical Hit allowed him to deal devastating damage with just his dagger.

From his borrowed skills, Muscle Strengthening and Strength Buff were the most straightforward. They provided him with raw strength. The difference between the two was that the Strength Buff provided him far more strength without a direct physical change to his muscles, but the downside was that it didn’t last as long.

Berserker’s Rage also worked like the other two, but on steroids and it should be used as a last resort, since his mind would always become clouded with violence and it was easy to lose sight of his real objective when using the skill.

If he upgraded Fire Control, he would have another method of long-range attacks and Fire Control was extremely versatile when compared to Artillery Strike. It could be used to distract enemies, to enhance his dagger and as pure firepower. He thought it was the most likely choice, but he stopped to look at the description.

[Fire Control (B)]

[Description: The ability to summon and control fire. At its current rank, the following limitations are applied:

Range: 20 m.

Intensity: 1120 °C

Energy Efficiency: B-rank ]

He had a little experience using the skill, and with a little experimentation, he was able to figure out that 1 minute of constant use would deplete all of his Energy. This was the main reason he didn’t use the skill much, but if the Energy Efficiency could be improved, then it would become a weapon and improving his borrowed skills had the fortunate side effects of also improving it for his women. He had already confirmed this with Maria.

With that in mind, he used his Skill Upgrade on the Fire Control skill and smirked.

He stood up from his bed and left to look for Dalia.

"John," Dalia gasped, turning her head in surprise as John stepped behind her.

They were in one of the practice areas.

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"Did I scare you?" John grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her belly.

"A little," she giggled, leaning back into him.

"Are you free? I want to try something in training."

"Yes, I’m free."

"Great."

He separated from her and turned her to face him. "Okay, what is it?"

"Dalia, I will help you improve your Fire Control. But first, let me tell you the changes."

"Changes?"

"Yes, I upgraded your Fire Control skill."

Dalia quirked an eyebrow, "Upgraded?"

"Yes, improved."

"Okay... how?"

"That’s not important; let’s just see what it can do, alright?"

"Alright," she nodded.

"Follow me," he said, leading Dalia to the back of the base, where there was a big pile of scrap metal.

"This is what you’d expect from your skill, right?" John asked as he pointed his hands towards the pile of scrap metal and bright orange flames materialised in the air, shooting towards the pile of scrap metal.

The scrap metal glowed with heat, and in no time at all, it became red-hot.

"Now watch. I will use the same skill, but this is the upgraded version."

This time, the flames were almost white as they burned brightly, and the pile of metal began to melt.

Dalia wiped off the sweat from her wide-open eyes.

"Wow, I didn’t know it could do that."

"It couldn’t before because it was B-rank, but you should be able to do it now since it has become A-rank."

"Amazing, what other things can I do?"

"Let’s figure it out together," John smiled at her, "but not today; we still have to help build this place."

"Right," Dalia nodded in agreement.

She was amazed, but she couldn’t afford to slack off, not while the rest of the people were working hard.

John moved closer to Dalia, his eyes locked on hers as his hands traced a path down her arms, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He stepped even closer, their bodies almost touching, and Dalia could feel the heat radiating from him. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him.

"John," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smiled slowly, his eyes darkening with desire as he leaned in closer. His hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer to him as he pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss. Dalia moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

John’s hands moved lower, caressing her curves as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her shorts.

John slid his fingers back and forth across Dalia’s waistband, teasing her with his movements. Each time he flicked his fingers, he would pull the band, exposing her hip, and then letting it snap back against her skin.

John’s fingers continued to dance across Dalia’s waistline, teasing her with each flick of his wrist. He could feel her growing more and more restless with every movement, her breath hitching as he pulled on the waistband of her shorts.

Finally, without warning, John hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down, exposing Dalia’s firm, round buttocks. She gasped in surprise, but before she could react, John’s hand was already on her flesh, squeezing and kneading as he watched it jiggle with each movement.

Dalia’s skin was warm to the touch, and John couldn’t help but run his hand over her curves again and again. He marvelled at the way her flesh responded to his touch, bouncing back with a firmness that contrasted sharply with its softness.

His hands continued their exploration, roaming over her bare bottom and thighs, until they finally found their way to the small of her back, where he rested his palm on her lower spine and pressed down lightly. Dalia moaned softly as John’s fingers traced circles along her tailbone, sending shivers down her spine and causing the muscles of her abdomen to twitch and jump with excitement.

Then, with no warning, he raised his hand and brought it crashing down onto her backside, the sharp sting causing Dalia’s eyes to widen in surprise. But she did not cry out or try to pull away; instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her rear up and towards John, as if begging him to strike her once more.

He obliged her unspoken request, slapping her again, and again, and again, until the skin of her ass turned a bright shade of red.