Eren gasped, a muffled protest in his throat, trying to speak—trying to find words—but none came.
"Aunt Mira... I couldn't—" he tried to object, his voice breaking mid-sentence.
But Mira didn't listen. She continued slamming her hips against his pelvis, over and over, riding him relentlessly. He came several times that night, each release leaving him increasingly sensitive—his body trembling with every aftershock—his vitality, barely able to keep up.
Yet Mira gave him no room to retreat. Her pace never faltered. She kept going, grinding and bouncing with uninhibited desire, her body rising and crashing down onto his with unyielding rhythm.
By the time his final resistance broke, his vision was blurred, eyes rolling back as his strength faded completely. Only she remained in control—bouncing atop him through the night, lost in her own pleasure, her body glowing with sweat under moonlight.
By the time Eren's eyes fluttered open again, he found himself muffled beneath Mira's large, sleeping breasts. She lay collapsed on top of him, her mouth slightly agape, a thin line of saliva trailing from her lips. The futon beneath them was soaked—evidence of everything that had passed between them. Even his hair clung damply to his forehead, sticky with her saliva.
She had kissed him countless times during the night, riding him while his eyes were rolled back, his body barely responsive except for the part she needed most. But for Mira, that was enough.
Enough to make her first time unforgettable—beneath the moonlight that had bathed them.
Eren—buried beneath her breasts—woke up with a hard-on. But the moment it twitched, Mira's walls, as if alerted by the movement, clenched tightly around him. Eren gasped, his body jolting as he came inside her again, his breath heavy as he tried to suck in air from between Mira's soft mounds.
She had fallen asleep last night with his length still inside her—and now, as he stirred, he sighed deeply, still trapped in her warmth.
No stimulation—no stimulation...
He thought, trying to calm himself. But neither fate nor his own body was on his side, as he shuddered and came inside Mira once again. She instinctively jerked up and back against him—even in her sleep—her tongue hanging out, a trail of drool slipping down and coating Eren as he struggled to push her to the side.
Her pussy clung tightly to his shaft, the two of them bound together by the thick, sticky fluid that coated his pelvis and the insides of her thighs.
Eren gently shifted her to the side as he began to pull out—his skin sticking to her slick walls. With every inch he withdrew, her body trembled, and each movement seemed to push her into another shudder.
A moan escaped her lips in her sleep, and beads of sweat glistened on the skin around her body.
Eren's face was twisted in a mix of lust and discomfort.
Whatever the day had in store, one thing was certain—it was going to be an awkward one.
Eren quickly grabbed the gown crumpled at the side—patches of Mira's shudder on it. He used it to wipe the mess on his pelvis and thighs as best he could. Then, picking up a top and a pant, he dressed swiftly and slipped out of the house, rushing toward the mountains.
While running, he patted the top he wore—checking for the book he remembered taking with him.
He pushed forward, heading toward the forest. Thanks to his trained muscles, he covered the distance in less than thirty minutes.
At the outskirts of the forest, Eren finally slowed down. His breath came heavy and steady as he walked deeper in.
The sun had yet to rise. The sky remained dark, and the forest was quiet—most birds still asleep, save for the occasional hoot that echoed under the trees. Moonlight filtered faintly through the canopy, casting pale glows across the forest floor.
Moving carefully from tree to tree, Eren made his way to a small lake—once he had scouted around, and made sure it was free of beasts.
He set his clothes down at the edge, knelt by the water, and began to wash himself—focusing especially on the sticky patches along his thighs.
And once he was fresh, Eren slipped into his pants and sat by the lakeside, letting his upper body dry under the soft morning breeze. While waiting, he reached for the book he had tucked beside his slumped shirt. Opening it to a few pages, he frowned—the writing was so fragmented and warped, he couldn't make sense of a single line.
Hey, System, he thought, a question rising silently within. What is this text?
A soft chime rang in his ears as the system responded, its familiar tone activating in his mind.
[Currently Reading: @#$]
"Huh? What's that?" he muttered, squinting at the glitchy display.
[Do you wish to transfer the first Chapter directly into your mind?]
At the same time, a cool breeze swept across his cheeks.
Eren blinked, confused by the message but somehow... accepting."...Okay?" he muttered under his breath.
A sudden breeze brushed against Eren's cheeks—cool, almost playful. At the same moment, a soft chime echoed in his mind.
[SYSTEM: Skill Analyzation in progress...]
He blinked, puzzled. "...Okay?", this time—unsure if he was supposed to respond.
A blinding bolt of lightning split the sky and slammed into him.
The nearby trees groaned and toppled, birds scattering in a frenzy as the world around him, erupted into chaos. Eren's scream was swallowed by the deafening thunder. A smoking crater formed beneath him, its edges still hissing from the heat.
Eren lay at the center, clutching his head, pain dancing through every nerve. His eyes snapped open—dazed, panicked.
For a fleeting second, sparks of electricity flickered across his fingers—blue, dancing like fireflies—then faded away into nothing.
He parted his lips to speak, to question the system...—but a sudden wave of dizziness slammed into him.
His knees gave way as he fell flat on the ground.
Lying on his back, eyes wide, he stared past the broken trees into the distance—his thoughts hazy, scattered. His gaze couldn't follow anything beyond the wreckage. His mind—trapped in its own haze—struggled to make sense of it all.
But the world was silent now.
His thoughts, like his vision, swam—lost in a haze.
"Where did this knowledge come from...?"
Eren whispered, eyes fixed on the sky above—then slowly lowering toward the glowing System Window before him.
His mouth hung open in disbelief as he stood, glancing around the smoking crater. Near the edge, he spotted a broken branch—jagged, splintered from a fallen tree.
Without hesitation, Eren rushed toward it and picked it up.It felt rough, uneven, but something pulsed beneath his fingertips.A thought began to form.
If this is real... then—
He raised the branch.
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The air split before him. A sharp gust exploded outward as the earth cracked beneath the swing. A clean, shallow fissure stretched across the ground.
Eren gasped.The branch in his hands trembled—then crumbled to dust, unable to contain the force it had just unleashed.
> Successfully replicated the First Form of Lesser Wyvern Sword Arts
"What?!"Eren stared at the screen, breath caught in his throat. His mind reeled, unable to keep up.
His mouth opened slightly—but no words came.
[Replicate the Full-Form of Wyvern Sword Arts to elevate into a Higher Sword Art.Or begin learning multiple Techniques to branch into diverse styles.]
"...Techniques?" he murmured, barely able to process it all.
> Host: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old
> Current Arts: Lesser Wyvern Sword Arts
> Boosts: Unknown Vitality Pills (Negligible)
> Assignment: In Progress