Chapter 2: Dominance Friction: Breaking the Instructor (18+)
Two weeks passed like water. And within those days, Levi used all of the wealth and influence he got from Vanya to secure himself a higher position in the Aethermoor Sovereign Academy.
He sat at the crystal walls of the academy and smiled at the colorful skies. "This low-rank utility assistant is the best and perfect cover for my growth in this new world."
He slowly shifted his gaze to the white marble towers that rose high into the sky like swords. He hissed when he saw the countless female mages walking in the courtyard in elegant robes.
Behind them, men carried luggage that wasn’t a one-person job.
"Why the fuck will they not want to free themselves from these bitches?" Levi’s brow furrowed when he saw some of the men on their knees cleaning wherever the ladies stepped. "This should end."
He jumped off the walls and swung his crimson jacket he had purchased at high cost. He picked up the crate of magic crystals he had left at the corner and carried it along the path all the ladies were heading. "Watch me and learn."
All the kneeling men looked at Levi as if they had seen a god. Their pupils widened when they saw his height and broad shoulders. "Is he from here?"
Levi swung his shoulders sideways and shook his head whenever one of the mages stopped to stare at him with a shocked face.
Rushing boots and screams echoed from behind him, but Levi didn’t give them his ear.
"HEY! Stop right there."
He stopped when a cold voice shot through the air like a bullet and struck his eardrum. "Who is that disturbing my peace?"
A wide smile tore across his face when he turned his head slowly.
From a distance, Lyra Ashveil, the high-ranked Battle Mage and senior instructor who had scolded Levi the first day he secured the utility assistant position, caught his eye.
Her midnight-blue armor glowed like the sun when she marched forward.
Saliva snaked down Levi’s throat when he followed the athletic curves the Battle Mage had. "Damn, what hips!"
The moment she closed the distance, her eyes blazed with ice while her dangerous lower body dimensions remained the only thing Levi’s attention was on.
The panel shimmered to life in his head when he shifted his gaze to the lady’s face and blinked twice.
[Scanning Target: Lyra Ashveil.]
[Target Attraction: Dominance.]
[Current Status: High.]
[Alert: She senses your irregular Aether signature.]
[Desire Level: 30%.]
[She wants to break men who show potential strength.]
"Sweet!" Levi murmured in his head and smiled.
Lyra’s head snapped back when she squinted at Levi. "You do not possess the posture of a servant."
She stood just two inches away from the nice-looking guy and began assessing him with her purple eyes. "State your name and assignment this time."
"Levi Sirius. A Utility Assistant for the third ward." Levi’s shoulders relaxed as he replied. His eyes gleamed with absolute amusement when he stared straight into her piercing eyes.
"Most men tremble in my presence, how is this trash standing there unfazed?" she said in her head while her eyebrows narrowed.
She stepped forward when her attraction flared out.
"You have an attitude problem, Servant." Her fluffy chest brushed against his torso, but he didn’t even bother to move back; he just enjoyed her warmth.
"A lower-class male servant does not make eye contact with a Battle Mage," she screamed, her authoritative voice ringing with an intensity that only fueled Levi’s hunger.
He lowered the crate of magic crystals to the ground, then relaxed his fingers before stroking them through his hair. "Is there a law against looking at beautiful things, Instructor?"
Lyra’s cheeks reddened as a spark of unexpected heat rattled through her chest. "No man has ever spoken to me like that. Who the fuck does he think he is?"
"Come here!" She grabbed Levi’s collar and pulled him away from the tower he was heading to and hurled him into a nearby empty shed.
"Oouch!" Levi pushed himself off the floor and froze when he saw the sharp weapons hanging on the walls of the shed.
"I will show you what happens to trash who use that tone with me!" Lyra’s voice echoed from the outside before she even entered the shed.
She pinned Levi against a rack of iron swords and raised her hands. "I can have you executed for that insolence."
The smell of fresh mint flew out of her when she hissed.
Levi sniffed her and secretly activated the system.
"Trigger the Dominance Friction."
[Activating Desire Feedback Loop.]
[Target’s Dominance has been challenged.]
[Her internal lust increases by 50%.]
The moment Lyra dragged Levi upward, her breath hitched. The heavy and masculine scent of the servant flew into Lyra’s lungs and caused her to look at his lips.
Her body trembled when a strange urge seized her like a seizure. "You think you are special?"
She growled and moved her left hand down Levi’s chest the moment she lowered him.
A grim grin shimmered on her face when she grabbed Levi’s crotch through his trousers. But in a blink, the grin vanished to shock. "A servant shouldn’t carry a weapon this dangerous."
Levi swallowed his pain and smiled. "Do something about it then, Instructor."
Lyra’s competitive nature turned into raw lust when she lost her restraint. Her cheeks reddened when she ripped Levi’s shirt open and shoved him down onto a large leather mat used for wrestling.
She bit her lips and unbuckled her own armor plate, then dropped to her knees.
"Seriously?" Levi’s head snapped back when he noticed the Battle Mage wasn’t wearing anything underneath her combat gear. "Well, huge breasts with dark hard nipples are fine."
Lyra mounted Levi and grabbed his massive, erect shaft and guided it to her core, which was already dripping wet under the system’s passive heat.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
She slammed herself on him as if hammering a nail. Wet gasps escaped her and drifted out of the weapon shed like a hymn.
Her long silver hair whipped through the heated air wildly when she threw her head back. "You are mine."
Levi placed his palms on her huge waist and inhaled deeply. "I will break you."
Lyra rode him like riding a horse. She bounced up and down, while grinding her pelvis against his.
Sweat dropped from her chest to the center of her stomach where Levi’s asset was hitting.
Levi squeezed her thick thighs and anchored her for more rounds when she paused for breath. His waist moved like a sprinting machine as he thrusted upward, meeting her aggressive pace with equal force.
Lyra tried to muffle her voice, but the loud slaps and heavy groans drifted out like a stubborn cat.
Levi shifted his weight and flipped her over, then pinned her wrists above her head.
"Who is breaking whom?" he asked and delivered three deep strokes that hit deep in her before Lyra could even open her mouth.
The cold demeanor shattered and got replaced with screams that continuously escaped her as Levi drove relentlessly into her.
Lyra’s tight walls clamped around him in frantic waves when she broke and caused her inner fluids to splash against Levi’s pubic bone.
Her dominance turned into total physical dependency as she climaxed over and over again.
Levi let out a low growl, then blew his hot load deep inside her womb. Lyra’s legs locked around his waist as she absorbed the blast with a trembling body.
[Aether Level: 120.]
[Second breakthrough Imminent.]
[Partial Sovereign Mark established on Lyra Ashveil.]
Lyra Ashveil, the Battle Mage, lay on the mat utterly conquered while her body convulsed happily.
Levi got up and shook his head while wearing his jacket. "Two down."