Yandere Levelling in Her World-Chapter 187 - 188: Extraordinary man

The morning light filtered weakly through the cracked blinds of the dingy room, but the air inside was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something almost feral. Outside the door, two women approached with purposeful strides.

The first woman had short-cropped hair, dark and practical, hugging her scalp like a helmet. She wore a tight black tracksuit that clung to her athletic frame which was slightly torned showing it was indeed very used, the fabric stretching over toned muscles. Her face lit up with barely contained excitement, eyes bright and lips curved in a grin.

"So, is this man similar to what Anna was speaking and boasting about?" she asked, her voice low but buzzing with anticipation. "All those stories she told us... I thought she was exaggerating because she was head over heels."

Beside her walked a taller woman with a jagged scar slicing across her left eye, the old wound pulling slightly when she frowned. Her expression stayed cool, almost detached, but there was a flicker of genuine intrigue in her gaze.

"He was surely the most handsome I have ever seen," the scarred woman muttered. "And certainly the most fearless. I can tell from the way that man looked and behaved. Even when he was in the middle of a room filled with nothing but women, he didn't show a single stutter or hint of fear. Not even a flinch."

The short-haired woman nodded slowly, her grin widening. "Interesting. So it was all true and not just the fantasy of a lovestruck woman. If that's the case, then he would certainly be a valuable asset to us."

They stopped just outside the door. From the other side came noises. Not the rhythmic thumps and gasps of lovemaking they expected. Instead, it was high-pitched squealing mixed with guttural moans, raw and animalistic, like a pig being slaughtered in slow motion. The sounds dragged on, endless, unnatural.

The short-haired woman tilted her head. "They must still be going at it. But it's already morning. They have been at this for hours."

The scarred woman crossed her arms. "Hours? Try all night. Listen to that. It's not stopping."

A shiver ran down the short-haired woman's spine. Her excitement faded, replaced by a cold knot of worry. "Wait. What if... did that man kill Anna? Was he some kind of spy? We let him in because she vouched for him, but what if this is a trap?"

The scarred woman raised an eyebrow. "You really think he could overpower Anna? She has the mind control skill."

"I don't know anymore," the short-haired woman snapped. "Those sounds are wrong. Break the door. Now. I will apologize if i'm wrong...but those sounds are not normal."

Without hesitation, both women stepped back. The short-haired one counted down with her fingers. "Three. Two. One."

They kicked together. The old wooden door splintered at the lock and flew inward with a crash.

The scene inside froze them in place. A shockwave of horror and disbelief hit them like a physical blow.

Anna was on the bed, face down, ass up, her body locked in a brutal hold. Ren was behind her, one arm hooked under her thighs, the other pinning her wrists behind her back in a twisted grip.

He was still pistoning into her with mechanical force, hips slamming forward even though his eyes had rolled back completely, whites showing, face slack and hollow. His once-muscled frame had thinned out dramatically overnight, cheeks sunken, ribs visible under stretched skin, body trembling from sheer exhaustion.

Yet he kept moving, relentless, driven by something beyond human will.

From Anna's swollen, abused pussy, thick rivers of cum leaked in gallons, pooling on the sheets, dripping down her thighs in viscous streams. Her body twitched violently, caught between endless orgasms and something far worse. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, drool stringing from her lips.

The short-haired woman took a step forward and caught the full spray of squirt mixed with Ren's cum as Anna convulsed again. Warm liquid hit her face and chest. She froze, then wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, staring down in stunned silence at the mess.

"What in the goddess happened here?" she whispered.

The scarred woman moved first. She lunged forward and grabbed Ren's shoulders, yanking him back with all her strength. "Enough!"

Ren's body resisted like a machine. His arms strained toward Anna even as he was pulled away, fingers clawing at empty air. A low, broken growl came from his throat. His legs buckled, but he still tried to crawl forward, eyes unfocused, body shaking.

Anna whimpered the moment he was separated. Her hips jerked instinctively, searching for him. She twitched on the bed, eyes glassy, body locked in aftershocks. Pleasure and agony mixed on her face in a way that made no sense.

The short-haired woman knelt beside Anna, hands hovering uncertainly. "Anna! Hey, look at me. Say something."

Anna's lips moved, voice cracked and weak. "Ren... don't stop... he can't stop... I told him... don't ever stop... don't ever leave..."

The short-haired woman cursed under her breath. "You used your skill on him. Didn't you?"

Anna nodded slowly, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. "I didn't mean to... it slipped... I said keep fucking me until morning... don't ever stop no matter what... don't ever leave me no matter what..."

The scarred woman hauled Ren farther back. He collapsed against the wall, chest heaving, but his hands still reached blindly toward the bed. "He's completely broken," she said flatly. "Your command locked into him like a curse. He kept going until his body gave out. Look at him. He's barely alive."

Ren's head lolled. A faint, delirious smile tugged at his lips. "Anna... more... I want more...come here... see how much... I can take..."

The short-haired woman stood up, face pale. "This is insane. We should find a healer and Anna break your order or else he will die..."

Anna with her mind already half gone stupid, look at Ren and muttered. "Break!"

And suddenly Ren's whole body collaposed.

"Why didn't you do that before? Are you crazy? Are you trying to kill this man?" Short haired woman scolded Anna, but she gave a very slutty smile and muttered. "He wasn't under my influence whole way through. Look..." As Anna said those words, suddenly a greenish light sorrounded Ren and his body started to return to normal and his eyes opened with an intensity that caused everyone to feel chill.

"IT IS WHAT HE WANTS...HE DON'T WANT TO LET ME GO!"

***

Outside the gate, the traitors' armored transports revved their engines again. Officers shouted commands, and the line of soldiers advanced in tight formation. Their neutralizer turrets and normal turrets hummed to life, pale-blue energy fields flickering as they targeted the massive iron barrier and people inside. "Breach team forward!" one traitor captain barked. "Take down that gate! No survivors inside!"

From the high tower atop Valkyrie Fang's walls, Astrid watched through binoculars. The tower was angled just right, shielded by reinforced stone that made direct shots impossible from their distance.

She gripped the railing, her wounded hand throbbing but bandaged now. "They're coming," she said into her earpiece. "Hold fire until they're in range. Explosives ready?"

"Ready, Chief," Mara replied from the barricades below. "We've got the charges primed. Just say the word."

The traitors' lead vehicle lumbered closer, its turret swiveling. Soldiers jogged alongside, rifles raised. They were forty meters out now. Thirty. Astrid's heart pounded. "Now! Throw them!"

From hidden slits in the walls, her fighters hurled improvised explosives. Grenades arched through the air, landing amid the advancing vehicles. Booms echoed as dirt and metal erupted. One transport flipped sideways, tires spinning uselessly. Screams cut through the night. "Fall back!" the traitor captain yelled. "Ambush! Regroup!"

The assault halted in chaos. Traitors dragged their wounded away, leaving smoking craters and twisted wreckage. They retreated to fifty meters out, glaring at the camp from afar. Astrid lowered her binoculars. "Good work, team. That bought us time."

Down below, Lena wiped sweat from her brow. "They won't try that again soon. But how long can we keep this up? Food's already low."

"We make them pay for every inch," Astrid said firmly. "No one sleeps easy tonight."

The traitors set up camp at a safe distance, floodlights trained on the gate. Their leader, a grizzled woman with a scarred face, paced in front of her troops. "No rush assaults," he ordered. "We starve them out. Block all exits. Let hunger do the work. Those power freaks will crack first."

A soldier nodded. "Sir, our scouts report their supplies can't last more than a week. But what about their raids?"

"We'll post double guards," the leader growled. "Shoot anything that moves."

That night, Astrid's guerrilla teams struck. Small groups slipped out through hidden tunnels, shadows in the mist. They hit traitor patrols with silenced shots and quick retreats. "Take that sentry," whispered one fighter. A muffled crack, and a traitor slumped. Alarms blared in their camp. "Intruders! Sound the alert!"

The traitors fired wildly into the dark, but Astrid's teams were gone. "Damn them," a traitor muttered, rubbing tired eyes. "Can't even rest."

Day one dragged on. Traitors probed the walls with sniper fire, but the tower kept Astrid safe. She directed counter-snipes. "Hit their spotters," she commanded. Pops echoed, and traitors ducked. "We can't get close!" one complained. "Those bitches are dug in deep."

Inside Valkyrie Fang, rations were portioned thinly. "Mom, I'm hungry," a child whined in the shelters. A mother hushed her. "Shh, sweetie. Chief Astrid will fix this."

Astrid met with her lieutenants in the command post. "They're waiting us out," she said. "But we hit them harder tonight. Disrupt their supply lines."

"Risky, Chief," Mara cautioned. "Your hand... you're not at full strength."

"I'll manage," Astrid replied. "We can't let them relax."

Night two brought more raids. Explosives detonated near traitor tents, flames licking the sky. "Fire! Put it out!" soldiers shouted, scrambling. Sleep-deprived traitors fumbled weapons. "These attacks are killing us," one groaned. "I haven't slept in days."

Their leader slammed a fist on a map. "Hold the line! Reinforcements are coming. We outlast them."

Day three dawned gray and weary. Both sides were exhausted. Traitors' eyes were hollow, movements sluggish. In Valkyrie Fang, fighters leaned on walls, stomachs growling. "Chief, we're running low on ammo too," Lena reported. "And the kids... they're scared."

Astrid nodded grimly from the tower. "We hold. One more day...and we send children and civilians to Norbata"

Suddenly, a scout burst into the command post. "Chief! Radio intercept! A third party incoming. Norbata forces. They're marching this way, armed to the teeth."

Astrid's eyes widened. "Norbata? How far?"

"Hours out," the scout said. "Traitors know too. Their comms are panicking."

Outside, the traitor leader's face paled as his radio crackled. "Norbata inbound? Confirmed?" A voice affirmed. "Yes, madame. Full battalion. If they hit us now, with our troops this weak... most of our women can't even lift guns. We're done."

"Retreat!" the leader ordered. "Pack up! Move out before they surround us!"

But it was too late. Horns blared in the distance. Norbata vehicles roared into view, encircling the traitor camp. "Halt! This is Norbata command," a amplified voice boomed. "Surrender or be fired upon!"

But of course that was just a tradition because no more than two seconds after everyone open fired.

Gunfire erupted. Traitors scrambled for cover, returning shots. "Defend the perimeter!" their leader yelled. Bullets whined through the air. A Norbata soldier fell, but more advanced, lasers cutting down traitors.

From the tower, Astrid saw her chance. "All units! Attack now! Hit them from the rear while Norbata presses!"

Valkyrie Fang's gates cracked open. Fighters poured out, rifles blazing. "For the Fang!" Mara shouted, leading a charge. Traitors spun, caught in a crossfire. "We're pinned!" one screamed. "Fall back! Every woman for herself!"

Chaos reigned. Gunshots popped like fireworks. A traitor vehicle exploded under combined fire. Bodies hit the dirt. "Help me!" a wounded traitor cried, but her comrades fled.

Most traitors broke through gaps, retreating in disarray. Vehicles sped away, leaving gear behind. But some weren't lucky. Norbata troops rounded up stragglers, cuffs snapping on wrists. Others lay still, casualties of the fight.

As smoke cleared, the battlefield fell quiet. Traitors had lost badly, their siege shattered.

Astrid stepped out from the gates, her fighters flanking her. Norbata forces approached cautiously. At their head was a tall woman with sharp features and a military's insignia. "Astrid," she said, voice steady. "It's been a while."

Astrid tensed, then relaxed. "Olivia. Norbata's comissioner herself. Didn't expect you to come personally."

Olivia smiled faintly. "We heard the distress calls. Couldn't let the traitors wipe out one of the last free holds. But we need to talk. About alliances. And your powers."

Astrid nodded, glancing at her bandaged hand. "Yeah. We do."

The two women faced each other amid the ruins, the weight of the battle hanging in the air.