The training lasted for hours, yet Quinn felt as if time were slipping through his fingers.

He had lost all track of the day, consumed by the rhythm of his own movements.

"Hoh... if I were back on Earth, my strength would be enough to shatter a wall," he muttered, testing the weight of his fist.

"I’ve grown stronger just like that... but I know I’m still far from the real powerhouses here."

Surprisingly, despite the intensity of his workout, he didn’t feel any lingering strain and even with a short rest, his body would be completely rejuvenated.

The reason behind it was still unknown but Quinn already speculated that it was the help of his Exclusive skills...they sometimes act as passive skills, such as the Monstrous Cock that’s already intact.

Though he set aside that matter for now...as he got a pressing matter to tend first.

"Hmm, what should I do now? Distribute my points evenly or focus on a specific build?" Quinn weighed the pros and cons, trying to decide which path offered the most immediate benefits.

"I’ll focus on the other two first to balance things out."

Ting... ting... ting...

Without hesitation, he selected Endurance and Mana. He distributed 15 points into each, a decent distribution that bolstered his foundation while leaving a few points in reserve for unexpected scenarios.

The effect was immediate. He felt a wave of clarity and physical sturdiness wash over him.

The boost to Endurance made his constitution feel as solid as iron, while the Mana increase seemed to sharpen his cognitive functions.

It was logical...the greater the mana pool, the more expanded the mental capacity and vice versa... So if minded being is compared to a minded one, the sheer amount of the minded one can easily dominate....

Feeling refreshed, he immediately dove into another session of training.

***

Three days passed in a blur of sweat and grit.

Quinn didn’t slack for a single second, by the end of it, the thick stone walls of his cell were covered in fist-shaped dents.

He had turned his prison into a personal training room!

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!

The door groaned open. It was time for another battle...the endless, shitty cycle of a slave’s life.

Though he one standing in the doorway was Lyra, the cold persona one...

"Follow me... Rat," she said coldly.

Despite her icy tone, Quinn didn’t miss the subtle, restless shift in her posture.

She was clearly frustrated to her core, but she was professional enough to refrain from acting out while on work.

As usual, they walked toward the armory to select a weapon for the upcoming match.

His life would once again depend on a piece of sharpened metal.

"Pick your weapon... fast" she ordered, though her voice carried a lingering, heavy undertone.

Quinn nodded, eager to get this over with. He hadn’t forgotten their bet, and he was ready to reap his rewards.

Without waiting he snatched up the same style of sword he had used previously and stepped out.

"Follow... me," she said, noticing how quickly he had finished.

He followed her back to her private quarters. As the door clicked shut, Quinn let out a long breath. "Ahh... some fresh air at last." He spoke casually, momentarily forgetting he was supposed to be a slave.

Lyra didn’t scold him; instead, she let out a small giggle. The cold facade she wore in the hallways had completely evaporated.

’Fuck!! I really can’t control myself around this woman’

"Please, go ahead and spread your legs," Quinn said, deciding to be direct. "I know these last three days have been a very long period for you, even I felt loneliness you know..."

"Wh-what? How... did you know?" she stammered, her face flushing with shame.

It was true, no matter how she tried to pleasure herself while he was away, it couldn’t compare to the intensity of his touch, it’s just interely different when Quinn did it for her...

"Hehe... your ass was swaying like crazy while we were walking," Quinn said confidently..

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze. For a moment, silence hung in the air, but then she remembered the bet she had lost so terribly.

Lyra was a woman of her word, and it is time for her to paid what she owes...

"Before that... I need to give you your reward. I lost, after all."

"And... what service will that be?" Quinn asked, wanting to strike while the iron is still scorching hot!

"Sit on the sofa first," she ordered. Quinn obliged without hesitation.

She knelt before him and pulled down his pants, revealing the monstrous cock ...in all its glory.

Gulped... The deep sound of gulping came from Lyra’s mouth...

"Ahnn... so it really wasn’t a dream. It’s so big..." she moaned.

Lyra didn’t even seem to realize her own fingers were already drifting toward her pussy...

She is really pervert, but forcing to hide it...

"Now... what are you going to do for me?" Quinn asked.

Though...he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

Lyra leaned forward and began slowly licking the head of his cock.

Holy....is this thing even possible??!

’Arghnnn... I might go off right now! What is with that tongue?! This is too good!’ Quinn was forced to shout in his mind...the feeling of being surprised blowjob was really insane!!

Without hesitation, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his cock and began a slow, deliberate stroke....

"Ohh..." Quinn gasped.

He hadn’t expected the service to be a godly blowjob! Who would even expect anyway?!

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

His precum was already dripping, making her strokes even more erotic.

He leaned his head back, eyes fluttering as he felt the warmth of her mouth...even her tongue is doing the good job!

Lyra paused for a second, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"This... is my first time... doing this..." she whispered breathlessly while licking his cock non stop!

Then, she took deep breath!