He stumbled on his feet and scurried like a rat toward the weaponry entrance though he kept his ears sharp.

Lyra turned back to her position, her posture turning stiff, and suddenly her breathing hitched...

A wave of unnatural heat surged through her lower body... Her knees buckled slightly, and her eyes widened in pure shock.

Beneath her uniform a sudden warm dampness began to spread slowly. It had been years...nearly a decade since she felt a sensation like this. Her body was reacting as if she were being attacked...

"Ahnn..."

A deep, moan escaped her mouth, a quiet moan thats barely audible...

’W-whats... happening to me?...why I am suddenly acting like these...ahnn..’

The moan escaped in her mouth again..and her face flushed a deep crimson, and she had to lean against the stone wall to keep from collapsing. Her mind was a swirling into confusion and sudden desperate lust....

Quinn didn’t look back. He slipped through the heavy doors of the weaponry, his heart racing with triumph.

Stage one was a success. He had planted the seed of desire in the thicc Tier 3 Elite Milf!

Now, all he need to do was find a way to finish the job before the sun rose! 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

*****

Quinn could only marvel at the sight before him. Countless weapons were placed randomly throughout the massive chamber, swords, sabers, greatswords, katanas, jians, halberds, and many more.

He didn’t even recognize the names of most of the weapons, but is not here to appreciate the weapns.

Quinn knew he couldn’t risk experimenting with a new fighting style now.

His life depended on it!

’Better use the type of weapon the previous Quinn used’ he thought, while navigating through the piles of metal until he reached the sword quarters.

Blades of every length and shape were presented, but Quinn didn’t delay.

He selected a straight sword roughly one meter in length an appropriate size for his height and lean build.

However, as he inspected the rack, his excitement died... Though they are made made of steel, most of the them were already rusted...a shitty weapon really.

"Well, this is shitty for sure," Quinn grumbled, testing the edge of a dull blade.

"Even if they give us weapons, they’re half-broken. The durability on this thing is a joke." Followed by a cursed he can only hear...

He complained, but he knew beggars especially slaves...couldn’t be choosers.

He took the best of the lot and walked out.

As long as he had a piece of rusted metal in his hand, its better than nothing, because his life depended on it!

When he exited back into the hallway, he was surprised to find the post were the busty Milf was empty.

The Milf was gone!

"Shit! Maybe I was wrong. I guess I’m back to zero... Hell!"

Quinn had half-expected his skill to work like an instant magic spell, pulling her to him immediately but only meet with disappointment.

Feeling a sting of disappointment, he began the long walk back to his cell. Quinn didn’t even consider using the sword to escape, he still remembered the memories of the previous owner all too clearly, although it’s is not good it cant be said that it is all worst...better than nothing.

The heavy metal cuff around his neck wasn’t just a symbol...it was a bomb!

Well not literally bombs back in Earth, but maybe it will explode right?

If he moved into a restricted zone without permission, his head would simply be erased from his shoulders.

***

Back in his room, Quinn didn’t waste a second as he began swinging the rusted sword, the sound of whistling metal echoing off the damp stone walls.

He didn’t believe in miracles, and he despised gambling with his life, so he can only train until his muscles burned and screamed.

He practiced stabs, slashes, and cleaves, even practicing the balance of the blade for a desperate throw.

After several agonizing hours, he finally stopped, gasping for air. He couldn’t afford to exhaust himself completely before tomorrow.

"Hah... hah... I hope I can survive tomorrow...why I am taking another battle anyways!?" he panted, leaning his body against the cold, wet wall. Also complaining his tough luck..

"I hope the system isn’t just pulling my leg about that death penalty."

He sat there in the dark, his mind wandering

. "I don’t know what happened to that MILF, but god, I’d love to fondle her, before the end comes." While dreaming...

Dreaming wasn’t a sin, especially for a man on death row like him!

A sudden knock on his door jerked him out of his thoughts.

He didn’t move, the guards could open the door whenever they pleased anyway.

He remained in his corner, clutching the hilt of his sword.

The heavy door creaked open, and Quinn’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Standing there, looking flushed and breathing heavily, was Lyra.

"Rat... follow me..." she said. Her voice was strained, and she was shifting her weight from side to side, her hips moving in an uncomfortable, restless rhythm.

Quinn obeyed without a single question. Maybe a miracle did happen after all....!

His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but he snuffed them out, focusing on the sway of her ass as he followed a few paces behind.

Every few steps, Lyra would hitch her stride, her thighs pressing together as if she were trying to hold back a something...

After ten minutes of navigating through a labyrinth of corridors that left Quinn completely disoriented, they arrived at a sturdy wooden door.

Lyra Baneford...was etched into a small plate on the frame.

She opened the door and gestured for him to enter.

Quinn stepped inside and was momentarily stunned by the luxury. Unlike the shit-stained pit he called a room, this place was spacious, filled with plush furniture and the scent of expensive oils.

It was a palace compared to the slave quarters.

"Don’t... waste... my time. Enter" she choked out, her hand flying to her mouth as if to stifle a sound...