Chapter 1401: Intermission 3: Ayuru’s Awakening (11)

I took a deep breath and stayed still for a second before finally pulling my cock out of her.

The moment I did, the semen I had released inside her slowly spilled out of her vagina, dripping downward in thick trails before sliding along her thighs. The sight was honestly a little obscene. Warm liquid clung to her pale skin while the rest continued leaking out little by little, almost like her body still hadn’t fully processed what we had just done.

"Did that feel good?" I asked her.

Ayuru blinked slowly.

For a moment, she looked genuinely confused. Her usual expressionless face stayed mostly unchanged, but there was still a faint sense of uncertainty in her eyes, like she was trying to organize feelings she had never experienced before. It almost looked like her brain was lagging behind her body.

"I don’t really know," she answered quietly. "It feels good. It really does. But at the same time, I don’t think I’ve gotten used to the feeling enough to know if it’s really that great."

Honestly, that answer made perfect sense.

Ayuru barely understood emotions properly in the first place, let alone pleasure. Someone like her probably couldn’t immediately separate physical instinct from emotional satisfaction. She was still trying to understand whether what she felt was pleasure, excitement, curiosity, or just her body reacting automatically.

Meanwhile, I was standing there trying not to laugh at how seriously she was analyzing sex like it was some scientific experiment.

"Well, fair enough," I muttered.

Her eyes shifted toward me again.

"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.

She nodded almost immediately.

There wasn’t even a second of hesitation there.

That alone was probably enough of an answer.

With that, I gently moved her onto the bed properly before climbing over her again. The mattress dipped under our combined weight, the soft creaking sound filling the quiet room for a brief moment before I started moving again.

I pressed my body tightly against hers while slowly fucking her.

The warmth of her skin spread across my entire body. Her figure felt absurdly soft against me, almost delicate in a way that didn’t feel completely real. Her vagina tightened around my cock with this wet, smooth pressure that honestly made it difficult to focus on anything else.

She really felt way too good.

There were moments where I genuinely wondered if her body had been intentionally crafted to feel this perfect. The softness of her waist, the smoothness of her thighs, the warmth wrapped around me every time I pushed inside her deeper, all of it felt almost unfair.

Then again, I didn’t care enough to waste time thinking about details like that.

I just kept fucking her.

Her expression barely changed the entire time. She still looked calm, almost emotionless on the surface, which honestly made the contrast even more ridiculous because her body reacted completely differently.

Her vagina was unbelievably wet.

At this point, there barely felt like there was any resistance at all whenever I thrust into her. The slick sounds filling the room became louder with each movement, and the heat around my cock only kept getting stronger. Meanwhile, her breasts bounced lightly every time my hips slammed against hers, moving naturally along with the rhythm.

It honestly felt almost hypnotic after a while.

The room itself had gone mostly quiet aside from our breathing, the creaking bed, and the repeated sounds of skin hitting skin. Sweat slowly gathered across both of our bodies from the constant movement, making the heat between us even harder to ignore.

Ayuru still looked mostly expressionless through all of it, though there were tiny reactions slipping through now. Slight changes in breathing. Small twitches in her body. Tiny shifts in her eyes whenever I thrust particularly deep.

It was subtle.

Still obvious enough if you paid attention.

Eventually, I leaned down and kissed her.

The moment our lips touched, she immediately responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth without hesitation. Honestly, for someone who barely understood pleasure properly, she adapted frighteningly fast. At this rate, she’d probably speedrun understanding intimacy before understanding basic social interaction.

Our bodies pressed even closer together after that.

There barely felt like there was any space left between us anymore. Her chest stayed firmly against mine while my lower body remained completely connected with hers. The warmth between us only kept building the longer we stayed like that.

I continued thrusting into her while kissing her deeply, and the room gradually filled with heavier breathing and wet sounds that echoed softly against the walls.

After cumming inside her multiple times, I finally slowed down.

Even then, Ayuru’s face still carried that same blank expression she always had. Still, there was only so much someone could hide after getting fucked repeatedly. Her appearance had become visibly more debauched by now.

Her lips looked wetter and slightly swollen from kissing. Her breathing had grown heavier. Semen slowly leaked down from between her thighs again while her body remained limp against the bed.

Despite her expressionless face, the overall image was honestly shameless.

***

After having sex, Ayuru went back inside me.

Yeah, saying it like that sounded incredibly weird out of context.

What actually happened was that she returned to her original form before dissolving back into me, almost like turning into mana itself. Still, her existence felt completely different from ordinary mana. Mine felt natural and stable.

Hers felt heavier.

Sharper.

Almost alive in a strange way.

Soon after, I found myself back inside the training room again.

Several mechs were already moving toward me. Heavy metallic footsteps echoed throughout the massive space while their mechanical bodies adjusted position one after another.

These mechs had originally been designed as training partners for me, though calling them "partners" felt a little generous at this point.

Training dummies was probably the more accurate term.

The Leonamon had been continuously improving them over time, increasing both their durability and combat capabilities little by little. The engineers working under the company were honestly terrifyingly talented too. Most people probably wouldn’t even understand half the technology being used inside these machines.

Still, there was a limit.

Even if all those talented women combined their intelligence together, I honestly doubted they could fully keep up with how quickly I adapted during combat. My growth speed had become ridiculous at this point.

Though honestly, I didn’t really want to underestimate them either.

People got scary when they were motivated enough.

Besides, even if these mechs still weren’t on my level, they were already strong enough to overwhelm most fighters easily. Their physical abilities were slightly below ogres, and ogres themselves were already monsters.

The mechs rushed toward me.

Their speed was fast enough to blur slightly, metal limbs cutting through the air while the ground shook under their weight.

From my perspective, though, everything still felt manageable.

Their movements were predictable.

Slow.

Almost painfully slow.

By the time they closed the distance, I barely even felt threatened enough to prepare seriously.

One mech swung toward me.

I casually stepped aside.

Another rushed from the opposite direction.

Too slow.

I reached forward and grabbed the air itself.

Purple mana immediately gathered around my arm, swirling violently as energy condensed around my hand. The pressure in the room shifted instantly, and then Ayuru appeared.

Right now, Ayuru had become absurdly powerful as a Cursed Sword.

After gaining the dragon transformation power-up from having sex with Veronica, combining that with Ayuru’s abilities honestly made my current setup feel ridiculously unbalanced.

A transforming dragon user wielding a broken Cursed Sword?

Yeah, that sounded fair. Totally balanced. Absolutely no issues there.

I swung Ayuru once.

From an outside perspective, people probably wouldn’t even realize I had moved. My slash was too fast to properly follow. To most people, it would probably just look like I stood there holding a sword while the mechs randomly exploded apart afterward.

A slight delay passed.

Then the slashes landed.

The mechs split apart cleanly.

Metal bodies were sliced through like butter, their massive frames collapsing onto the floor in broken pieces while sparks burst into the air. Several delayed cuts appeared across the room almost simultaneously, carving through steel with terrifying precision.

The destruction echoed loudly throughout the training area before silence settled back in.

I stared at the ruined machines for a moment before smiling slightly.

Ayuru had seriously boosted my strength by an insane amount.