CHAPTER 32: ASSERTIVE FEMALE (18+)

The morning light filtered through the greenish leaves with caution, as if the world hesitated to begin another day. The makeshift camp still smelled of damp earth, exposed roots, and residual tension. Each breath seemed loaded with unspoken decisions. And, as always, Eren Vale was already awake long before any other sign of life.

Sitting on a smooth stone, legs crossed, elbow resting on his knee, and chin firm on interlaced fingers, he stared at the invisible interface that only he could see.

[Group: 3 Active Bonds]

[Shared Status: 75% Maximum Efficiency]

[Composition: Slime (Nyssa), Lycanthrope (Kaela), Arachne (Morwynn)]

"This composition... works. But barely."

He squinted, mentally projecting combat scenarios.

Nyssa.

"Good at support. Excellent regeneration, versatile alchemical properties. Can corrode materials. Can sustain allies with warmth, moisture, base energy. But... offensively? Nothing. She just melts enemies slowly. Slowly."

A mental image formed of an opponent jumping back, escaping from a burning slime.

Eren frowned.

"What if the enemy has some unstable property? Explosive? What if someone — or I myself — have a condensed magical artifact and she decides to touch it?"

He didn’t finish the sentence. But the consequence was clear: Nyssa is not fit for the front line.

Kaela, on the other hand, was the opposite.

"Excellent in physical combat. Absurd strength. Sharp speed and senses. Instinctive reaction. But... no calculation. No strategy. When in rage, she’s unpredictable. Sometimes she advances too much. Other times she ignores important targets on impulse."

Eren sighed.

"She’s like a long knife in a small room: powerful, but dangerous even to the one wielding it."

Then there was Morwynn.

The spider.

"Versatile. Ranged offense. Traps. Defense through webbing and tactical vision. Quick communication, analytical mind. But... fragile. A single strong blow and she turns to dust."

An area conjuration or a direct attack and...

"She becomes a problem. Or a loss."

Eren scratched his chin. His brain seemed to boil in search of the perfect synergy.

[New Personal Objective: Maximize Group Tactical Efficiency]

[Progress: 7%]

[Suggestion: Affinity Combinations Unlock Group Techniques]

"Combinations, huh..."

He didn’t say it out loud, but a possibility tempted him. If each bond was a piece... maybe the glue that would unite them all was missing.

But at that moment, something made him turn his face: Nyssa.

The slime had awakened with her customary bubbling yawn. Her semi-liquid form shimmered as it molded into something resembling a girl with delicate features and large eyes. The core, hidden beneath translucent layers, glowed softly with pale blue tones.

She noticed Eren from afar, gave a little smile... but didn’t call out to him.

Instead, a shadow descended from the trees, landing beside her without a sound.

Morwynn.

The spider folded her legs gently, as if she was constantly in reverence to the ground. Her black and silver hair fell like silk over her slender shoulders. Her eyes, multiple and subtle, focused directly on Nyssa.

"Good morning, little core," she said, with that theatrical and almost affectionate tone.

Nyssa looked surprised but smiled, unsure how to react.

"G-Good morning... Morwynn...?"

"I was watching you yesterday," said the spider, sitting cross-legged on the ground, mirroring Eren’s pose. "You have good instincts... but few teeth."

The slime blinked.

"T-Teeth?"

"Strength. Impact. The will to pierce, not just envelop. You’re useful. But not dangerous."

That last sentence fell like an invisible weight on Nyssa.

She lowered her head for a few seconds, until her body began to bubble involuntarily.

"I... I know that. I... just wanted to be more useful. To be someone the master looked at with pride."

Morwynn tilted her head.

"You wish to be more for him?"

Nyssa nodded.

"I want... to protect too. I want to really help him. Not just... warm the ground or carry potions inside me..."

The spider smiled, this time with less irony.

"Then I will train you."

Nyssa’s eyes widened. Literally — they almost dissolved in surprise.

"T-Train...?"

"I’m made of webs and patterns. You’re made of fluid and energy. We’re more alike than you think. And... no one understands fragility better than I do." She extended a hand with long, black fingers. "Do you want to learn to hurt?"

Nyssa hesitated. She glanced at Eren — who, although pretending not to pay attention, was clearly observing everything from the corner of his eye.

And then, with a smooth movement, Nyssa held the spider’s hand.

"I do."

[New Sub-Quest: Combat Training | Nyssa + Morwynn]

[Estimated Time: 48 hours of passive training]

[Reward: New joint skill – Secret Spines (long-range corrosive attack)]

Eren closed his eyes, satisfied. He didn’t smile. But he approved in silence.

"Maybe... just maybe... this will work."

And, for the first time, he felt that the imbalance among the three might be what made the entire group unpredictable — and, therefore, dangerous.

The sound of wet thuds and fine snaps filled the air like a disjointed percussion — the kind of sound no one trained would want to hear on a battlefield. Eren heard from afar, but didn’t look.

Nyssa was firing small viscous projectiles at marked trunks, the controlled acids dancing in curved arcs, exploding in white clouds where they touched. Morwynn observed each mistake with clinical eyes, as if dissecting a wrong symphony note by note.

"Less arc. More tension in the shot. Imagine you’re pulling from within, from your core, not your skin," she said, with precise gestures and a firm voice. "Don’t spread. Focus."

Eren, his back to them, pretended to examine a strange root emerging from the ground — a magical excrescence, perhaps. But the truth was that his focus was entirely divided between each sound they made and each pause between the instructions.

They were progressing.

Too fast, perhaps.

"This spider is efficient," he thought, crossing his arms. "Nyssa never performed like this even after weeks by my side. She trusts her. Imitates her."

There was something uncomfortable about that realization. Not exactly jealousy — Eren wasn’t that naïve. But the loss of direct control. Having subordinates who thought and evolved on their own was... risky. Convenient, yes. But risky.

He was about to go back to examining the mental map he’d created in his interface when he felt the familiar heat of another presence. Not the gentle or quiet energy of Nyssa, nor the woven, meticulous one of Morwynn. This one was heavy. Hot. Almost possessive.

"Come with me," said Kaela.

It wasn’t an invitation. Or a suggestion.

Eren slowly turned his face. She was standing beside him, arms crossed, expression hard. Her posture upright, tail rigid, amber eyes holding not a single trace of doubt.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, knowing exactly what was wrong.

"We need to talk. Just the two of us."

"Then talk."

She shook her head.

"No. Somewhere no one’s listening."

"No one will hear us except Morwynn and Nyssa."

"Doesn’t matter." She turned without waiting for a reply. "Move."

Eren didn’t argue. He just followed.

The path was narrow, full of tangled roots and thick shadows. Kaela walked with long, deliberate strides, like someone who had already marked this terrain before. Maybe she had. When she finally stopped, they were in a natural hollow surrounded by high stones and hanging lichens — a kind of shelter carved by time, perfectly isolated.

She spun around. Her amber eyes were burning.

"No one will hear us here."

Eren crossed his arms.

Kaela moved in a single motion. Her open palms slammed against his chest, pushing him until his back hit the stone wall. The impact echoed through the small cave — but there was no pain.

She brought her face close to his. So close Eren could feel the heat of her wild, almost animal breath coming from her nostrils.

"You think Kaela’s stupid?"

"I wouldn’t describe you that way."

"Everyone around you wants a piece." Her voice was tense. "The slime trying to be useful. The spider trying to be clever." Kaela bared her teeth. "And you... pretending not to notice."

Eren raised an eyebrow, provocative.

"And what about you, Kaela?"

She growled. Literally.

"I want to remind you who came first."

Before he could respond, her lips crashed into his like a collision. Nothing gentle. Nothing slow. It was a kiss of dominance, urgency, pent-up frustration. Eren felt the pressure of her fangs scrape his lower lip, her hand grabbing the back of his neck like an invisible collar.

Kaela didn’t ask. Kaela took.

She pushed him to the ground with a single motion, mounting him like a beast over her prey. Her muscular body pinned his with the exact balance between aggression and restrained desire. The heat between them doubled the cave’s temperature, drowning out his senses.

For a moment, Eren heard only the beating of his heart. Then, his own instincts.

Kaela’s claws tore open his shirt without ceremony, exposing his chest. She licked one of the scars, like an animal marking its territory.

"You’re mine, Eren. Got that?"

She grinned, fangs on full display. And then, she began to move.

The rest of the night was made of raw motion, broken breaths, and silences loaded with old promises.

Kaela wasn’t made of sweetness. She didn’t give herself with hesitation. She dominated — as someone reclaiming what was rightfully hers. And Eren, for the first time, didn’t resist. Didn’t try to flip the game. He just felt.

She rode him with the force of long-repressed desire. Her firm, sculpted legs locked around his waist like living claws, pinning him to the cave floor. Her amber eyes glowed with raw lust and wounded pride, like a she-wolf finally claiming what was hers.

The heat of her skin pulsed wildly, every drop of sweat a vital sign of her animal instinct.

Kaela leaned forward, disheveled hair falling like a warm curtain over his face, and her teeth gripped his earlobe with just enough force to make him alert — but not enough to hurt.

"Don’t you dare pretend you don’t want me," she whispered. "You always have."

Before he could respond, she lowered her hips, slow and deliberate, until she brushed his erection with the hot entrance of her body. The friction was electric. Eren’s breath faltered.

She rubbed against him, slowly, as if marking him with her own body. The feeling of wet, hot skin shattered his focus.

Kaela was smiling. A toothy grin full of triumph.

"Feel that?" She rolled her hips, thighs pressing firmly against his sides. "It’s not just desire. It’s my mark."

Eren growled low, trying to keep control. But she didn’t give him space.

With every slide, every wet grind, she whispered something new — sometimes insults, sometimes promises. And when she finally took him in completely, it was all at once. A long breath escaped her, followed by a muffled moan into her own arm. The heat of penetration wrapped them like a live current.

She rode him with rhythmic brutality, absolute steadiness. Her breasts bounced with every motion, her bronzed skin shining with sweat, thigh muscles tightening like cords. With every rise, a scratch. With every drop, the slap of skin against skin.

Eren gripped her waist tightly, but didn’t dominate. She was the one in control. She led the night like a she-wolf in heat refusing to be ignored.

"Don’t think about anyone else," she growled through her teeth. "Only me."

Kaela’s moans were hoarse, imperfect, full of wildness. There was no melody — only intensity. When she leaned forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder with enough force to leave a mark, Eren understood that she didn’t just want him.

She needed it.

To be recognized. Claimed. To be part of him in a way no spider or slime ever could.

He pulled her closer, feeling the hairs on her nape stand on end, the rapid heartbeat against his chest. Their bodies fit together in a dance without delicacy, yet perfectly synchronized. Her breath in his ear was moist, warm, urgent.

With each thrust, the pressure increased. Kaela’s entrance sucked him in, enveloped him, marked him. The sound of the two of them—wet skin, dirty whispers, gasps—filled the cave like primal music. The scent of their excitement was too strong to ignore: iron, earth, heat, and instinct.

Eren felt the climax approaching, imminent like a wave about to engulf everything—but Kaela didn’t let him go easily. She felt every spasm, every involuntary tremor in his body, smiling like a predator savoring the prey’s despair. She slowed down deliberately, reducing the movements until almost stopping. Then she returned with a different rhythm—torturous, sinuous, almost tender—just enough to keep the fire burning without letting it ignite fully. With each internal contraction, each millimetrically measured pressure, she led him to the edge... and left him there.

"Not yet," she whispered through clenched teeth, with a look of dangerous triumph.

At some point, she stopped completely. Without getting off, she just rotated her hips, as if massaging him from the inside. The gesture was slow, intense, wet, and provocative. Her muscles squeezed him rhythmically, controlled—as if she were exploring him from within, cataloging reactions.

Kaela’s amber gaze burned amid the sweat and disheveled hair. Her eyes half-open, pupils dilated, lips parted with a lascivious sheen.

"Look at me when you come," she ordered, her voice rough with pleasure and command. "I want to see your face...."

Eren gasped for air as if emerging from underwater, his entire body tense, every muscle wanting to give in, yet still restrained. His hands gripped her buttocks firmly, fingers digging into the warm, firm flesh as if trying to claim something that was slipping away. For a moment, he thought he couldn’t take it anymore—and maybe that was the point.

Kaela smiled.

Then she moved again—deeper, firmer, with an explosive and merciless rhythm, as if everything held back until then was released in one voracious attack. Each thrust was a sentence.

Each moan, a confession. And finally, with a rapid and uncontrollable sequence of movements, the climax seized them violently—as if their bodies could no longer contain what had pulsed between them all along.

Kaela moaned loudly, arching her body backward, hands on his chest, her body trembling. Eren felt himself explode inside her, his body throbbing like a furnace that had been rekindled until it consumed the very metal.

They stayed glued together for a few seconds, bodies still in slight spasms, breaths uneven. Kaela collapsed onto him, hair sticking to her sweaty face. The smell of her skin—wild and alive—enveloped him like a memory hard to erase.

[Bond Updated: Kaela – 100% Affinity]

[Condition Unlocked: Full Alpha Instinct]

[New Title Obtained: Tamed by Loyal Beast]

[Shared Skill: Linked Fury – When Eren enters combat with Kaela by his side, both gain +15% in physical strength during the first 60 seconds]

Kaela adjusted herself on him, her face pressed against Eren’s sweaty neck. She was still panting, but now at a slower, more serene pace.

She lightly bit his clavicle, as if to say "well done."

There, among stones, sweat, and pulse, they were not just tamer and monster. They were two instincts, two wild wills intertwined. And now, more than ever, they were ready for whatever might come.