Plum, with her raven hair cascading down like a curtain, was perched on top of him, her lips pressed firmly against his neck. The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and a peculiar kind of thrill that Burajiru couldn't quite decipher.
As Plum bit into his neck, drawing out his abi, Burajiru felt a rush of sensations. His heart raced, pounding in his chest like a drum, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He tried to rationalize the experience, thinking, "This isn't so bad, right? I mean, it doesn't really hurt. It's just abi." Despite his attempt at nonchalance, he couldn't ignore the intensity of the moment.
With his body pinned beneath Plum, Burajiru found himself daydreaming. His mind wandered to the feel of her body against his, the soft curves and the unexpected thickness that made her feel so solid and real.
His hands, almost of their own accord, reached up to grab onto her love handles. "Wow, she's actually really thick," he thought to himself, a silly grin spreading across his face. "My girlfriend is a baddie."
Burajiru shifted his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of Plum's face, but her hair obscured his view. He couldn't see her expression, which only added to the surreal nature of the encounter. "I think that should be enough," he managed to say, his voice slightly shaky.
But as he tried to sit up, Plum pinned him down with startling strength, her growl low and dangerous. Her lion tail wagged slowly. Burajiru's body reacted and his head began shifting into a dog, then a cat, then a dinosaur, then a red bear. The sensation was breathtaking.
Suddenly, the sensation changed. The abi drain shifted, and Plum began to suck more aggressively on his neck. Burajiru let out a comical yelp, "Hey, Plum, don't get carried away, or you're gonna be late for finals!" He tried to keep his tone light, but there was an undercurrent of urgency in his words.
Plum sat up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That was so good," she purred, her voice laced with contentment.
As she spoke, her nails grew longer and sharper, gleaming in the dim light of the room. "Wow, I feel 10x stronger than last week," she added, her eyes sparkling with newfound power.
Burajiru blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and pride. "Well, what can I say? My abi is like no other," he replied, trying to maintain a casual demeanor despite the intensity of the situation.
Plum quickly got dressed, her movements fluid and graceful. "By the way, how come it doesn't feel like your abi ever runs out?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Burajiru shrugged, "It does, just takes a lot for it to run out, I think." he explained, his tone unsure.
Burajiru shifted his weight, his voice barely a whisper. "What does your abi taste like?"
A slow, sinister grin spread across Plum's face. "Want to find out?"
Heat crept up Burajiru's neck. "Um, sure?"
"Ohh," Plum purred, her voice a low hum, "but I don't want to be late."
Burajiru's gaze dropped to the floor. "Yeah, definitely don't be late."
Plum's grin sharpened, becoming both sinister and deeply seductive. "But considering I am the strongest honor student, I guess I could show up fifteen minutes late."
Lost in a daze, Burajiru didn't notice the soft rustle of fabric. When he finally opened his eyes, Plum stood before him, her t-shirt and bra discarded on the floor. He was stunned, not with the shock of seeing a naked body for the first time.
Plum flinched.
"What?"
A pause. "You don't like my breast." she felt shame.
"...It's not like the movies, alright? I'm bigger. Stuff hangs a little."
She rushed to grab her shirt, her insecurity flooding the room.
Before her fingers could touch the cotton, he said gently but commanding "Come here." Plum hesitantly walked to him, it was no more than 5 steps, she blushed furiously, avoiding his gaze and covering herself with her free hand. He carefully separated her fingers, his touch tender. A soft smile touched his lips. "You're absolutely stunning. Your body is like something galactic."
Plum blushed. "Galactic?"
Burajiru nodded, his eyes tracing her form. "Celestial clouds." He placed his hands on her hips, hovering over her soft curves as if mapping a constellation. Plum's nervousness was a palpable thing; her heart raced a frantic rhythm against her ribs. No man had ever made her feel this way, this exposed, this... worshipped.
She lay back on the bed, and Burajiru moved over her. Plum's lips shivered, parted slightly in anticipation. Burajiru pressed a single finger to them, silencing her trembles, then replaced his finger with a gentle, lingering kiss. "Don't ever be ashamed about your body, curves, folds, it's all normal, don't compare yourself to Dragon Hive magazines, those are heavily managed by men with agendas."
Plum "Thank you." she smiled.
"Can I taste your abi now?"
Plum didn't say a word. She just nodded, her eyes wide and innocent. The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their encounter still lingering in the air. Burajiru put his hands around her breast, and the rest was history.
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The training hall was vast and cold, its steel walls lined with inactive weapon systems and observation platforms high above.
Commander Marza stood at the center of the room. She counted the Honor students and quickly realized Plum was missing. Even Xiu glanced over to notice her absence.
Her presence alone quieted the space.
Before her stood the honor students:
Einstera, Morpher
Xiu, Amazon
Roxer, Hammerian
Jaja, Herculean
Marza folded her arms.
"You've all had more than enough time to prepare," she said. "The Black-Ops finals will test your speed, power, endurance, and battle intelligence."
Her eyes swept over them.
"All candidates must score above eighty percent."
Xiu raised a hand. "I'm more of a seventy-five girl."
Roxer turned toward her, unimpressed. "You're an Amazon. I expect nothing less than eighty."
Xiu gasped. "Oh my god. He spoke to me."
Einstera groaned. "Please don't encourage him."
Marza didn't smile.
"Listen carefully," she said. "In one week, you will be deployed beyond the Iron Wall."
The room stiffened.
The door slammed open, all heads turned to and Plum, she rushed over "I'm here!"
Plum Avastma Grimmer
Marza smiled "Better late then never Scytherian."
Marza continued "You are entering the belly of the beast. The war may be nearing its end, but the land beyond is still flooded with parasites."
Plum "Commander Marza, may I ask something?"
Marza nodded. "Quickly."
"Is this the first unit ever sent beyond the Iron Wall?"
The silence that followed was heavy.
"...Yes," Marza answered.
She didn't elaborate at first.
"Years ago, Black-Ops were meant to assist the surface world directly," she continued. "But the parasite numbers were overwhelming. Too many. Too fast."
Her voice remained steady.
"Over time, surface forces regained enough technological advantage to launch long-range warships. That allowed them to thin parasite populations without risking Dragon Hive directly."
Roxer crossed his arms, smirking. "Meaning we already won."
Marza looked at him. "Meaning you're being deployed only if the war is truly ending."
She stepped forward.
"You are not conquerors. You are containment. Cleanup. Protection."
Her gaze hardened.
"If you are not ready, you will not pass. And if you do not pass—"
She paused.
"That would be very bad for Dragon Hive."
Xiu swallowed. "What if... all of us fail?"
"That," Marza said, "will not be an option."
Jaja laughed confidently. "That will never happen. History proves it. The Brothers Trinity and Sisters Trinity can do anything together."
Roxer glanced at Plum. "See? Fate."
Plum didn't look at him. "Not in a million years, but I'll let you men tell your distorted view of history"
Marza clapped once.
"That's enough chit chat. The finals begin now."
The floor beneath them shifted.
"HOLD YOUR POSITIONS."
Test One: Speed
The training hall dissolved into a simulated track field, wide, uneven, layered with rising platforms, collapsing ground, and moving obstacles.
"This is not a straight course," Marza's voice echoed. "Adapt."
The signal sounded.
They launched forward.
Xiu sprinted hard, muscles burning as shifting barriers forced her to leap and climb. She cursed under her breath. "I hate obstacle courses."
Einstera flowed.
Her body warped mid-run, legs lengthening, joints shifting, slipping through gaps and rebounding off walls with inhuman precision.
She crossed first.
Plum followed close behind, moving low and fast, scythe folded tight against her back as her feet barely touched the ground.
Roxer thundered through obstacles, smashing instead of dodging, but lost time to debris and recovery.
Jaja powered forward with brute force, but the uneven terrain slowed him more than expected.
The results flashed overhead:
1st — Einstera
2nd — Plum
3rd — Roxer
4th — Xiu
5th — Jaja
Roxer stared at the ranking.
"...Third?"
Jaja scowled. "Speed is overrated."
Marza didn't respond.
She gestured forward.
Test Two: Power
The arena shifted again.
Massive combat drones rose from the floor, thick armor, reinforced joints, glowing cores.
Roxer stepped forward, cracking his neck.
"This," he said confidently, "is what Hammerians were born for."
He summoned his hammer.
"Watch and learn."
End Chapter.