Chapter 91: A Beautiful Monster’s Defeat
It would not be a lie to say Ayla was defeated this time. Kenji had completely overpowered her during sex with new methods that she had no idea how he had learned.
Lying on the stone ground of the scouting tower with her soft upper body resting on his muscular thighs, Ayla glared at the audacious man.
Her small hand wrapped tightly around his still-erect member, slowly stroking the firm length back and forth.
Kenji wore the same calm, stoic smile on his face. However, his skin was a deep red color because of the new, intense stimulation she was currently giving him.
He looked down at her with a mixture of pride and genuine affection.
"You lost this time," he said, letting out a soft laugh that vibrated against her skin.
Ayla narrowed her golden eyes playfully. She suddenly increased the pressure on his penis, giving it a sharp squeeze that made him gasp in mock horror.
"That’s cheating," he protested, showing a fake, hurt expression on his handsome face.
Ayla rolled her eyes inwardly. She knew the pinch did not actually hurt him at all. With his physical stats and the conditioning he had gained from brutal loops of death, a small squeeze from her hands was nothing.
He was totally acting right now. He was being a dramatic queen, trying to make her feel like she had done something wrong.
She ignored his fake complaints and continued pulling his foreskin up and down with a steady rhythm. The remnants of their intense sex session glittered brightly on his skin under the dim light of the tower windows.
A mixture of her wet love juices and his white cum dotted the length of his shaft.
Ayla decided she could not let him have the final victory today. She lowered her mouth toward the tip of his penis, parting her lips wide. She took the thick head into her mouth, using her warm tongue to swirl around the sensitive rim.
A small, genuine cry of pleasure escaped Kenji’s throat as his fingers dug into the stone floor behind him.
Still, Ayla knew that this simple action did not actually give him half the overwhelming experience he had just given her during their anal and vaginal sex.
She wanted to push him over the edge. She tried her absolute best to give him the maximum amount of pleasure possible.
She widened her throat, suppressing her natural human gag reflex, and pushed his entire hard dick deep into her throat.
She moved her head up and down aggressively, using the wet friction of her mouth to worship his length until his entire body began to tremble under her touch.
An hour later, the intense heat inside the scouting tower finally cooled down.
Ayla and Kenji were lying together on a soft pile of tattered uniforms that they had pulled from the corner of the room. Both of them were completely naked now.
Ayla’s small head was resting comfortably on his thick, muscular bicep. Her silver hair spilled over his arm like a sheet of silk. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell with a very even, peaceful breath.
To any normal observer, she looked like a helpless, beautiful girl sleeping after a long night. But inwardly, her light blue soul core was humming with massive power, stabilizing the energy she had harvested from the forest.
Kenji’s gaze was fixed on the wooden ceiling of the tower, looking through a small crack toward the gray morning sky outside. His expression was deeply melancholic. The usual clinical, sharp luster in his hazel eyes had softened into a dark, heavy cloud of deep thought.
The terrifying words of the giant, molten orange eyes still echoed inside his mind.
"I am her father..."
Kenji stared at the sky, his jaw clenching tightly. He tried his absolute best to block the heavy thoughts that were currently appearing in his mind. He used his mental willpower to lock those concepts away in the deepest corner of his brain.
He absolutely never wanted Ayla to hear them. He had to keep his mind completely blank and silent to protect her from the truth.
He looked down at her peaceful face. If that cosmic entity, the Weaver, was truly her biological father, then what did that make Ayla?
Kenji never doubted the Weaver, because he knew what it said was truth. His bone fragment had shown that.
What was the true nature of the mimic slime he had picked up in the tunnel?
The entity had said that their very convergence was a catastrophic error that broke the primary architecture of the loops.
Kenji let out a very low, silent breath through his nose. He did not care about the architecture of the Spire, and he did not care about what the creators of this world had planned.
But the idea that his very presence beside her could one day lead to her permanent destruction or corruption was a thought that sent a cold shiver through his soul.
He had spent multiple loops dying in agony just to find a path to power up. He had finally found someone who belonged entirely to him, a monster who loved him enough to tear through a cosmic void to save his soul.
He refused to let a script or a cosmic parent dictate their ending.
"Kenji..." Ayla murmured in her sleep, her body shifting slightly on the pile of clothes. She snuggled closer to his torso, her warm breath hitting his ribs.
She didn’t open her eyes, but her hand instinctively reached up to feel his chest, checking to make sure his heart was still beating at its normal pace.
Kenji immediately relaxed his muscles. He cleared his mind, turning his internal thoughts into an absolute sheet of quiet white noise. He did not want even a single ripple of his anxiety or sorrow to leak out into her sensory matrix.
"I’m here," he whispered softly, his hand dropping down to gently stroke her silver hair. "Go back to sleep."
"You are thinking about something bad," Ayla muttered, her voice incredibly groggy but firm. She was incredibly sensitive.
Even though Kenji was doing an excellent job of blocking his direct thoughts, the slight drop in his emotional temperature was still noticeable to her.
"The Weaver... whatever it said was a lie."
Kenji’s finger paused in her hair for a split second before resuming its gentle motion. He kept his face completely expressionless.
"I know," Kenji lied smoothly, his voice completely calm. "It was just a bunch of fake stories to try and scare me. The entity wanted me to leave you because our loops are disrupting its control over us. It knows we are getting too strong for the system to handle."
Ayla opened one golden eye, staring up at his chin. She looked at him for a long time, trying to read the deeper layers of his mind, but Kenji’s mental walls were completely solid. He was an absolute master of keeping his secrets hidden when he wanted to protect something.
"If that thing comes back, I will eat its web again," Ayla said seriously, her teeth clicking together in a tiny, predatory snap. "I don’t care who it thinks it is. You are my man. Nobody can tell you to leave."
A small, genuine smile finally broke through Kenji’s melancholic expression. He leaned his head down and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, holding her naked body tightly against his chest.
"I know," Kenji whispered against her skin. "Nobody can separate us."
Outside the scouting tower, the heavy scent of blood still hung over the dead plaza. The morning sun was slowly rising over the horizon, casting a bright, golden light over the thousands of lifeless bodies scattered across the southern sector.
The silence was absolute, but both of them knew that this quiet moment would not last for long. The elite second-year senior battalions were still returning from their wasteland expedition.
The high tower of the Supreme Beast Academy would soon notice that its entire first-year class and ten thousand city guards had been completely annihilated within a single night.
Kenji kept his eyes fixed on the door, his hand still stroking Ayla’s hair. He had to figure out their next move before the simulation attempted to force a hard test again.
But for now, in this small, hidden room, he simply allowed himself to enjoy the warm weight of the beautiful monster resting on his chest.
