Of course, it was Beatrix who volunteered quickly.
She licked her lips, spreading her thick thighs to reveal her dripping slit.
"Mmm, I think it's my turn. I want to feel that huge cock splitting my needy cunt in half. Please, fuck me hard and deep, make me your cock-drunk slut too!"
Ruby chimed in eagerly.
"Don't forget about me! I'm so fucking wet for you. I want you to bend me over and pound me till I can't even think!"
Kain walked over to the desk where Ruby was sitting, the head of his cock brushing against her wet, puffy lips.
"Sorry, Bee. I did promise Ruby she would be next, and didn't I finger you?"
Beatrix pouted briefly at the delay but nodded understandingly.
"You're right. I did get your fingers earlier. I'll eagerly wait for my turn. For now, I want to watch you utterly wreck Ruby!"
Kain turned back to Ruby, gripping her hair and pulling her head forward.
"Open wide. Get my cock nice and sloppy with your spit"
She nodded with a smug grin.
"Slurp Slurp~~"
As she obediently opened her mouth and sucked, he shoved his thick shaft past her lips, hitting the back of her throat.
He began to fuck her face, thrusting in and out, coating his cock in her saliva.
Pumping his hips faster, he shoved deep, holding her nose against his pubic bone as he forced her to deepthroat him.
"That's it, take it all like a good cocksucker. Gonna fucking use your throat, ruin it for anything but my dick"
Ruby gagged and choked around his thick meat, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes shone with lust, loving every second of being used so roughly.
He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, admiring her fucked-stupid expression and the strands of drool connecting her lips to his spit-shined cock.
"Such a good little cock warmer," he praised condescendingly, giving her cheek a patronizing pat.
He then grabbed her hips, flipping her around on the desk.
Ruby eagerly spread her legs, presenting her soaked, needy cunt to him.
"Mmm fuck, look at that hungry pussy," he rubbed the swollen head of his dick up and down her dripping slit teasingly.
Ruby whimpered and bucked her hips, trying to force him inside.
"Please, Kain… please fuck me hard with that huge cock! Want you to pound me stupid, fill me up, ruin me for anything but your perfect dick!"
SNAP!
He quickly grabbed her hips and slammed forward, burying his massive shaft to the hilt in Ruby's tight, clasping heat with one brutal thrust.
"FUCK YES!"
He hilted inside Ruby's spasming cunt.
He didn't give her any time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace, pounding into her hard and deep, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her ass with each powerful thrust.
Ruby screamed in ecstasy, back arching off the desk, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface.
Her pussy clenched and rippled around Kain's pistoning shaft, drawing him in deeper.
"HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
She wailed, tongue lolling out as she lost herself in the intense pleasure of being so thoroughly used.
Kain obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he absolutely railed her, grunting and snarling like a beast in rut.
The obscene wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their mutual moans of rapture filled the room.
He could feel Ruby's cunt starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning cock, knowing she was rapidly approaching her peak.
"That's it, cum on this fucking cock like a good little slut!" he growled, pounding into her harder, the desk shaking beneath them with the force of his thrusts.
"Squeeze this dick, milk it fucking dry as you scream for me!"
With a few more brutal, deep strokes, Ruby came undone.
Her pussy clamped down HARD, rhythmically squeezing Kain's cock as she squirted around him, femcum gushing out and splattering their thighs.
"FUCK, KAIN! CUMMING!!"
She shrieked, eyes rolling back, completely fucked stupid on his huge cock.
The vice-like grip of her cunt pushed Kain over the edge.
With one final thrust, he slammed in balls-deep one last time, unleashing a massive flood of hot, thick cum deep inside Ruby's spasming hole.
Her belly even started to swell slightly from the sheer volume.
He grinded against her, making sure every last drop was emptied deep inside her.
Finally spent, Kain pulled out with a gush of their combined juices, admiring his work.
Ruby's gaping, twitching hole leaking rivers of cum onto the desk.
He turned to Beatrix with a wicked grin.
"Mmm, you're next, Bee. Hope you're ready for a thorough fucking like our little slut here got"
Beatrix nodded as if she was in a trance, eyeing Kain's still rock-hard, cum-smeared cock hungrily.
She adjusted herself on the bed (yes, she pushed Alyssa aside).
Reaching back, she spread her cheeks, wiggling invitingly and her swollen, dripping pussy lips.
"P-please, I want you to absolutely wreck both my slutty holes, use me like a disposable fucktoy. Pound me till I can't fucking think straight!"
She begged shamelessly, wiggling her ass even more in.
"Stuff my cunt and ass full of your superior cum, make me your brainless cock-addicted whore!"
Kain nodded approvingly, grabbing her hips roughly.
He positioned his massive cockhead at her tight rosebud, pushing in just slightly before pulling back to slap the thick head against her drooling slit teasingly.
She pouted.
"K-kain… don't teas– Ahhh~"
With a sudden, brutal thrust, Kain speared his massive cock deep into Beatrix's tight, virgin asshole, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.
He was setting a hard, fast pace, pounding into her most intimate hole with animalistic intensity.
Beatrix wailed in pleasure and pain, eyes rolling back as her ass was brutally stretched and violated.
"OH GOD YES, SO FUCKING BIG!"
She pushed her ass back against him, meeting each powerful thrust, relishing the feeling of being so completely dominated and used.
The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and their mutual moans of depraved lust filled the room.
Kain reached around, mauling Beatrix's heavy tits, pinching and tugging at her stiff nipples as he railed her.
"Fuck, what a perfect cocksleeve. Do you love it? The feeling of me being everything?"
Beatrix could only manage garbled screams of pleasure, drool dripping down her chin as her mind started to go fuzzy from the intense anal pounding.
"Y-yesss, fuck, I love it! Love being Master's cock-drunk cumslut, love having my ass wrecked! Want, hnnng, want to be your perfect fucktoy forever!"
She clenched her ass rhythmically around his pistoning shaft, milking it eagerly.
Kain could feel his heavy balls tightening, the pressure building quickly after so much intense fucking.
"Fuck, gonna fill it with my seed!"
He pounded into her harder, grunting and snarling.
With one final, brutal thrust, Kain slammed balls-deep into Beatrix's spasming asshole, throwing his head back with a roar.
"FUCK, TAKE IT ALL!"
He exploded, pumping a massive, thick load of hot cum deep into her guts.
Jet of potent seed flooded her bowels as he ground against her ass, making sure every last drop was emptied inside her.
Beatrix shrieked in ecstasy, seeing stars, her pussy gushing and squirting around nothing as she came hard on Kain's cock alone.
"Y-YES, BREED ME, FILL ME Upppppp!"
Kain's potent sperm sloshed heavily in Beatrix's packed, twitching hole as he finally pulled out with a wet plop.
Rivers of pearly white jizz poured out of her gaping, ruined asshole, making an absolute mess of the bed.
Kain panted, admiring his work.
He turned to the other girls with a satisfied grin.
They were all knocked out.
The power of his dick was indeed very dangerous.
As he turned to get the cleaning tools, he heard a knock on his window.
He turned around very slowly, a bit of fear building up.
Lupa had once again climbed up to the tower to his room.
"Fuck… I forgot it was her mating week"
She opened his window and landed gracefully on the floor, golden eyes immediately locking onto Kain, pupils dilated with lust.
A low, continuous growl rumbled in her throat as she took a step towards him.
She looked at Beatrix, Ruby, and Alyssa, who all had a dumb, satisfied smile on their faces.
"You've been having fun without me, Kain. That's not nice..."
Her gaze raked over his body, covered in sweat.
His cum covered dick, still rock hard.
"But don't worry, I'll let you make it up to me. I need you, now. Need you to fill me, breed me, make me howl!"
Lupa started to strip off her minimal clothing eagerly.
Kain nodded.
"I totally agree… but why are you in your awakened form?"
Lupa let out a low chuckle.
"It's the only way to slightly overpowered you~"
Her tails wrapped around Kain's arms and legs.
"Fluff up my ears, Kain... I want to feel all of you…"
He shuddered as her tails coiled around him possessively, the intent clear.
He reached up, gently petting and caressing her long, sensitive ears just as she asked.
"Mmm, you naughty fox"
He teased, fingers tracing the soft fur and eliciting happy little trills from her.
Lupa arched into his touch, nuzzling against his hand.
"You love it when I'm naughty~"
She pressed her naked body against his, soft breasts pushing into his chest, damp heat rubbing against his still-rigid cock.
"Now stop teasing and take me. Mount me like the bitch in heat I am. Fuck me hard and deep until I'm dripping with your seed!"
[Skill: Overpower]
Kain easily broke the grasp of her tails, growling in lust.
He grabbed Lupa's hips roughly, spinning her around and bending her over his table.
He kicked her legs apart, exposing her soaked, needy pussy to his hungry gaze, giving her ass a hard smack.
"Nghhhh~"
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down Lupa's dripping slit, coating himself in her slick arousal.
Then with one brutal thrust, he hilted himself deep inside her, stretching her deliciously around his thick shaft.
"UNGH K-KAINNN!"
Lupa howled, pushing her hips back eagerly to meet his thrust.
"Sooooo Goood~~"
Kain slammed into Lupa with animalistic intensity, the desk shaking and creaking beneath them from the force of his thrusts.
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he railed her.
Obscene wet slaps and the lewd squelching of Lupa's greedy cunt being stirred filled the room.
Lupa could only hang on for dear life, drooling and howling mindlessly as her pussy was wrecked, the pleasure overwhelming her senses.
"YES, YES, MORE! BREAK ME, FILL ME!"
Her inner walls clenched and spasmed around Kain's pistoning shaft, trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Lupa's massive, heaving tits bounced wildly with each powerful thrust; she lost to the primal bliss of being so thoroughly used and dominated.
Kain could feel Lupa's pussy starting to flutter and quake around his plundering cock, knowing she was rapidly approaching her peak.
He shoved his fingers into her mouth, groaning as she suckled and licked them desperately, her tongue swirling around the digits.
"Mmm, yeah, you love the taste of Master, don't you slut? Fuck, I can feel this cunt getting tighter, gonna cum all over my fat cock like a good bitch?"
He punctuated his words with a particularly deep, grinding thrust, his balls slapping lewdly against her clit.
Lupa's howls grew louder and more frantic as her climax approached, drool dripping down her chin as she sucked Kain's fingers like a pacifier.
"Mmmphh yesss, cumming, cumming so hard on Master's big dick! Fill me, breed me, make me your cumpdump fucktoy!"
Her pussy clamped down HARD, rhythmically milking Kain's shaft as she squirted around him, femcum gushing out and splattering their thighs.
"FUCK KAIN, CUMMING!!"
With a gutter roar, Kain slammed balls-deep one final time as Lupa peaked, her cunt vice-tight around him.
"FUCK!!"
He exploded, painting her insides white with his thick seed.
Lupa screamed in ecstasy, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out as she was filled to the brim and then some with Kain's cum.
"YES, BREED ME MASTER!!"
Her cunt milked him for every last drop, greedy walls rippling along his shaft, as she passed out his table.
Kain panted heavily as he pulled his softening cock out of Lupa's thoroughly used and leaking hole.
He watched with satisfaction as she went limp, passing out on the table, her body marked with his scent and their combined juices.
"Fuck, that was intense," he muttered to himself, surveying the messy aftermath.
He glanced over at Beatrix, Ruby, and Alyssa, hoping they might be able to help clean up.
But one look at their drooling, fucked-stupid faces and he sighed in frustration.
"Well, shit, looks like I have to clean up once again," he grumbled.
3 Hours Later
Alyssa, Ruby, Beatrix, and Lupa finally stirred awake, dressed, and tangled under the covers of Kain's bed.
Despite everything they'd done to it, the sheets were pristine again, fluffed, tucked, scented faintly of lavender.
Only Kain would devastate a bed and reset it like nothing happened.
Waiting on the nightstand were four steaming mugs of coffee.
Ruby blinked first, rubbing her eyes.
"…When did Lupa get here?"
Beatrix stretched, cracking her back without shame as she handed cups around.
"Dunno. Probably climbed in when we passed out"
Alyssa snorted into her cup, still half-asleep.
"Accurate"
Lupa, now in her normal form, long red hair cascading down her back, slid off the bed and grabbed her mug, tail and ears wagging wildly.
Alyssa shot her a sleepy smile.
"Still… It's nice to see your red hair again, Lupa"
Lupa gave her a happy, muffled "Mm!" between sips.
That's when all three girls finally noticed—
Kain was standing near the mirror.
Buttoning a jet-black suit.
Tailored, clean, elegant.
Silver embroidery traced the edges like faint runes, catching the lamplight.
Ruby whistled low.
"Holy…"
Kain grinned, adjusting his cuffs.
Beatrix stepped closer, fingertips brushing the lapel.
"You dressed up just to beat him?"
Kain laughed, short, dark, warm.
"No. I dressed up because—"
An Hour Before
Kain was in the city, enjoying a nice cup of cherry-covered ice cream.
When his system flickered in front of him
[ System Notice | Special Event Triggered ]
[ Combat Victory Reward: ??? ]
[ Cost: Temporary Level Reset → Lv. 1 ]
[ Applies ONLY vs. Esme Jack ]
[ Accept? YES | NO ]
Kain took a nice spoonful, looking at it as if it were his final meal.
"Hmm… I should buy my funeral suit, just in case…"
Present Time
"Something like that"
Beatrix shook her head, not in annoyance or disbelief but because she knew he would do something like this.
"Hah… You bought a suit to kick his ass…"
Ruby stared at him.
"Kain… you absolute menace"
Lupa's tail wagged faster.
"So the fight is in 10 minutes… do you have a plan?"
Kain shrugged as he drank some beer he had hidden in his pocket.
"Avoid getting hit in the face… that's pretty much it"
Alyssa threw her head back, laughing.
"Well, we know you'll be fine either way, but… please be careful"
Beatrix cupped his cheek, voice soft but firm.
"At least let me test his skills before the actual fight"
Kain leaned in and kissed her palm.
"No. It has to be me"
Beatrix stared.
Ruby and Alyssa stared.
Lupa tilted her head.
"…Why," four voices answered in perfect unison.
Kain gave them his usual stupid, confident grin.
"Because I really, really want to kick his fucking ass"
Ruby stepped behind him and straightened his collar.
"That sounds like the Kain I know"
Alyssa wrapped her arms around him from behind, chin on his shoulder.
"You'd better win. I want victory sex!"
Lupa nodded enthusiastically.
"Victory sex!"
Beatrix chuckled, her eyes wet with tears from laughing.
"Yes, you'd better win!"
Kain slipped his hands into his pockets.
"Of course!"
He turned to them, eyes gleaming with something wicked, electric, alive.
"In fact—"
He lifted his wrist and checked the clock.
"It's almost time!"
Ruby smirked.
"Time to make an entrance?"
Kain's grin widened.
"Time to send Esme home crying"
He headed for the door.
The girls followed.
Lunch | The Training Ring
The arena smelled of sweat, hot steel, and anticipation.
Students packed the stands in tight rows, voices coiling into one huge, eager animal.
Even the sun looked like it was leaning in.
Kain walked into the ring like he'd been born on the center stone, slow, casual, hands in pockets.
The crowd hissed and cheered; half of them wanted blood, half wanted a show.
His girls filled the closest stands, an island of calm devotion amid the roar.
Across from him, Esme stood statue-still.
The air around him hummed, divinity coiled in him like a sleeping blade.
He wore the academy crest bright on his chest, jaw set, eyes burning with the same sunset orange that had been boring into Kain since the morning.
No words needed.
Esme was going to make his stand here, not for himself, but for Veronica.
The bell clanged.
Esme moved first.
Not a flurry, a measured, surgical series of strikes that spoke of training and discipline.
He opened with a straight right, clean, heavy, imbued with that quiet force that made the stone ring sing.
Kain tilted his head and stepped aside.
The punch slammed into empty air, the force ripping up a shallow gouge in the stone where Kain had just been.
A gasp surged through the crowd.
Esme didn't hesitate; he couldn't.
He followed with a low sweep that would have taken most men's knees out.
Kain hopped backward like it was a cheeky dance, one boot finding the rim of the nearest platform.
He used the momentum to flip over, landing with the grace of someone who treated gravity like a suggestion.
The suit didn't wrinkle.
"..."
Esme's next series was faster, angrier.
An arc of radiant slashes that left afterimages in the air.
Each blow carried weight.
Each strike connected with who it hit, but Kain wasn't the one most of them kissed.
He moved with animal cunning, parrying at the last millimeter with his gauntlet; the hits he took were designed to kill.
Sweat beaded at his temple but never broke his smirk.
He felt it.
He was getting tired, of course, he was; he was level 1 again while Esme barely left him any time to recover.
'Shit… I can't stop moving… not even for a second'
Esme aimed a heavy palm that thundered like a hammer.
The force lifted Kain off his feet, a real hit that sent the wind from his lungs.
'Argh!'
He hit the floor, chest stinging, a clean crack in his rib that sang unpleasantly.
The crowd inhaled.
For a beat, the ring smelled like iron and fear.
Here was Kain, the only S-Rank in the entire school, the hope, the dream of every student, who took a hit from an A-Rank.
That actually damaged him.
"Whoa… Esme is strong!"
"That's cool!"
"It should be impossible, though!"
"Shhh. It's not over yet!"
Veronica grasped her hands in hope.
Maybe Esme could win; he just landed a hit, and it worked!
But they heard it.
A small giggle.
Then, full-on laughter.
Kain rolled to one knee.
The suit had a new crease.
He straightened, spat a little blood, and rose.
"Cute," he drawled, voice silk and venom.
"You hit like a child"
The line landed like an insult and a dare.
Esme's jaw tightened.
That was the plan.
Make him angry.
Make him overreach.
Esme charged once again.
He unleashed something purer now: a halo of light that distorted the air, pushed back the breath of those closest.
Students murmured; heads turned; Veronica gripped the rail so hard her knuckles blanched.
Kain didn't flinch, nor did he take a step back.
He merely used the coat's tail to misdirect it; part of it caught the aura and bent it, a tiny, ridiculous little distortion that sent a ricochet of light away from his face.
Esme's eye twitched at that trick.
"Cheap," he said, but there was something else under the word.
Admiration and the tiniest sliver of recognition.
Kain returned the favor, as Esme was not the same kind of opponent as Finn or Aiden.
He really earned his A-Rank status.
Esme raised his hands once more.
"Come on"
Kain blinked before he let out a sigh.
"Of course…"
He took more hits, calculated ones.
A shoulder ram that shoved him into the ring post, a stomp that planted his cheek into the ground.
Each time, he took the pain and turned it into theater: an exaggerated stagger, a grin, an offhand comment to bait Esme.
"Are you trying to show off for Veronica?"
Kain taunted when Esme came close.
"You know I prefer applause from both hands"
That cut deeper than any punch.
Esme's strikes became sharper, less patient.
The divine light around him flared so bright that the reflection off the stands made the metal railings steam.
He landed a clean hit to Kain's ribs.
His breath left him in a long, slow hiss.
He looked like he'd taken a real beating.
But the plan was working.
Esme's rhythm had changed; he wasn't composed, he was furious, and furious was sloppy.
Kain's eyes flicked to Veronica for half a second.
She watched, chest tight, betrayal and worry wrestling in her face.
Kain gave her a small, practiced, pitiful smile.
It was a promise that he'd handle this his way.
[System Notification]
[Veronica Hana | Affection: 45% | Loyalty: 40% | Lust: 75%]
[Emotion: Remorseful | Worried ]
[Thought: "Kain… He's not fighting back…"]
Kain lifted his arms to block another hit, hiding the fact that he licked his lips in delight.
'Hah… I knew it. You can't help but worry about me'
Esme then made a tactical error: he lunged with everything.
A combination meant to finish.
Kain slid under one blow, then under another.
He used the gauntlets to catch the back of Esme's wrist and twist.
A small lock to pry the balance.
Esme roared, a sound that wrapped the whole ring in noise.
Kain seized the opening.
He didn't try to stomp or show off.
He moved in like a thief.
A precise, surgical strike between ribs, a palm to the sternum, not full power but targeted enough to displace air and draw the breath out.
Esme staggered back.
Kain followed immediately with a low sweep that clipped the ankle and sent him tumbling onto his back.
Silence.
Then a bone-deep roar.
The crowd exploded in a directionless fever.
Esme hit the mat and took a second to pull himself up, chest heaving, face pale.
He tried to rise, to find footing.
He failed once.
Twice.
When he steadied, the divine shimmer around him flickered like an exhausted candle.
He looked up at Kain, and for the first time, his eyes were unsteady.
Kain didn't shout triumph.
He didn't scream.
He just stepped forward and, in the calmest voice you ever heard under an open sky, said, "Stand down."
Esme's hands curled like claws.
He wanted to keep fighting, to push through humiliation.
But something in his body… exhaustion, the invisible tax of fighting inside a ring Kain controlled, slowed him.
He sagged on trembling legs.
Professor Kain's fucking Dog whistle screamed across the air before anyone else could move.
"That's enough! Match – concluded!"
The staff flooded the ring.
Esme was helped to his feet; his face was raw with effort, a bruise already blooming along his jaw where Kain's earlier counter-snapped had found purchase.
Veronica pushed through the crowd, eyes wild, and clasped his arm in a grip that said both fury and shame.
Esme didn't shout.
He bowed, once, stiffly, to the ring, to the crowd, and to Kain.
The bow carried no surrender; it carried something harder: the weight of promise, of an enemy who'd been shown exactly which parts of himself needed sharpening.
Kain dipped his head in return, not too deep.
He spat blood into the nearest waste bucket with casual disdain, adjusted his cuff, and let the grin slide back into place.
The suit had a ragged tear and a smear of dust, but he wore it like a medal.
Around him, his girls exploded into cheers, loud, proud, and fierce.
They flooded the ring in a warm tide, clutching at Kain, smothering him with kisses and hands, making sure everyone knew who he belonged to.
Veronica's face was a storm.
Esme sank into a bench with his head in his hands, anger and something like awe warring on his brow.
The crowd talked at once, some calling Esme a monster for going against Kain and almost winning, some a genius, most just exhausted by the performance and already reshuffling their loyalties.
Kain looked at Esme one last time as the staff helped him to the infirmary for a check.
"You did good," Kain said softly, just loud enough for Esme to hear.
Esme didn't answer.
[ System Notification ]
[ Combat Result: Victory ]
[ Reward: Pending Activation ]
'Fucking finally… my body feels like shit!'
The reward he'd been promised would be more interesting than the bruises on his ribs.