Day 119 Post-Impact
The training yard rang with the sounds of combat.
Ishani moved through the drills like water, her bronze skin gleaming with sweat as she demonstrated techniques to the newest batch of awakened defenders. Her light manipulation flickered around her hands, creating dazzling patterns that served as both weapon and distraction. Every movement was precise, powerful, controlled.
"Again!" she barked, her voice carrying across the yard. "You're telegraphing your movements. An enemy won't wait for you to finish your windup. React faster or die slower."
The trainees scrambled to comply, exhaustion evident in their movements but determination keeping them upright. Ishani had that effect on people - she pushed hard because she knew what was at stake.
Sarnav watched from the observation platform, impressed as always by her intensity. Ishani had taken charge of combat training months ago, transforming raw survivors into something resembling a fighting force. Her background as a fitness influencer had given her an unexpected talent for motivation and instruction. She knew how to push people past their limits while making them believe they could do it.
"She's relentless," Zara observed, joining him at the railing. "Pushed them through six hours of drills yesterday. Some of them could barely walk this morning."
"They'll thank her when it keeps them alive."
"If they survive the training." But there was approval in Zara's voice. "The Purifiers won't go easy on them. Better they learn that here."
The mention of the extremist group sobered the moment. Wei Ming's morning report had been concerning - increased encrypted communications, movement patterns suggesting reconnaissance of the settlement's outer defenses. The anti-awakened faction was planning something, and they weren't being subtle about the buildup.
"How soon?" Sarnav asked.
"Hard to say. They're being careful. But the chatter's increased significantly since word spread about the entity." Zara's jaw tightened. "They see it as proof that awakened are dangerous. That we've brought monsters to their doorstep."
"We didn't bring anything. The Impact did."
"Logic doesn't matter to fanatics." She turned to face him fully. "We need to be ready. Whatever they're planning, it's coming soon."
Below, Ishani dismissed the trainees and began her own workout routine - a punishing series of exercises that would have killed anyone without enhanced stamina. Her sports bra was soaked through, clinging to her 35DD chest, and her toned abs flexed with each movement.
She caught him watching and flashed a fierce grin.
Like what you see? Her voice purred through the bond.
Always.
Good. Because you're going to help me cool down later. The promise in her mental voice made his pulse quicken. Training room. One hour. Don't be late.
[ENTITY STATUS: UNCHANGED - 2KM PERIMETER][DEADLINE: 21 DAYS REMAINING][PURIFIER THREAT LEVEL: ELEVATED]
The afternoon briefing was quick but tense. The entity hadn't moved or communicated since their initial meeting, content to wait at the edge of their territory. But its presence was a constant pressure, a reminder of the deadline ticking down.
"Nothing new from the archives," Jade reported. "We've extracted everything recoverable. The rest was deliberately corrupted."
"By who?" Serena asked.
"Unknown. Could have been the Seal Wardens themselves, hiding knowledge they didn't want falling into the wrong hands. Could have been enemies." Jade shrugged. "Either way, we've hit a wall."
"Then we make our decision with incomplete information." Sarnav looked around the table. "I want everyone thinking about this. In twenty-one days, I'll have to choose whether to help the entity leave or try to reinforce its bindings. I need perspectives."
"You already know mine," Elena said flatly. "We don't negotiate with things that threaten us."
"And if it's telling the truth about being unjustly imprisoned?"
"Then it's had three thousand years to become something else. Time changes everything." Her eyes were cold. "I don't trust it."
The others offered their own views - Jiyeon cautiously analytical, weighing probabilities and political implications. Serena uncertain, her luck sense giving her nothing clear to work with. Sana advocating for mercy, believing redemption was always possible. Nisha wanting more information before committing to any path, her steady presence grounding the more extreme positions.
"What about the Purifiers?" Jade asked. "Whatever we decide about the entity, we have a more immediate problem. Their communications suggest an attack within the week."
"Can we handle both threats simultaneously?" Jiyeon's mind was clearly running calculations. "If the Purifiers attack while we're dealing with the entity situation..."
"We split focus and potentially lose on both fronts," Zara finished grimly. "We need to neutralize the Purifier threat before the deadline."
"Agreed." Sarnav nodded. "Elena, I want you and Zara to develop a response plan. If they're going to attack, we hit them first. Controlled, precise, minimal casualties if possible."
Elena's smile was cold. "And if minimal isn't possible?"
"Then we do what we have to do to protect our people."
No consensus on the entity. No easy answers. But at least they had a plan for the immediate threat.
He dismissed them with instructions to continue monitoring and headed for the training facility, his mind still churning through impossible choices.
Ishani was waiting for him.
She'd showered since the morning drills but had changed back into workout clothes - a fresh sports bra and tiny shorts that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her long black hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail, and her bronze skin still held a slight sheen of moisture.
"You're late," she said, but she was smiling.
"By three minutes."
"Three minutes I could have spent doing something more interesting." She crossed the distance between them in three quick strides, her athletic body moving with predatory grace. "I've been thinking about you all day. Couldn't focus on the drills properly."
"You seemed pretty focused from where I was standing."
"That's because you weren't close enough to see how wet my shorts were." She pulled him into a kiss that was more attack than affection, all tongue and teeth and fierce need.
Her hands were already working at his clothes, efficient and demanding. She had him shirtless in seconds, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest with obvious appreciation.
"I need this," she breathed against his mouth. "Need you. It's been too long, sayang."
He couldn't argue. Weeks of watching her train, watching her body move, wanting her and being too busy with crises to do anything about it.
"Then take what you need."
Her eyes lit up with competitive fire. She shoved him onto the padded training mat and stripped off her sports bra in one fluid motion, freeing her 35DD breasts. They were firm despite their size, her dark nipples already hard.
"I plan to."
She straddled him before he could move, grinding her clothed core against his hardening cock. Even through the layers of fabric, he could feel the heat of her, the dampness soaking through.
"Feel that?" She rolled her hips again, making them both groan. "That's what watching you does to me. Every time you walk by, every time I see you being all leader-like and decisive, I get like this."
Her hands found his belt, yanking it open with practiced efficiency. She freed his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with the same focused intensity she brought to everything.
"Fuck, sayang. So hard for me."
"Always hard for you." He reached up to palm her breasts, feeling the weight of them, thumbing her nipples until she gasped.
She rose just long enough to strip off her shorts and underwear, revealing her toned body fully. Her abs glistened with fresh sweat, and her pussy was already glistening with arousal. She positioned herself over him, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"Ready?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"I was born ready."
She dropped down onto him in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. They both cried out - her walls clamping around him like a vice, impossibly tight despite how wet she was.
"Fuck!" She threw her head back, her ponytail swinging. "So deep. You're so fucking deep, sayang."
She didn't give either of them time to adjust. She started moving immediately, rising and falling with athletic precision, her abs flexing with each motion. The wet sounds of their joining echoed off the training room walls.
"Harder," she demanded, grabbing his hands and putting them on her hips. "Don't hold back. I can take it."
He gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, driving deeper with each impact. She screamed - not in pain, but in fierce satisfaction.
"Yes! Like that! Faster, sayang, faster!"
She was so loud. He'd forgotten how loud she got, her voice rising with each thrust until she was practically shouting. Anyone walking by would hear them, would know exactly what was happening inside the training room. Part of him wondered if that was the point - her exhibitionist streak getting its fix.
"Don't stop," she panted, her pace never faltering. "Don't you dare stop. I'm going to cum so hard on your cock."
He watched her ride him, mesmerized by the sight - her breasts bouncing, her abs flexing, her face contorted with pleasure. Sweat dripped from her skin onto his, mixing with his own. The scent of sex and exertion filled the air.
Through the bond, he felt her pleasure building rapidly. She was close, had been close since she first touched him, all that anticipation finally finding release.
"Cum for me," he growled, driving up into her harder. "Let everyone hear you."
"FUCK!" She shattered with a scream that probably carried to the next building. Her pussy clamped down on him in rhythmic waves, her whole body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Light flickered around her involuntarily, her power responding to the intensity.
The sight and sensation pushed him over the edge. He came with a groan, spilling inside her as she continued to ride out her climax. She didn't stop moving until she'd milked every last drop from him, her competitive nature refusing to quit even in this.
She collapsed onto his chest afterward, both of them breathing hard, both of them drenched in sweat. His cum was already leaking out of her, mixing with her own arousal on his thighs.
"That," she panted, "was exactly what I needed."
"Happy to help with your cool down."
She laughed, the sound bright and satisfied. "Give me ten minutes. We're going again."
"Again?"
"I have stamina to burn, sayang." She lifted her head, her fierce eyes glinting with challenge. "Think you can keep up?"
Through the bond, he felt her energy already rebuilding, her enhanced recovery working overtime. She wasn't joking. Her competitive nature extended to everything, including how many times she could make them both cum in one session.
"I can keep up."
"Good." She kissed him hard, her tongue sliding against his. When she pulled back, her smile was predatory. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you. I want you to fuck me from behind this time. I want to feel you even deeper."
She rolled off him and positioned herself on hands and knees, her perfect ass raised in invitation. She looked back at him over her shoulder, that fierce competitive fire burning in her eyes.
"Well? Don't keep me waiting, sayang. I thought you said you could keep up."
He was already hardening again, his enhanced recovery matching hers. This was going to be a long afternoon.
But there were worse ways to spend it.
[HARMONY POINTS: +900][BOND WITH ISHANI SUPPIAH: DEEPENED][ISHANI SUPPIAH: C → C+ ADVANCEMENT][ATHLETIC SYNERGY: ENHANCED]
[DAY 119]
[SARNAV: S-RANK (HARMONY SOVEREIGN - FIRST STAGE)][PROGRESS TO SECOND STAGE: 29%]
[WIFE CULTIVATION STATUS][1. NISHA - C+ | 2. ISHANI - C+ | 3. ANANYA - C][4. MINJI - D+ | 5. JADE - C | 6. SANA - B-][7. JIYEON - C | 8. SERENA - C+ | 9. ZARA - C+][10. ELENA - S | 11. YUKI - D]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: 1,347 SURVIVORS | 3 SECTORS][SEAL INTEGRITY: 92.2%]
[ENTITY STATUS: MONITORING - 2KM PERIMETER][DEADLINE: 21 DAYS REMAINING]
[PURIFIER THREAT: ELEVATED - ATTACK IMMINENT]
[WIVES BONDED: 11/32]