Valerica kicked the door of her private office shut, the reinforced steel frame rattling in its frame. She didn't turn on the lights. She didn't need to.
She paced the small room like a caged tiger. Her skin felt too tight. Her blood was boiling under her skin, a feverish heat that had nothing to do with the sparring match and everything to do with the boy who had humiliated her.
"Damn him," she hissed, tearing at the collar of her uniform. buttons popped off, pinging against the wall.
She grabbed a water bottle from her desk and downed it in seconds, but it did nothing to quench the thirst raging between her legs. The image of Ren—his dark eyes, his arrogant smirk, the way he smelled—was burned into her retinas.
She looked down. Her thick combat trousers were soaked through. A dark, embarrassing patch of moisture was visible on the inner thighs.
"I am an A-Rank Warrior," she growled, gripping the edge of her desk until the wood splintered. "I am not a BITCH in heat. I am—"
Click.
The lock on her office door turned.
Valerica spun around, her eyes glowing with feral yellow light. "I said no interruptions!"
The door opened. Ren walked in.
He closed the door behind him and locked it again. Click.
"Get out," Valerica warned, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperate need. "If you stay here... I will break you."
Ren didn't listen. He walked toward her. The small room suddenly felt suffocatingly small. His pheromones hit her again, a wave of thick, musky dominance that made her knees knock together.
"You can't break me, Valerica," Ren said calmly. "Because you're already broken."
He stopped right in front of her. He looked down at the wet stain on her trousers.
"Look at you," he whispered, cruel and seductive. "Leaking like a faucet. You ran away because you were afraid you'd jump me in front of the whole school."
Valerica snarled, grabbing him by the collar. She lifted him off the ground, slamming him against the wall.
"I should kill you!" she roared, her face inches from his. "I should rip your throat out!"
"Do it," Ren challenged, not fighting back. "But we both know that's not what you want to do with your mouth."
Valerica froze. Her breathing was ragged. She looked at his lips.
Ren reached down and gripped her waist. His hands were hot—burning hot.
"Your corruption has triggered, Instructor. The Berserker's Curse. You produce too much energy. It makes you aggressive. It makes you horny."
He slid his hand down her thigh, pressing firmly against her already wet pussy behind the soaked fabric of her crotch.
Valerica gasped, her head falling back, her grip on his collar loosening. "Ah! Don't... don't touch me there!"
"You need a release," Ren said. "You need to be drained."
He pushed her.
For a woman who could lift a tank, she went down easily. Ren shoved her backward onto her heavy oak desk. She sprawled out, scattering papers and datapads.
Ren stepped between her massive, muscular legs. He didn't unbuckle his pants yet. Instead, he grabbed the waistband of her trousers and ripped.
RIIIP.
The fabric tore easily under his enhanced strength. Valerica lay there, exposed, panting, her hips bucking involuntarily. She was dripping wet, her body begging for him.
"You wanted an animal, right?" Ren growled, his eyes flashing violet. "You wanted me to eat you?"
He dropped to his knees.
Valerica's eyes went wide. "Wait—Ren, you can't—"
Ren didn't wait. He buried his face in her big, wet PUSSY.
"AHHH!" Valerica screamed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk, gripping the edges until her knuckles turned white.
He ate her voraciously. He wasn't being gentle. He attacked her with his tongue and teeth, lapping up the fluids that were pouring out of her. To him, it tasted like spiced wine and adrenaline—a powerful, intoxicating energy source.
[Skill Activated: MANA DRAIN (Oral Variation)]
[Siphoning Excess Yang...]
"Ren! Ren!" She chanted his name, thrashing against the desk. It was too intense. The sensation of his tongue flicking against her sensitive nub was driving her insane. She clamped her powerful thighs around his head, trying to crush him, but he just held her tighter, drinking her down.
"Please!" she begged, the Iron Maiden completely reduced to a whimpering mess. "I can't... I need... I need the real thing!"
Ren pulled back, wiping his mouth. His face was slick with her juices. He looked up at her, looking every bit the demon she feared.
"Beg for it," he commanded.
"Fuck me!" Valerica sobbed, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. "Please, Ren! Put it inside! Break me!"
Ren stood up and unzipped his pants. His erection sprang free, hard and heavy.
He grabbed her hips and drove into her in one stroke.
SLAP.
The sound of their bodies colliding was loud in the small room.
Valerica threw her head back and howled. It wasn't pain; it was the sheer fullness of him stretching her out. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, matching his aggression.
This wasn't the slow, sensual healing he gave Vanessa. This was a war.
Ren pounded into her, slamming her body against the desk with every thrust. Valerica clawed at his back, leaving deep scratches, biting his shoulder, groaning like a wounded beast.
"Yes! Yes!" She cried out, her eyes rolling back. "Deeper! Harder!"
[System Alert: High Energy Transfer Detected]
[Target Valerica is reaching Critical Mass]
Ren felt the corruption leaving her. The burning fever in her skin was cooling down, replaced by the warmth of their union. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to kiss her deeply, stealing her breath as he pounded into her core.
"You belong to me now," Ren growled against her mouth. "You are my pet."
"I'm yours!" she wailed. "I'm your pet! Just give it to me!"
Ren felt the climax building. He picked up the pace, moving so fast he was a blur. Valerica was spasming around him, her inner walls milking him dry.
"Ren!"
She cum hard, her body arching off the desk, shaking violently.
Ren roared and emptied himself inside her, filling her womb with his potent jizz and void mana.
The Aftermath
The office was quiet, save for the sound of heavy breathing and the hum of the air conditioner.
Valerica lay slumped on the ruined desk, her uniform in tatters, her legs splayed open and trembling. She was covered in sweat, and a mix of their fluids was dripping onto the floor.
Ren stood up, adjusting his clothes. He felt incredible. The energy he got from an A-Rank warrior was far denser than what he got from Vanessa.
[Level Up: 4 -> 6]
[Skill Stolen: ADRENALINE RUSH (Active)] – Temporarily boosts Strength by 50%.
[Affection Status: SUBMITTED]
Valerica opened her eyes. The yellow glow was gone. They were soft, hazy, and filled with adoration.
She slid off the desk, her legs wobbling. She didn't try to cover herself. She crawled across the floor to where Ren was standing and hugged his leg, pressing her face against his thigh.
"Master," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "That was... amazing."
Ren reached down and patted her head, like one would pet a loyal dog.
"Clean yourself up, Valerica," Ren said. "And fix your desk. I expect top marks in your class from now on."
Valerica looked up at him, a dopey grin on her face. "Anything. I'll give you anything."
Ren smirked. He had the President. He had the Head Instructor.
The Academy was his.