I had no idea how any of this worked, but suddenly not seeing all of yourself while knowing there should be more of you visible—even while feeling that it was still there—was a tiny bit distressing. I was experiencing literal phantom dick as my brain tried to process what my eyes fed it, clashing it against what the rest of my body was signaling.

  Fortunately, whatever Rose was doing didn’t last long and she drifted back a moment later, revealing my cock to the world once again in all of its former glory with, thankfully, no forced reduction visible. She happily floated up between our faces and pulsed in joy.

  Aisha furrowed her brows and pouted. “Not fair. That was my responsibility.”

  Then, I realized that I was clean. Like, dry clean. No love juices coated my dick, with no other evidence of our amorous activities. Brand new once again. Rose had somehow given me a cleanup blowjob. If Pixies could suck a dick.

  I chuckled while shaking my head. “Are Pixies on a semen diet, or what?”

  Aisha laughed softly. “Watch her turn into a Succubus tonight.”

  We snickered together and I gave a few pats to the floating, happily pulsing sphere. Helping Aisha clean herself up properly, I leaned in for one more peck, which she turned into another battle of tongues—this damned insatiable predator—and we moved out of the bathroom.

  With a sigh, she finally pulled back and we moved out of the bathroom. We had to check how much our fun boosted her, add a few stat points, and quickly head out to crash the final few prisons while the Seed remained blissfully unaware.

  And I was buzzing with energy to kick it right in the nuts.

  Chapter 30

  Final Assembly

  I fished out a pair of undies from the dresser next to the bed and tossed them at Aisha. She caught it with an appreciative nod and proceeded to very seductively wiggle her hips during the process of sliding the panties up her athletic legs, shooting me a smirk over her shoulder after she was done.

  Rolling my eyes with a soft chuckle, I grabbed my own undergarment and put it on. Turning around to face her again, I watched Aisha slip her delicious bust into a sports bra. Catching me looking, she shot me a wink.

  Seriously, she had clearly waited for me to look to do it.

  Ending her teases there, she moved to the stack of armor and gear which I had made outside the bathroom, performing a quick check-up and quick maintenance. I sat down at her side and gave her a hand.

  “So, it keeps floating up in my mind, how come your scales can be both tough and extremely sensitive at the same time?” I asked as we worked.

  “It’s actually pretty simple.” Aisha shrugged. “Just like normal skin can react to different circumstances—be it temperature, humidity, or such—the scales covering some parts of my body do too. They are usually hard and quite durable; often I can barely feel it when they are touched. But, when a drakan gets aroused, they turn really sensitive.”

  She shot me a playful smile.

  “I see. Quite logical, I guess. Isn’t it rather troublesome with your Berserk, though? It does get you a little turned on, both during and after battle.”

  “It’s a mentality thing. My mind is focused and filled with rage, the drive to fight and battle, not thoughts like how badly I want to wrap my thighs around your head and ride your tongue until I pass out from pleasure overload. They can change states rather quickly, depending on the mood.”

  “That’s… weirdly specific.” I chuckled wryly.

  “Just an example. Not a lie, though.”

  To demonstrate what she meant, Aisha took my hand and pressed it into the side of her neck. My fingers brushed over her scales, and while I could tell that they were tougher than they’d been during our intimate time in the bathroom, they were still not as hard as usual, meaning that she still was somewhat in the mood, with some lewd thoughts floating around in that pretty head of hers.

  Her sex drive was just something else.

  We quickly wrapped up the simple maintenance in just a few minutes, letting the heat of the moment dissipate comfortably. I stood up, helping my companion to her feet. I then assisted Aisha in getting her armor on, before she returned the favor.

  “Let’s spend our newly gained stat points before we go,” I suggested, bringing my phone out.

  ★━━━━━━━━━━★

  ATTRIBUTES

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  Strength: 11 (+3)

  Agility: 15 (+1)

  Constitution: 10 (+1)

  Intelligence: 20 (+1)

  Wisdom: 17 (+1)

  Leadership: 11

  Charisma: 25

  [Available Points: 7]

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  “Now that I have Armsweaving, I can pretty much abandon Strength, which was already part of my plan. I guess I’ll drop five into Constitution just as I told you I would before, and put the remaining two into Charisma,” I explained as Aisha peeked over my shoulder. “Then, next time, three into Charisma to make it thirty and more, with a few into Constitution.”

  She nodded at my words. “What do you suggest for me?”

  I switched my display over to her stats to refresh my memory.

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  ATTRIBUTES

  +50% (23h Remaining)

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  Strength: 34 (+17)

  Agility: 15 (+7)

  Constitution: 15 (+7)

  Intelligence: 8 (+4)

  Wisdom: 6 (+3)

  Perseverance: 11 (+5)

  Fury: 20 (+10)

  [Available Points: 7]

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  “And it looks like what we did was enough,” I commented after noticing the numbers in brackets and the notification at the top.

  Aisha chuckled. “Too bad. I really wanted to try something else, if it didn’t.”

  I gently pecked her cheek. “Next time. I promise.”

  “I’ll hold you to that.”

  She flashed me a mischievous smile as we gazed into each other’s eyes and we returned our attention to the phone.

  “You didn’t unlock any skills this time, did you?” I asked.

  “None.”

  “Hmmm…” I pondered for a moment. “For my upgrade, Charisma at twenty was enough so, I’d leave Fury where it is, and bump your Strength up to forty. The last point is tough. I guess we drop it into Intelligence. Reaching ten should be fine, especially since you will be learning more complex skills from now on.”

  “Whatever you say. I’m very satisfied with Sharpen, and looking forward to more.” She smiled at me softly.

  We made the changes as planned and moved on.

  I stepped to the chest at the foot of the bed and packed a few more potions into my pouches. Aisha picked up one of each—regeneration, mana, stamina—and slipped them in her small strapped pockets. I carried the extra ones, in case she needed more, reducing the risk of them getting damaged.

  We strolled over to the PC next, and I did a few quick searches in the D-Shop. Finding the category that I was looking for, I submitted an order after a minute or so of browsing. Aisha jogged to bring it to me, returning with a flat, fairly long package.

  She had seen what I had purchased, so I let her open the box and have the first try. Though slightly bigger than my previous one, what she pulled out of the box was still a handaxe. It had twin curved blades for even easier cutting. She gave it a few spins and swings before handing it to me.

  “A decent weapon. Could have been better, but will serve its purpose. It’s for what I think it is, right?”

  I nodded and accepted it, admiring the pretty silver metal and neatly carved handle.

  “How do you go about it?” Aisha asked, a curious spark in her scarlet eyes.

  “I bet the same as with everything,” I answered and made a tiny cut on my finger with its edge.

  Raising my hand over the metal head of the axe, I let a drop of blood fall onto its surface. I focused my mind on requesting a bond with the weapon, taking a more polite approach rather than straight-up forcing my will onto it.

  After a brief moment, the blood sizzled as if the surface it lay on was suddenly extremely hot and we watched as it was absorbed into the blade, rather than evaporating. A single pulse of red spread through the entirety of the blade from that point, like a ripple in a pond, reaching the very edge of both sides.

  Instantly, I felt the weapon become much lighter in my hand, fitting it much better than before. I tossed it into the air a little and caught it again with no problem.

  “Neat. It’s not weightless, but I can tell the difference. If I get more slots, I should try to bond with your weapon too. That way, I would be able to wield it semi-properly in an emergency. I hope the next rank allows more than one additional entry.”

  “Yeah, that’s great, but that’s not the best part, is it?” Aisha kept eyeing my new axe with excitement.

  I chuckled lightly and closed my eyes.

  Focusing my mind, I searched for a connection resembling the one I shared with her. I found it pretty quickly, leading to the weapon in my hand.

  It was a curious feeling. The handaxe kind of conveyed its state to me, and a lot of other things like its position, its angle, and such. I could sense it like I sensed my own hand, like it was an extension of my body.

  ~Fly,~ I tried to command it with my thoughts.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Aisha’s delighted voice reached my ears.

  Opening my eyes, I found the handaxe levitating vertically above my palm. That was obviously more than my Telekinesis could handle by itself at its current level, or maybe the recent rank-up may have brought such a feat closer to being feasible. Still, I felt like smaller shortswords would be its limit.

  Withdrawing my hand, I studied the floating weapon with curiosity. It hovered up and down like it was possessed—and perhaps it was—with my will and intention. Aisha poked at it with her finger and the axe glided back a few centimeters. The wide smile didn’t leave her lips.

  “That’s so awesome. Is it draining? What else can you do with it?”

  “Much less than pure Telekinesis,” I replied. “And well, I gotta practice with this to know what all I can do, but it does feel quite… natural.”

  Curling all the fingers of my right hand except for my pointer and middle finger, I flicked my hand at her. The handaxe made a weak swing at Aisha, which she swiftly sidestepped. I instructed it to do that again, and she dodged that one too. With each strike, I put more intention into it, and they grew stronger, eventually forcing her to parry with her bracers.

  “Let it hit you,” I said, and Aisha didn’t block, receiving a hit in the exposed part of her arm.

  Her eyes widened a little. “It’s not sharp?”

  “It seems like I can cover the edge with a blunt cover or something like that. Quite useful,” I explained while recalling the axe, and having it rotate above my fingers.

  “Great for training, for sure.”

  I snapped my fingers and the weapon floated through the metal ring at my belt, settling itself down against my thigh. The connection was still there, and I knew that I could call it forth at any moment. Technically, I was pretty sure I could just let it hang around me, at least somewhere close to my body, without it consuming too much mana, but chose not to.

  Yet, at least.

  Aisha watched as I walked into the storage room and came back with the mace.

  “What are you going to do with it?” she asked.

  “Just test it, nothing more.”

  I tried commanding it the same way as I had the handaxe, and it also floated into the air. The difference in mana consumption was very noticeable, though. My control over it was much sloppier too. I had to focus much more on what I wanted it to do, while the bonded weapon followed my thoughts with barely any input.

  Next, I turned off my Armsweaving ability and switched to Telekinesis. The mace slowly descended to the ground until it rested flat on the floor.

  “Did you run out of juice?” Aisha put her hands on her hips as she stared down at it.

  “No, but the difference was huge. I tried out Telekinesis. It kept draining my mana, so I just let it fall. I’m still far away from casually moving such weights around with that skill. I have a feeling that the jump is quite big at higher ranks.”

  “Thankfully, for weapons, you can use Armsweaving. Who would have thought that the spell you picked up to train Mana Control would end up being this useful?”

  “Right?” I chuckled. “Even I had no idea this was possible.”

  “It makes me really excited about myself. I can’t wait for wild shit to start happening for me, thanks to your guidance. I hope to get at least one title extension before you get your second one.” She smirked at me.

  “I guarantee it. No way will I get Armsweaving from F to C so fast. Watch, you’ll surpass me and may even become a Tri-Class before that happens.”

  Aisha grinned. “I’ll do my best, coach. They say that there’s no bigger proof of a master’s ability than their pupil surpassing them.”

  “Here it would mean that they were just less talented but I’ll take it.”

  “Teaching and leading is a talent too, is it not?” She raised a brow at me.

  I shrugged. “Fair enough.”

  We laughed and prepared to move out. Rose had been idling around us the entire time, floating here and there as she usually did. She sensed when our preparations were wrapping up and zoomed to us, intent on making sure that we wouldn’t leave her behind.

  Recovered as much as we could, restocked on all possible consumables, and with all of our gear checked, we exchanged a nod before Aisha slowly opened the door. She took a peek through a small gap first, reminding me about the lack of that damn peephole, and only opened the door wide after judging the immediate neighborhood safe.

  “Alright. We are sticking together this time. Fast and furious. Rose, lead the way,” I commanded, and my companions expressed their agreement through their own means.

  We broke into a jog after the speeding Pixie. Three prison chambers remained on the top floor and then we would be done with the bonus objective, hopefully freeing all the captive Pixies. If we were lucky, the Seed wouldn’t expect us to retaliate so soon after our previous foray, and we would succeed. If we weren’t able to surprise it… well, there was no use lamenting over it. We would just have to be cautious and methodical with this attempt to stop it from feeding and growing from the Pixies’ strength.

  A few Woodmen blocked our path as the corridors were clearly less empty than before. Aisha made quick work of them with her Sharpen applied to her weapon. Time was crucial right now. We weren’t far from the nearest jail.

  She burst into the cavern without slowing down and began wreaking havoc amongst the enemies. Only one Woodknight watched over the room with a bunch of Woodmen accompanying it, not counting the Woodcatchers, of course. Rose flew by her side while I called the axe to my hand and started chopping the cages down with much more ease than before.

  The freed Pixies seemed to know exactly what to do, for some reason, and they swirled around the monsters right after leaving their cages. It was extremely helpful, especially with the Woodknight, which couldn’t catch a break from the dancing disco lights. Aisha could turn the other trees into minced wood in the meantime.

  In a flash, we were back out, leaving the Woodknight and a few Woodmen alive. They were much slower than us and their form of travel through the mud wasn’t instantaneous, so we decided not to waste any time on them while the Seed could be strengthening the defenses of the last jails.

  And I was right.

  Two Woodknights stood in front of the entrance to the next chamber, like bouncers keeping an eye on things outside a nightclub. They only lacked fashionable suits and perhaps some gold chains to look the part.

  “I’ll be the bait, you take down the cages,” I instructed Aisha, picking up the pace.

  The aforementioned bouncers were especially lacking when it came to reaction speed, compared to their professional counterparts, and two thick branch-fists slammed into the tunnel floor behind me as I ducked inside. As expected, they rushed after me, stomping on the ground like elephants. A cluster of Woodscythers caught a whiff of me, too, and launched their own assault.

  Of course, just like last time, the Pixies had followed us and jumped right into their harrying tactics. I spun my handaxe horizontally and set it to orbit around me, while dodging, ducking, and sidestepping all attacks. That way, I could focus my all on remaining uninjured, while the axe occasionally slashed an enemy in its path. Its incredibly sharp blades, when paired with the salty soup applied to its edge, downed them almost instantly.

  Aisha had felled three-fourths of the cages with the constant use of her Whirlwind before the big stupids received new orders to switch their focus to her. Any lesser monsters that attempted to stop her ran right into the lawn mower.

  It looked damn cool, to be perfectly honest.

  We switched roles and I took out the rest of the short pillars. The Seed had certainly smartened up as a wall of Woodmen blocked our exit but that wasn’t an issue that couldn’t be fixed with a healthy dose of salt. I lobbed four vials at the ceiling above them and presented the stick boys with a rain of death. We stepped on their corpses without a shred of remorse.

  “One more to go,” Aisha said as we ran. “This will definitely be the toughest nut to crack.”

  “Keep your eyes peeled. If it gets too hot, we book it.”

  A few moments later, Rose led us to our final target. Although, the place differed from the rest quite a bit.

  “Those fuckers tried to conceal it,” Aisha cursed, seeing the Woodmen trying to seal the entrance up with mud.

  “Unfortunately for them, they didn’t make it, and even if they had, we have a navigator anyway. I don’t think a bit of dirt is an issue for you, is it?” I raised a brow at my drakan mate.

  Aisha only grinned in response and picked up her pace. Three seconds later, a loud roar reverberated through the earthen hallway as she soared at the unfinished wall with her Launch. Her greataxe slammed into the mud and then downward as she used Ground Pound. The workers were sent flying in all directions as a strong tremor shook this section of the Dungeon.