Obsidian Tech!

Battle Stimulation was an incredible feat of technology, one that allowed users to immerse themselves in a battle-based virtual reality so vivid that it was indistinguishable from the real world.

Players could train and fight against hyper-realistic enemies, whether they were other players or monstrous, corrupted beasts. What set it apart, though, was the level of immersion—it wasn't just visual.

Every sensation, every movement, every touch felt real.

The heat of a battle, the taste of food, the strain of physical exertion—each sensation was so authentic that users often forgot they weren't actually in the physical world. But despite the realism, there was one critical distinction: nothing in the game could harm or affect the user's actual body.

Emberly's eyes sparkled as she explained to her daughter, Anastasia, the next evolution in this technology. "ARGO VRMMORPG, on the other hand, is something else entirely. Battle Stimulation was a training ground. But ARGO? It's another world—a perfect replica of Argos. In this game, you don't just experience things; you live them."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

"In ARGOS, every feeling is real, just like Battle Stimulation, but there's one crucial difference—what happens there affects your actual body. If you're wounded in the game, you'll feel it. If you feel pain, your body suffers, too. That's why we call it the Second Argos."

Anastasia frowned slightly, concerned. "And people are okay with that? Playing a game where they can actually be hurt?"

Emberly smiled knowingly. "It's more than just pain. There's power in this connection. For example, if your magic abilities increase in ARGO, 30% of that increase is retained in the real world. This isn't just a game, Annie. We've unlocked a new way of gaining strength."

Anastasia's eyes widened. "That's... revolutionary."

Her mother nodded. "It goes beyond what I originally imagined. I'd hoped to create a system that might awaken new elements in players, giving them powers they didn't know they had. I didn't quite succeed in that, but what I've built is far more valuable—a second world where the line between virtual and reality is blurred."

Emberly's voice softened. "It may just give our family the edge we've been searching for."

Meanwhile, Pyris sped along an isolated road, his new car a blur of sleek metal and roaring engine. The car effortlessly cut through the wind, the countryside rushing past them as Aurelia leaned back in her seat, a broad smile playing on her lips.

"Best way to start the day," Pyris said with a grin, glancing at his sister. "A perfect ride and… well, a perfect morning sex." His voice held a teasing edge, and Aurelia's cheeks flushed.

"Do you have to keep bringing that up, was it that good?" she muttered, though she couldn't hide her own smile.

"Mmhmm~, it was that good, Aur," Pyris responded, his grin widening.

Aurelia's blush deepened as she playfully smacked his arm. "You're impossible."

Their banter was interrupted by the voice in Pyris' head, the one belonging to his familiar, Lia. [Unfortunately, you didn't gain much from it,] she noted, sounding almost disappointed.

'You can't always view sex as just a way to gain power, Lia,' Pyris replied inwardly. 'There's more to to it than that. It's not just about gaining power for me—there's something sacred about it. Something deeper.'

Lia, exasperated, replied quickly. [Please, spare me your sex philosophy.]

Aurelia's voice pulled him back to the present. "You made me feel… special today, Pyris," she said softly, her tone sincere and vulnerable. "Loved, even."

Pyris looked at her, his expression softening. "You are special, Aur. Don't forget that."

As if unable to contain themselves, Aurelia leaned over and kissed him. Without a word, Pyris pressed the auto-drive button, and the car took over.

The seat slid back, giving them more space as their kiss deepened. Aurelia climbed onto his lap, and for a brief moment, it was just the two of them, lost in the moment.

[Dragons!] Lia shook her imaginary head; these two didn't seem to have enough of each other.

They fucked three rounds in the bathroom but they didn't appear to be done.

"Babe, I want that dick!" Breaking the kiss, Aurelia demanded.

"All yours darling~" she unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers lower, revealing an erect cock ready to explore her cave.

"Go slower!" Pyris ordered and the car speed decreased.

He helped his sister with her pants, throwing them away; she was left in her top attire and laced thong.

She pushed it to the side before impaling herself with the big cock.

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In the distance, the Union Academy—commonly known as Argos Academy—came into view, its towering spires gleaming in the morning sun. This wasn't just any school; it was an elite institution, where only the most privileged or most gifted could attend.

Royals, high nobles, and the extraordinarily wealthy sent their children here to mingle with the best and brightest of all races. For those outside this world of privilege, admission was almost impossible—unless you were a true genius.

The academy's grounds stretched across the rolling hills of the Dragon Empire, on land donated by the Obsidian family since the end of ancient time ago.

This place particularly was where Lucy Obsidian had disappeared.

And there was one unspoken rule: the Obsidian family retained control over the land itself. Even the Dragon Imperial family, rulers of the empire, couldn't interfere.

To challenge this ancient agreement would risk war between the two most powerful dragon families.

As Pyris and Aurelia's car pulled through the gates, it drew immediate attention. Students craned their necks, eyes widening as the sleek, custom-built vehicle glided into the parking lot.

The Obsidian insignia gleamed on the car's hood, a symbol of their power and influence.

"Look who's finally arrived," the Academy's principal murmured, peering out of her office window. She had been notified of the Obsidian siblings' enrollment, and now, the day had come.

Within the academy, the Obsidians were more than students. To many, they were uncrowned royalty. Their family's legacy was woven into the very fabric of the school, and everyone knew that the young Lord Pyris's arrival signaled the start of something new.

But what that something was, no one could yet say.