Asorth... A Masochist?~

"Here I come."

Asorth announced to Arthur, her glare fixed on him as she swung her sword to the side, her boobs bouncing with every moment she did.

As flames began to dance around her sword, their fiery tendrils illuminated the dim battlefield.

The inferno gathered strength, a tempest of heat and light swirling around Asorth. With a fierce determination, she launched herself forward, her every movement marked by a thunderous boom that resonated through the air.

Arthur stood unperturbed amidst the chaos. His hands casually rested in his pockets as he observed Asorth's relentless charge.

She moved with astonishing speed, zigzagging like a bolt of lightning, attempting to confound her opponent.

He watched her with a calculated, almost detached expression. "She's actually fast... impressive, but still…" Arthur murmured to himself, his voice carrying a tinge of admiration.

His index finger, bathed in an eerie crimson glow, summoned a tiny, pulsating sphere of energy.

"You're still easy to read..." Arthur's words hung in the air, a quiet proclamation. The red energy sphere above his finger swelled, surging forward with an almost sentient intent.

It sliced through the space between them, a scarlet streak hurtling towards Asorth, the embodiment of his resolve and power.

Asorth's reaction was swift and determined. Her body came to an abrupt halt as her keen senses detected the impending danger.

Her fingers clenched the hilt of her sword, knuckles turning white as she thrust it skyward with a resolute motion.

A primal yell erupted from her, resonating across the battlefield. Her blade, engulfed in a searing blaze, descended with unstoppable force.

It collided with Arthur's energy sphere, a clash of elemental power. To her shock, the energy held steadfast, an unyielding barrier.

Panic surged through her thoughts, flames intensifying around her sword, yet the defiant energy remained unscathed.

"What the hell?" Asorth's inner turmoil mirrored the confusion that clouded her expression. She strained, struggling to breach the impenetrable layer that thwarted her efforts.

Meanwhile, Arthur's smile widened, a hint of dark amusement in his eyes. His fingers snapped with an eerie grace, and in that instant, the energy he'd summoned dispersed with abrupt finality.

The release of energy sent Asorth hurtling through the air, her body twisted and contorted as she crashed violently to the unforgiving ground.

The audience watched with anticipation, each carrying a shock expression on their faces as they watched Arthur slowly walk towards Asorth.

{Heheh, Aimon can sense lusty pleasure…}

'Shut up… hurry up and give me a quest already.' Arthur responded to his system as he walked.

{Okay okay, Aimon knows exactly what to do.}

Arthur's gaze lingered on the quest displayed before him, and a sneer of disgust curled his lips. "You are one messed up system…" His words dripped with disdain, his frustration palpable. "The only thing that benefits me is option 2, and how exactly am I supposed to pull that off?".

As he muttered these complaints under his breath, his eyes remained fixed on the holographic interface, brows furrowed in contemplation.

Then, an unexpected interruption disrupted his thoughts. A voice, seemingly from nowhere, echoed in his mind.

{Aimon thinks you worry too much, the lady Asorth is a Masochist, see… it's even working already}.

"Uhn?" Arthur's eyes widened in mild confusion, and he blinked, shifting his attention from the holographic template to the figure of Asorth, who was slowly but determinedly rising from the unforgiving ground.

She was panting heavily, her moans low but still loud enough for Arthur to hear, her breasts jiggled as she tried to stand up.

But one thing stood up to Arthur, which was the lustful expression on Asorth's face as she was standing to her feet, almost as if she was enjoying the moment a little too well.

"I'm not done y..yet~." Asorth spoke, her body almost fully naked as she held her sword in front of her, ready to battle Arthur again.

Arthur's piercing gaze remained locked on Asorth, studying her intently. He couldn't help but observe the telltale signs of exertion etched across her features.

Her rapid breaths strained against the relentless demands of combat, leaving her face flushed beet red. And, despite her best efforts to conceal it, a subtle, almost enigmatic smile seemed to linger on her lips.

'Was she… always like this?' Arthur mused, his curiosity piqued. The contrast between Asorth's undeniable strength and the unexpected vulnerability he perceived intrigued him.

He couldn't believe the woman he knew for so long in the village, to be incredibly strong and disciplined, was a masochist.

In a sudden burst of energy, Asorth's battle cry pierced the air, propelling her forward with astonishing speed. A thick plume of dust billowed in her wake, a testament to her determination.

However, Arthur was ready. In an instant, he intercepted her charge, his hand closing around her right wrist like a vice.

The resounding slap that followed echoed through the battlefield, a sharp punctuation mark that brought Asorth to her knees.

Arthur's grip on Asorth's hand remained unyielding, his eyes locked onto her as the dust settled around them.

Once again, his gaze fell upon that peculiar sight—the positioning of her hand on the ground between her thighs.

Her heavy breaths mingled with faint, involuntary moans that escaped her lips as she struggled to find her voice.

"H...how are you so strong? You completely… manhandled me~." Her words emerged as a fragile whisper, laden with both awe and vulnerability.

Her gaze remained fixated on the ground beneath her, unwilling or unable to meet his eyes. "Are...are you going to punish me now?~ I… I won't let you~." The question hung in the air, laced with an undeniable tension.

Arthur's expression shifted from one of bewilderment to a sudden, heavy realization. His eyes, once sharp and calculating, seemed to lose focus. It was a moment of revelation that washed over him like a tidal wave, a stark awareness of a truth that had eluded him until now.

Around them, the audience watched in stunned silence, mirroring the same expression that Arthur wore.

Although they couldn't quite hear what Asorth was saying, her actions and body movement… left questions unanswered.