The world burned.
Screams echoed through crumbling walls, smoke pouring through shattered windows.
Gunfire cracked across the rubble like fireworks from hell.
"Take cover!" someone screamed, but it was already too late.
An explosion lit the night sky orange.
Then red.
Then black.
Aexl couldn't breathe.
His boots skidded across bloodied concrete, body hitting the ground hard.
Dust and screams filled his lungs.
Earth.
Home.
A war he never won.
"Stay down!"
Another explosion.
Shrapnel tore past his cheek.
Then…
Soft light.
A sudden shift.
The battlefield melted into something gentle, quiet.
A scent he knew.
Lavender.
Jasmine.
A voice.
Familiar.
Warm.
He turned his head.
She stood there.
His wife.
The memory of her.
Radiant hair, cascading from deep sapphire to violet, glowing in the dreamlight.
She smiled — the kind of smile that held entire years inside it.
Aexl reached for her.
But just as his fingers brushed her hand…
The light dimmed.
The warmth twisted.
Her smile flickered.
Then vanished.
In her place…
Lyssa.
Naked.
Her lips descending toward him with slow, deliberate hunger.
The stream still dripping from her skin, her breath hot, her lips wrapping around
"No..."
His eyes widened.
It wasn't Lyssa anymore.
It was the orc warlord.
That twisted face, grinning wide, tusks bared..
He gasped.
Shot upright.
Sheets clung to his back.
His breathing was ragged.
The air… wasn't smoky anymore.
He was in bed.
Eldenthyr.
Safe.
But something was wrong.
Something warm still wrapped around him.
A head.
Moving gently.
His gaze drifted downward.
Not a dream.
Juvia.
On her knees.
Purple hair glowing in the morning light.
Eyes closed.
Focused.
Devoted.
Her maid dress was undone just enough to make it dangerous, but she hadn't removed a thing. The apron still hugged her waist, the cloth folded neatly behind her like she had prepared everything — including herself.
She hadn't said a word. She couldn't
But her message was clear.
Every restraint she held yesterday had unraveled.
Her lips moved with practiced rhythm, not rushed… but not shy either.
There was a hunger to it — not just physical, but something deeper.
The kind that builds when someone waits too long.
The kind that aches.
Aexl gritted his teeth.
His mind raced.
He could stop her.
He should.
But her warmth was real.
Her presence was real.
And after everything…
Maybe he didn't want to stop it.
Not yet.
Aexl's body tensed, that sharp string sensation pulling tight in his core. His breathing grew rough, short bursts forcing through clenched teeth.
"Mmnhh… mmmphhh…" Juvia moaned around his shaft, her eyes glazed, drowning in pleasure. Her cheeks flushed as her hand slid under her apron, fingers moving frantically between her legs. The wet sound of her touch mixed with the slick, messy rhythm of her lips on his cock.
Slrp… slrp… chhup…
She wasn't just pleasing him. She was pleasuring herself, her hips jerking slightly as her fingers worked faster.
Aexl's instincts surged. Women like this, trembling with need, didn't just want softness. They needed control.
His hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her down further.
"Ghhk—mmmphhh…!" she gagged lightly, eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gave in, her throat tightening around him.
"Take it," he growled, pressing her harder against his length.
The pressure snapped.
"Ahh—fuck…" His voice broke as he erupted deep inside her mouth.
Spurt… spurt…
Thick streams of cum filled her throat. She swallowed desperately, gulp after gulp, but it was too much. Some spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin in messy streaks.
"Mmmmhh…!" she moaned again, muffled by the flood, her own body shuddering violently. Her thighs squeezed together, hips jerking as she came against her own fingers.
Shlk… shlk… ahhnn…
Her eyes rolled back for a moment, then slowly refocused, hazy and lost in satisfaction.
Then reality crashed back.
Her lips slipped free with a wet pop.
Pwahhh…
She gasped for breath, staring at him with wide, trembling eyes, then wiped her mouth quickly with the back of her hand.
Panic flooded her face. Without saying a word, she scrambled up, apron fluttering as she rushed to the door.
The wood creaked open.
Then slammed shut.
The room fell quiet except for Aexl's ragged breaths. His cock still twitched, glistening from her lips and his seed.
Then… he noticed continuous…
Buzz.
The Ephone pulsed on the table, glowing like it had been waiting.
To report something but outside the door there is more intensity that is happening
As Juvia legs trembled the moment she staggered out of his room. She pressed her back against the wall, sliding halfway down until she was kneeling again, her chest heaving.
There had been no actual touch to her body from him… yet her climax had been as sharp and blinding as if he had. The second his hand had gripped her head and forced her down, the surge ripped through her.
Why… why did it feel so good…?
Her fingers curled against her thighs, still shaking. The taste of his cum clung thick on her tongue, salty and hot, the texture still coating the back of her throat no matter how much she swallowed.
"Mmmhh… haaahh…" A whimper slipped free, shameful and needy at once.
She licked her lips without meaning to.
The flavor lingered.
It was him. Aexl.
The man she was supposed to serve.
And yet the thought of it being him made her thighs press together.
Tight. Needy.
As if her body was already begging for more.
Just from his presence…
Just from him holding me…
I broke.
The moment flashed in her mind.
She had just stepped out from the bath, towel pressed over her damp hair, returning quietly to her room.
Then she heard it.
A voice. Muffled but frantic.
Shouting.
"...No... no, pull back..."
Juvia froze in the hallway. The sound had come from just a few steps ahead.
The room across from hers.
She had never noticed it before, but now it hit her like a jolt.
The general sleeps directly across from me...?
She brushed the thought aside as her instincts kicked in.
Without thinking, she opened the door.
What she saw stunned her.
Aexl was trembling, eyes closed, sweating all over
Face contorted in panic.
His back arched slightly, his fists gripping the sheets like he was still on a battlefield.
Shouting again.
"No... no, pull back... pull back—"
He was caught in a nightmare.
Without hesitation, she rushed forward.
She knelt by the bed and cupped his face.
"Shh... General... It's okay."
Her voice was soft. Almost maternal.
She pulled him into her arms, letting his head rest against her chest.
He melted into her like a child seeking shelter from thunder.
His breathing slowed. His muscles relaxed.
The terror etched into his face finally faded.
But then...
Her gaze drifted lower.
And she saw it.
Something rising beneath his trousers.
Big. Hard. Proud.
Pushing against the fabric like it wanted to tear free.
His cock — stiff and unrelenting — pulsed against the cloth.
Her eyes widened.
She felt the heat again.
Despite just coming out of the bath, her body flared hot all over.
Her core clenched. Her thighs pressed tighter.
No… not again…
She looked away. Tried to breathe.
But her hands had already started reaching.
Her mouth was dry. Her cheeks flushed.
The ache between her legs returned like a wave crashing down.
"What do I do...?"
She whispered it to no one.
Juvia buried her face in her hands.
Torn between guilt and hunger.
Her heart raced like a drum.
Her core still twitching from the climax she hadn't meant to have.
Juvia forced herself up, legs unsteady, her palms braced against the wall. Every step toward her quarters felt heavy, her thighs still weak, her lips still tingling with the taste she couldn't erase.
She slipped inside her room and shut the door, back pressed hard against it.
Her chest rose and fell.
Her body still ached, restless.
Her thoughts… unravelling.
I can't… I can't stop this.
Her hands trembled as she touched her lips again. The heat returned instantly, curling in her belly.
She bit back a moan, pressing her fist against her mouth, fighting to contain it.
But one truth lingered sharper than shame.
The more she served him, the more she wanted him.
And soon… she would not be able to hold back.
Her knees gave out again, and she sank to the floor, trembling in silence.
And in the room across the hall
Dismiss the alarm Buzz.
The Ephone lit the room with a cold blue glow, its screen flashing a new message:
[A Trigger Condition Has Been Detected]
"Huh…? What the hell…"
Aexl blinked, still trouser down, staring at the glowing Ephone screen.
Another unlock?
Without hesitation, he tapped the alert.
The interface shifted — still the same five-page layout. Ten unit slots per page. Silhouettes hidden in swirling dark mist.
But something was different now.
Down at the bottom:
[H-Lords]
[ ??? ]
[ ??? ]
[ ??? ]
[Unit Locked – Condition Not Met]
There was no hint.
No name.
Just one word new to Aexl's eyes:
[Evaluation: 20%]
He paused. Squinted.
Some slots had 20%.
Others showed 10%.
One even glowed faintly at 1%.
As if… they were watching him.
Tracking him.
Aexl narrowed his eyes.
This wasn't like the previous unlock with Selene.
He had thought physical contact — sex, intimacy — was the trigger.
That dominating or capturing a woman's heart would summon a new unit.
But this…
This was different.
There was a condition now.
Unspoken.
Ongoing.
They're evaluating me…
Not just conquest.
Not just lust.
Something deeper.
As if the H-Lords themselves were choosing who was worthy to summon them.
Aexl frowned.
He had expected a full unlock after what just happened — just like Selene. But no summon appeared.
"So no summon…" he muttered.
Then he glanced down, still naked, his cock softening after what Juvia had done.
As he pulled his trousers back up, a thought sparked.
Wait… summon?
He hurriedly tapped the Ephone again.
[H-Lords]
Berserker Unit – Arme…
Unlocked – Condition Met
[Hint: Capture a Wild Maiden's Heart]
Summoning Complete (Tap to Summon)
"There it is."
He grinned.
His finger hovered, ready to tap — but then paused.
He looked around the room.
Blanket half-thrown. Towel on the floor
Juvia's saliva still streaked across the edge.
His own cum drying on the bedsheets.
"…Tch."
He wasn't about to summon a legendary warrior into this mess.
Not with the battlefield still sticky.
He stepped back, arms crossed.
Those were battle-hardened units — and Aexl had a good idea what this Berserker unit was.
Teutoburg Pass.
A legendary stronghold.
And the name…
Arme…
It had to be Armenius, the berserker commander — the ghost of Germania, whose ambush slaughtered the imperial army or Rome.
In War Dominion I, Lords never fought directly. They were buffers. Station them in a proper territory and you'd gain access to more of their unique unit class.
Base unit size: 100.
He could almost see them now.
A hundred berserkers.
I won't need the villagers anymore…
His grin widened.
Manpower? Irrelevant.
Risk? Minimal.
The traps would still be useful.
But Eldenthyr was about to become a forward operating base.
He pictured it now.
Lyssa scrambling to host a feast.
Food. Wine. Ale. Meat.
"Prepare it all," he whispered in amusement.
"This is victory sealed."
He laughed, a low, satisfied chuckle.
Then cleaned the room.
Sheets replaced.
Floor swept.
Armor stacked neatly against the wall.
The sun had already risen high — closer to noon.
His stomach rumbled, but he ignored it.
Instead, he stepped forward, holding the Ephone like a war banner.
Tapped the screen.
(Summon)
His voice was low but sharp.
"Come, my warrior. Serve me once more."