The swordsmanship hall was on the camp's north side, once Star Plaza's grand reception hall. You could ride horses in here, let alone practice swords.
It was Ritchie's first time here. The hall was practically Lina's personal domain. Everyone in the squad had their own space—this plaza was massive.
Glancing around, Ritchie felt uneasy. Fucking here? No way.
As a reception hall, it was open on all sides, with a three-story atrium offering clear views from every angle. A massive glass dome overhead let sunlight pour in.
This was the definition of broad daylight.
Having sex here felt like inviting an audience. It was weird as hell.
"Can we… go somewhere else?" Ritchie asked, uneasy.
"What's wrong with here?" Lina replied softly. "No one's watching. Besides, what's to hide? You're here to learn swordsmanship."
Her hand grazed his crotch. "First, I'll teach you how to draw your sword."
A rip sounded. His fencing armor tore, and his cock sprang out, rigid.
"That's a fine sword," Lina purred, stroking it.
"You don't use it often," she said, her expert touch gauging his experience. "Don't worry, I'll teach you plenty of tricks."
Unlike Isabella or Rosa, Lina had no intention of using her mouth. Maybe another time. For now, she wanted her own pleasure.
"The key to swordsmanship is the thrust. That's today's lesson."
As she spoke, she tugged at her own armor, ripping it open—a larger tear, from her pubic bone to her lower back. With a slight move, her ass cheeks peeked out.
Wrapping her arms around Ritchie's neck, Lina coiled her right leg around his waist like a python. Without needing to aim, his cock slid into her pussy.
Ritchie gasped. It felt different. Lina's pussy was alive, pulling him in without effort. When he hit her depths, her entrance tightened like a ring, clamping him.
The tender flesh at her core swirled, a tiny mouth sucking his tip. It was pure ecstasy.
"Why aren't you moving? Don't you want to learn?" Lina teased with a giggle.
Ritchie flushed. He thrust with his hips, but to his shock, he couldn't pull out. Her pussy gripped him like iron. Lina's giggles deepened his embarrassment.
He'd been played! More shocking was the gap in their strength. He was using his core power!
"I'll go easy on you. Thrust hard," Lina said, laughing. Her abdomen rippled, loosening her grip slightly.
Even so, pulling out was tough. He managed halfway, ready to push back in, when Lina licked his ear and purred, "All the way out, then in. Your hips are weak. Train harder."
Ritchie had no retort. He followed her command.
Sex with Lina was the most intense, the most exhilarating. Her pussy was impossibly tight, writhing slowly, its tender walls brushing his cock and tip into ecstasy. The ring at her entrance gripped him, but the real marvel was deep inside: a tiny mouth.
Rosa's depths had one too, her cervix, but it only sucked during climax, clamping his tip. Lina, somehow, kept hers active, always sucking and wriggling. The sensation defied description.
Ritchie fumbled with Lina's fencing armor buttons on the right side.
Giggling, Lina let him, lifting her hips to guide his cock deeper.
He peeled off her thick top, but it wouldn't come off, as it was connected to the pants. Frustrated, he yanked it to her waist.
Lina's upper body was bare, her figure stunning. Petite but curvaceous, her breasts were large, round, and perky, with small pink nipples and coin-sized areolas.
Ritchie, obsessed with breasts, cupped them. Too big to hold, they were soft, elastic, flawless. He kneaded gently, savoring their perfect give.
Leaning in to suck, he was stopped by a light slap from Lina. "Play all you want, but keep your mouth off," she warned.
Frustrated, Ritchie let go of her breasts. Wanting to one-up her, he slid his hand to her pussy.
Lina's pussy was gorgeous. Despite her many lovers, it was pink and pristine. Her plump mound, adorned with neat red pubic hair, looked like a maple leaf. Her pea-sized clit, a pearl in a clam, was the only hint of her intense desire.
Ritchie pinched it, applying his practiced techniques.
"Mmm…" Lina reacted instantly, then hummed sweetly. "You started this, little guy. Don't blame me for fighting back. Let's see who's better."
She inhaled softly.
Ritchie shuddered. Her pussy tightened, its writhing intensified. The single ring became three, stroking his cock like fingers. The deep mouth sucked, chewed, and ground, waves of pleasure overwhelming him.
Unwilling to lose, Ritchie unleashed every trick he knew.
The open atrium echoed with their moans, mingling in a rhythmic "Mmm… mmm… mmm…"
"Harder… yes… harder… fuck me… deeper…"
Ritchie thrust hard, his cock throbbing with waves of pleasure, but release was blocked, trapped inside.
"Fuck me hard… I love it… fuck this slut to death… ram your big cock in me… wreck my pussy… If you can, I'm yours," Lina babbled, her words wild, maybe true, maybe not. Her frenzied expression drove Ritchie to pound harder.
After half an hour, Lina's moans grew shrill.
"Oh… oh… I'm yours… I'm a slut… fuck me hard… ruin this whore… I'm your slave… your sex slave…"
With a scream, Lina turned feral, her red hair a wild mess, her face a mix of rage, pain, addiction, and daze.
Ritchie was electrified, but more thrilled that Lina had climaxed.
Taking a deep breath, he activated his technique.
To his shock, no life energy came. Lina's was too pure, too solid to siphon.
"Not bad. You made me come. It's been a while," Lina said, already composed, her face radiant, cheeks flushed, no trace of fatigue. "Keep it up. See how many times you can make me come. Do well, and I'll reward you," she teased, her hips moving again.
Ritchie had no words, only more thrusting.
The afternoon was her "guidance." They switched positions a dozen times—standing, against a pillar, then on the floor.
Sex with her was thrilling but exhausting. Her tight pussy demanded effort, her stamina endless. She'd climax, recover instantly, and push him to keep going.
Ritchie was spent, lying flat, letting Lina take over. He got why they called her the "Juicer." She wouldn't stop until he was drained.
Yet he was frustrated. Despite peaking, he couldn't come. Something wanted out, but it wouldn't.
Lina was pissed too. She'd handled stronger men, but this kid outlasted them. Failing to break him would tarnish her nickname.
Glancing up, she saw the time. Enough.
She pulled his cock out and stood. "Lesson's over. We'll continue tomorrow."
Ritchie, limp, groaned, "More training…"
"Don't worry, I'll talk to Diana," she said, then grinned mischievously. "Or I'll tell her to make you my apprentice."
"You wanted that before," Ritchie reminded her.
Lina tapped Ritchie's forehead, grinning. "If I told them we fucked, they wouldn't object to you being my apprentice."
"No!" Ritchie panicked.
Lina smirked, pleased. "Relax, I'm joking. I've got no interest in teaching. It's thankless. I'd rather spend time getting stronger."
She stretched, then frowned. "I overdid it today. Fucking you is exhausting, but damn, it's good. Stay in my room at night, how's that?"
Ritchie paled, sweating. "That's… not good."
"I know what you're scared of," Lina said, scheming. "I'm on duty one night a week. Go home first, then come to me after eight. No one will know."
Ritchie was tempted, but her next words nearly floored him.
Clenching her fists, Lina growled, "I'm pissed I didn't make you come. Next time, I'll make you shoot six times."
Her dead-serious look gave Ritchie a sense of dread.
Leaving the camp, he was still shaken. Lina was terrifying.
But he was also confused. He was sure the issue wasn't lack of stimulation. Even the Juicer couldn't make him come. The problem was him.
It had to be his cultivation technique. Too late to change now, as core techniques were permanent. He practiced a second, compatible one as a backup, but switching would mean scrapping his current fighting aura and starting over. Impossible.
Focusing inward, he checked. His aura had grown stronger.
Fucking Lina all afternoon, he'd hit pleasure's peak countless times. If he could come, he'd be too weak to move. Lina climaxed five or six times, letting him siphon plenty of life energy.
Her energy was purer—five or six times stronger than Rosa's, and far more abundant. Rosa had stumbled after their session, but Lina, despite greater loss, seemed unfazed.
Ritchie sensed Lina was far stronger than she let on.
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