The next morning, my phone buzzed with a message from Akane.
Dark Ruby 💥: Master! Aoi's being super weird! She's just sitting there reading a fashion mag and said my workout was "excessively loud." WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?! And you said you had plans for "others." That means me, right?! Is it my turn?! 👀
I chuckled and typed back. "Your turn. Meet me at the abandoned factory west of the city. Special one-on-one training."
The reply was almost instant.
Dark Ruby 💥: AN ABANDONED FACTORY?! ONE-ON-ONE TRAINING?! HELL YEAH! THAT'S WAY BETTER THAN SOME BORING MOVIE! I'M GONNA GET SO STRONG! I'M ON MY WAY, MASTER! DON'T START WITHOUT ME! 🔥💪
I headed to the factory. It was a huge, crumbling mess of rust and concrete, a leftover from the city's old industrial park. Perfect for what I had planned. No one would hear the noises and screaming.
I didn't have to wait long. I heard her coming, the sound of feet pounding on pavement, and then she just vaulted over the crumbling outer wall like it was nothing.
She was already in her workout gear: shorts and a sports top, and her face was flushed, her eyes blazing with excitement.
"Master! I'm here!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the huge, empty space.
"This place is awesome! So, what's the plan? Are we gonna fight?"
"You gonna teach me a secret move? Are we gonna blow something up?!" She was practically vibrating. "Just tell me what to punch!"
"We're going to fight," I said, my tentacles uncoiling around me. "You've been on a winning streak with the team, Akane, against... small fries villains and monsters. It's making you cocky and reckless."
"So today's lesson is simple: how to fight an opponent you absolutely cannot beat."
Akane's grin just widened. The sight of my tentacles didn't scare her; it just made her more excited. "Impossible to beat? Heh. You say that like it's a bad thing, Master!"
"There's no such thing as an opponent I can't punch!" She immediately transformed, her workout clothes vanishing in a flash of red energy, replaced by the spiky armor of Dark Ruby.
Her fists crackled with power. "Alright, Master! Bring it on!"
She didn't wait for an invitation. With a battle cry, she launched herself into the air, fist pulled back for a flying punch. "RUBY SMASH!"
I didn't even move. A single, thick tentacle shot up from the concrete floor, faster than she could react. It didn't block her punch, just caught it in the air. The red energy around her fist fizzled out as the tentacle absorbed the entire impact.
Aoi just dangled there for a second, her fist buried in the unyielding flesh, her eyes wide with total disbelief.
Before she could even process that, two more tentacles shot out, wrapping tightly around her waist and ankles. She was trapped, helpless, in mid-air.
"Every time you lose," I said, my voice low, "the punishment will be one climax." One of my tentacles slithered down, hooking into the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down. Another immediately took its place, pressing against her cunt.
Akane's eyes went wide, a mix of outrage and dawning excitement. "Punishment?! That's not fair! This is training!"
"And… wait, a climax?! That's a weird-ass punishment!" Her tough talk dissolved into a sharp gasp as the tentacle found its mark.
"H-Hey! Cut it out! I'm trying to fight here! This doesn't count as losing! I haven't even surrendered!"
Her words dissolved into a frustrated groan as the pleasure built, fast and overwhelming. The tentacle's movements became more targeted, merciless.
"N-No… Not yet… I can… I can still fight…" she panted, but it was a losing battle. A helpless cry was torn from her as her first orgasm hit, a full-body spasm that left her limp and trembling in the tentacles' grip.
I loosened their hold and walked over, offering her an energy drink. "Five-minute break, then we go again," I said, patting her on the head. "Try harder next time."
The tentacles gently lowered the trembling, gasping Akane to the dusty factory floor. She sat there for a moment, dazed, her face bright red.
She snatched the energy drink, her hand shaking a little.
"That wasn't a fight," she panted, getting to her feet and leaning against a rusty pillar. "That was bullshit."
A new fire was burning in her eyes. "Five minutes. Fine. But next round, I'm not holding back. And you better not go easy on me, Master."
I waited patiently for three minutes.
While she was still catching her breath, I sent a tentacle crawling through the shadows behind her.
A single, needle-sharp point pricked the back of her heel. A wave of warmth shot up her leg, followed by a dizzying rush. The aphrodisiac. A much stronger dose this time.
Her eyes went wide. The can she'd been crushing clattered to the floor. Her legs gave out from under her. "Wh-What…? But, the break… you said…"
A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. Lesson number two: the enemy won't always play fair.
"Come on," I taunted, sitting on a pile of rubble nearby. "Is the mighty Akane too weak to keep going?"
Akane glared at me, her teeth gritting. Her body was screaming with a chemically-induced need, but her warrior spirit refused to fold.
"I'm… not weak!" With a roar of pure frustration, she forced herself back to her feet. She transformed again, the red energy swirling around her, more chaotic and unstable than before. "I can still fight!"
She tried to summon her power, but it just sputtered. She couldn't focus.
With another frustrated cry, she abandoned her powers and just charged at me, a wild, desperate tackle.