“I see… You better hold on tight then.” I stood and reached behind her back with one hand and under her sensual thighs with the other, and used my wind powers to rocket toward the skies with breakneck speed.
“Kyaaaaa!! Just what the hell is your class?!” she cried cutely.
“Who knows…”
“I told you my class, it’s only fair for you to do the same!”
Although her logic was pretty solid… “Life is not fair, Kitsara.”
“Hmph!” After an adorable snort, Kitsara looked down from my arms, and her eyes began sparkling excitedly. “Amazing! I can see so many little people, they’re like insects!”
“You got night vision?” I asked with surprise. Thanks to the primordial eyes I gained during the small bodily transformation I underwent when unlocking the Primordial Villain class, I could see in the dark. I didn’t think she was the same.
“Hehe, I do!” I couldn’t help but sense a great pride in Kitsara’s tone. “Foxkin are great generalists, we’re basically the humans of the beastkin people… Just not as boring as you…”
Would you look at this woman? She’s already acting all smug with me.
Not bothered by my thoughts, she continued, “We have a good sense of smell that’s weaker than a dogkin’s but still very useful, we have night vision, we have high intelligence and great affinity for strategizing, and if that wasn’t enough, we have amazing hearing capabilities!”
“This does indeed paint your race in rather favorable colors.”
“Rightfully so!” Kitsara nodded along with a wide grin adorning her pretty lips.
Honestly, it felt like a bit of humbling would do her some good, this woman was just too smug. I took it upon myself to teach her some important life lessons.
“Since you’re so good at everything, I can’t help but wonder if you also have the catkin’s ability to always land on their feet.”
“Huh? Catkin have no such ability-” Kitsara was caught off guard in the middle of her explanation when I let go of her. Our eyes met for the briefest moment before gravity activated itself and began dragging her toward the ground.
“YOU BASTAAAAAAARD!!” she cried with complete disbelief, fury was evident in all her features.
Her arms flailed at first, but she quickly steadied herself, enough to lift both hands in the air and flip me off with not one, but two middle fingers. If looks could kill, I’d be a pile of gory remains by now.
I smirked at her rage, especially when I noticed she wasn’t screaming in terror. No, this woman was just royally pissed.
Then, she activated [Veil of Deception].
Her hands shimmered before morphing into graceful, semi-transparent wings. They weren’t real—merely an optical trick given form—but they worked. Kitsara’s illusions had always leaned toward deception, yet they weren’t entirely false either.
She had already demonstrated an ability to elongate her ears and tail at will, subtly shifting parts of her body through illusion magic that bent reality rather than simply disguising it. Her wings followed a similar principle. They weren’t flesh and bone, but the magic supporting them wasn’t just for show—it manipulated the air itself, allowing her to stay aloft.
It wasn’t true shapeshifting. Not yet. But it hinted at the potential lurking within her magic. If she kept developing, her illusions might one day become more than just tricks of the eye. I firmly believed they could become real.
Kitsara flapped her wings hard against the air, wildly struggling to stabilize herself. At first, she spiraled out of control, nearly crashing into a tall building. But she gritted her teeth and corrected her posture. Slowly, her descent evened out, turning into a shaky glide.
Then, with a determined grin, she soared back up toward me. Her golden eyes were burning with the desire for revenge.
“Oh-ho?” I raised an amused eyebrow at the sight. “The little foxy wants payback?”
Just as she got within striking distance, I casually parted my arms—
*BOOM!*
A giant whirlwind slammed into her face, sending her spinning backward like a ragdoll.
“GAH—!!”
Kitsara tumbled through the air while flailing her wings helplessly like a fly caught in a tornado. Her illusion wings were no match for my [Wind Creation & Manipulation], she was completely outmatched. Just as so, she was hurtling dangerously close to the ground.
I let her fall right up until the last second.
Then, with a flick of my wrist, I reversed the winds.
The gusts suddenly pulled her back up, yanking her toward me at high speed. She barely had time to process what was happening before…
*Thud!*
She crashed directly into my arms, landing in the same princess-holding position she was in beforehand.
For a moment, Kitsara just lay there, stunned to her very core. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace from the adrenaline. Then, realization dawned in her golden eyes.
“You! You!!”
Her face twisted in an adorable pout as she started banging her fists against my chest.
“You absolute, utter, irredeemable—!! You’re playing with a royal princess, you know?! Mean son of a bitch!”
I chuckled as she kept punching me, letting me know she was not a Strength stat prioritizer. She seemed to be a Magic stat abuser with a healthy dose of Agility and a sprinkle of Vitality to back her up in dire situations.
Then… I noticed it.
The deep shade of pink spreading across her cheeks. Her breathing was faster. Her pupils were dilated. Her tail quivered.
I raised an eyebrow.
Ah.
So that’s how it was.
She wasn’t just flustered from the near-death experience. She was horny.
The thrill—the danger—the rush of falling from the sky… it had turned her on.
“Enjoyed yourself, Kitsara?”
“Sh-Shut up!” she shot back, turning even redder as the banging of her fists against my chest increased in their intensity.
“The royal princess of the dogkin people gets horny from the thrill of near-death experiences.”
“Kya! Shut your mouth, bastard!! Someone will hear!”
“We’re high in the skies, Miss Cunning and Intelligent… You know, I might not be dogkin, but even I can smell your rampaging lady juices now. You’re honestly quite hopeless… Not even I or the battle-junkie of a samurai woman of mine get horny at the thought of death.”
“Blasphemy!! I’m not horny!”
*Sniff, sniff*
“Stop sniffing me!! How can you be so rude?!” Kitsara yelled while using her hands to push my head away from her crotch.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted all this while? You presented yourself in front of me all hot and bothered on purpose. You’re acting very contradictory, woman.”
*Sniff*
“Yep, you’re oozing female nectar,” I said after a final inhale. Naturally, she had no Strength to push my head away.
A bashful expression overcame her features as she shouted, “Okay, I’m horny as hell! Happy?!”
“Honesty is a good trait, Kitsara. I’m proud of you.”
She scoffed, “Stop acting as if you were my doting father right after sniffing my privates! Shameless bastard!”
But instead of remaining angry, she stole a few glances at my face. She blinked repeatedly, uncertainty was written all over her before she asked while biting into her lower lips with evident need, “Are you still not… hungry?”
A wry smile found its way to my lips. “Just how badly do you want me to ravage you? And you dare call me shameless…”
“Are you gay?”
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