Starting With an SSS-Rank Goddess Summon!

Sure, the punishment deal had sounded cute and appealing the first and second time.

Getting kissed by an SSS-Rank gorgeous pirate after making a mistake during sword practice sounded like a dream come true for any man on Earth.

But the reality of Morwenna’s ”punishment” was a complete nightmare.

A horrific memory from ten minutes ago flashed vividly through Silas’s mind.

During their third clash, Silas had miscalculated the rotational frequency of his water film, allowing Morwenna’s cutlass to chop his wooden blade in half.

The moment his sword broke, Morwenna let out a triumphant pirate cheer, lunged forward, and wrapped her long muscular fingers around his right butt cheek.

She hadn’t just given him a playful affectionate pinch.

With her unsuppressed SSS-Rank physical strength, Morwenna had grabbed his butt cheek so violently hard that Silas felt like his gluteus maximus was being compressed inside an industrial hydraulic vise.

It hurt so badly that tears had literally welled up in the corners of his eyes!

And worse yet... her kissing was garbage.

Morwenna had zero romantic finesse, zero soft delicacy, and zero understanding of how a human mouth functioned.

When she had pulled his face down to kiss him as a penalty, she had slammed her teeth directly against his lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with the raw chaotic force of a cannonball tearing through a ship’s hull.

... She didn’t know when to stop, she didn’t know how to breathe, and during her enthusiastic unrefined wrestling for dominance, she had gripped his tongue so aggressively that Silas felt like his tongue was about to get physically ripped out of his throat.

There was nothing he could do about it...

Against an immortal who possessed raw physical strength that could shatter battlecruisers, Silas was completely helpless whenever she locked her hands around his face.

’My ass cheek is literally bruised...’ Silas cried silently in his own mind with his teeth grinding together as he parried another strike. ’And my tongue is still numb! If I lose one more clash, she’s going to tear my lower lip off!’

ZIP!

Silas drove his back boot into the stone floor, executing a high-speed backward dash to create distance.

Morwenna’s gray eyes sparkled with playful disappointment as she watched him retreat.

She glided forward, her boots moving with fluid ocean-wave grace as she closed the gap effortlessly.

”Where are you going, Captain?” Morwenna teased, her raspy voice dripping with mischievous amusement.

CLANG! CLANG!

Their wooden swords collided two more times in rapid succession.

Silas was forced completely onto the defensive, sweeping his blade in tight circular parries just to deflect her relentless pressure.

”Come on, be a good boy for your master,” Morwenna coaxed, offering him a broad toothy smirk. ”Just drop your guard and let me kiss you again.”

Morwenna stepped in, bringing her wooden sword around in a heavy horizontal execution slash meant to shear through his blade.

Silas’s Gold Core instincts flared.

Instead of meeting her strike head-on, Silas ducked his head low, letting her high-frequency blade whistle harmlessly inches above his dark hair.

SWOOSH!

While crouching beneath her swing, Silas drove his right heel into the granite and thrust his wooden longsword upward in a sharp, rising counter-cut aimed directly at her chest.

Morwenna’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Rather than blocking his rising strike with her cutlass which would have resulted in a heavy weapon clash... she smoothly leaned her upper body backward, executing an effortless backflip to disengage, landing lightly on her boots four paces away.

She stood there with her chest heaving softly under her leather tunic, staring at Silas with a complex conflicted expression in her stormy gray eyes.

Morwenna knew that if she had allowed her cutlass to collide with his rising blade just now... Silas’s high-frequency water sheath might have actually succeeded in repelling her strike.

’He’s improving way too quickly...’ Morwenna thought internally with her brow furrowing slightly as she looked at her Captain.

A subtle conflicting emotion churned inside her chest.

On one hand, her heart swelled with immense pride. Silas was the man she loved, the Lord she had chosen to serve, and seeing him absorb her centuries of refined martial arts in a matter of hours was proof of his genius.

On the other hand... it was slightly invalidating to her pride as a swordmaster.

She had spent centuries on the roaring high seas, fighting kraken lords and navy admirals, bleeding and sweating to perfect every nuance of the Tidal-Blade Arts... and Silas was picking up the mechanics after a few practice swings.

And more importantly... if he kept improving at this ridiculous rate, the spar was going to end.

’If he doesn’t make any more mistakes...’ Morwenna thought, her eyes dropping to the firm broad shape of his lower waist, ’then I won’t get to grab his butt anymore.’

Morwenna’s lips pouted slightly.

She genuinely enjoyed grabbing and squeezing his rear... It felt firm, muscular, and incredibly satisfying in her palms.

’Besides...’ Morwenna pondered in her own mind, thoroughly puzzled, ’I enjoy my butt being grabbed and squeezed by him... so shouldn’t he enjoy it when I do it to him? Why isn’t he moaning like I do? Why is he looking at me like I’m a demon coming to collect a debt?’

She tilted her head with her thoughts drifting to her kissing technique.

’And is my kissing really that bad...?’ Morwenna wondered innocently. ’I’m putting all my passion into it! I’m giving him 100% of my strength!’

Regardless of her internal confusion, Morwenna raised her wooden sword once more, her gray eyes flashing with playful determination.

”Let’s go again, Captain!” Morwenna called out, dropping back into her stance.

Silas didn’t reply to her teasing.

He stood five paces away with his golden-ringed eyes laser-focused on her wooden sword and the paper-thin high-frequency film of water spinning around its edge.

’As long as her sword stays intact...’ Silas calculated silently in his mind, his lips pressing into a thin determined line, ’I am in constant danger of getting my ass cheek mauled and my tongue ripped out.’

He had to end this spar... And he had to end it right now...!

STOMP!

Silas exploded forward across the granite floor with his wooden longsword humming with high-frequency water mana.

CLANG! BANG! ZZZZT!

The two warriors engaged in a high-speed exchange of sword strikes.

Wooden blades blurred through the damp vault air, leaving trails of pressurized water mist and blue light in their wake.

However, as the clash continued, Silas’s sharp mind noticed a glaring pattern in Morwenna’s movements.

Whenever Silas executed a strike that carried enough rotational force to potentially break her blade, Morwenna didn’t parry... she fluidly stepped back, dodged, or redirected his momentum.

She was deliberately avoiding any clash that could bring the spar to a conclusive end, deliberately dragging out the match so she could find another opening to punish him.

’She’s stalling on purpose...’ Silas thought with his eyebrows twitching in sheer exasperation. ’She’s actively hunting for a flaw so she can grab my rear again!’

Silas thinned his lips, his mind working at light speed to devise a solution.

’If she refuses to engage in a direct blade-breaking clash... then I’ll just have to force her into one. I need to trap her...’

Silas’s golden eyes glinted with wicked cunning strategy.

WHOOSH!

Mid-swing, Silas deliberately loosened his grip on his hilt by a fraction of an inch.

His lead foot dragged slightly against the stone floor, making his upper body sway as if his physical stamina was rapidly flagging.

He feigned a blunder.

Morwenna’s sharp gray eyes caught his sudden ”stumble” instantly.

But as an experienced veteran, she didn’t immediately bite.

She maintained her distance, executing a cautious probing sweep with her cutlass to test if it was a trap.

Silas anticipated her caution.

He didn’t rush the play.

Over the next three sword exchanges, Silas deliberately allowed his water film to wobble, letting out heavy gasps of breath, making his footwork appear increasingly sluggish and exhausted.

Morwenna watched his ragged breathing and wobbly stance with her cautious restraint completely evaporating.

’He’s tired!’ Morwenna realized in her mind, her heart leaping with pure, unadulterated joy. ’His core reserves are flagging! It’s time!’

Morwenna couldn’t resist the temptation any longer... She completely threw her defensive caution to the wind, stepping forward with an explosive surge of footwork.

She brought her wooden cutlass back, preparing a heavy downward execution strike meant to shatter his weakened guard with her mind already anticipating the glorious feeling of her palms squeezing his firm butt cheeks once more.

’Got you, Captain!’ Morwenna cheered internally.

FWOOSH!

Morwenna brought her cutlass crashing down with maximum speed.

At that exact second—

The sluggish exhausted look on Silas’s face instantly vanished...

A confident and thoroughly wicked grin spread across his sharp features.

’No, Morwenna...’ Silas thought, his golden eyes blazing with golden light. ’Got YOU!’

Silas didn’t retreat... He tightened his calloused grip around his hilt like an iron vise, channeling a massive concentrated surge of his Gold Core mana directly into the wooden blade.

ZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Silas didn’t just maintain his water film... he violently accelerated the rotational velocity of his high-frequency water sheath by three hundred percent!

During their previous clashes, Silas had reached a profound physical realization regarding fluid dynamics.

High-frequency water rotation wasn’t just an offensive cutting tool.

If the rotational speed of the liquid film was raised to an extreme frequency, it created a centrifugal barrier.

When an opposing rotational blade struck it, the mismatched directional velocity would cause the incoming weapon to violently bounce off.

KA-BOOM!

Morwenna’s downward cutlass strike slammed flush into Silas’s hyper-accelerated water blade.

The moment the two high-frequency water films collided, the extreme difference in rotational velocity generated a violent backlash.

BANG!

Morwenna’s wooden cutlass was violently repelled backward.

The sudden overwhelming shockwave traveled up her arm, completely shattering her grip alignment and leaving her entire chest wide open to retaliation.

’H-huh...?’

Morwenna’s stormy gray eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

She was so thoroughly immersed in her thoughts of grabbing his rear that her brain couldn’t process her guard getting broken in time.

”Got you,” Silas declared smoothly.

SWISH!

Silas didn’t hesitate. He executed a clean high-speed horizontal follow-up slash with his hyper-accelerated water blade!

SHING!

His wooden longsword glided effortlessly through her wooden sword.

The top half of Morwenna’s practice sword was cleanly severed, flying through the air and landing on the stone floor with a dull sound.

THUD!

The spar was officially over...

Morwenna staggered backward two steps with her body coming to a complete halt.

She stood there holding her half-length wooden stick, her mouth slightly agape as she stared at the clean cut across her weapon.

Silas let out a long and deeply relieved sigh. He lowered his practice sword, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Morwenna blinked, her cheeks turning a bright lovely shade of pink.

A sheepish and thoroughly flustered smile spread across her pale face.

”Fair... fair enough, Captain,” Morwenna admitted softly, tossing her broken wooden handle aside.

She held her hands out, her gray eyes sparkling with playful surrender. ”You got me fair and square! As your reward for winning... you can grab my butt all you want and kiss me as much as you like!”

Silas looked at her outstretched hands, then crossed his arms over his broad chest, offering her a cold and uncompromising stare.

”No,” Silas rejected flatly.

Morwenna froze.

Her gray eyes blinked in total speechless shock.

”Huh...?” Morwenna gasped out, her mind completely short-circuiting. ”N-No...?”

”You heard me. No,” Silas repeated neutrally, resting his hand on his hip. ”You were deliberately stalling the fight and dragging out the spar just so you could find excuses to punish me. As a penalty for your unsportsmanlike conduct... I am not going to touch you at all tonight.”

Morwenna stood there in the center of the vault.

Hearing her Captain flatly refuse to touch her, her pale face flushed a deeper red.

Her lower lip began to tremble slightly, a rare heartbreaking look of genuine pouty rejection flickering across her stormy gray eyes.

”B-But...” Morwenna stammered softly, looking like a disappointed kitten whose favorite toy had just been taken away.

She stared at his golden eyes for three seconds, seeing his firm unshakeable stance... and then, suddenly, Morwenna threw her head back and burst into a hearty melodic laugh.

”AHAHAHA!” Morwenna laughed out loud, shaking her head as her pirate pride reclaimed her demeanor. ”Fair enough, Captain! Fair enough!”

However... behind her hearty laughter, a deeply mischievous and thoroughly degenerate scheme began rapidly brewing inside the Dread Queen’s mind.

’He thinks he can avoid touching me tonight just because he won a spar...?’ Morwenna plotted silently in her thoughts, her gray eyes narrowing with desire. ’He forgets that we sleep in the exact same bed at night!’

Morwenna’s mind ran wild with glorious shameless plans.

’Tonight... once the torches are out... I am going to wrap my arms and legs entirely around his body! I am going to touch him, rub against him, and squeeze his chest as much as physically possible while he tries to sleep! I’ll do it so much that he’ll have no choice but to lose his patience and take aggressive revenge on me!’

And what would that ”aggressive revenge” inevitably lead to...?

Morwenna looked down at her own long leather-clad legs.

Her knees suddenly trembled slightly with an intense wave of heat washing over her lower stomach as her heart hammered violently against her ribs.

’S-Sex...’ Morwenna thought, her face burning hot as a dizzying blush covered her entire neck. ’I... I want to feel him inside me so badly...’