Chapter 1

 **Continued from Ch 61**

*CLANK!*

The ice melts as his body temperature skyrockets again, making Mahoraga's white skin glow red as he jumps back up.

-Clink-

I laugh like a maniac. "THAT'S IT MAHORAGA, BECOME MY FIRE TRAINING DUMMY!"

Even while my skin burns off, I have a grin that would make anyone question my sanity.

But I don't care. I'm going to make sure nobody will be able to lay a finger on me. Even if they have a random cursed technique I've never heard of, I will ensure that NOTHING will be my weakness!

But instead of throwing himself at me like I thought he'd do, he leaps backwards, putting a good amount of distance between us.

I was about to go to him, but then the red light on his body started to increase, blindingly so, and it eventually reached a level where I couldn't see his body.

Most would close their eyes at this point, but I'm built different. I adapted to brightness a long time ago.

The brightness eventually started dimming, and seeing what he changed to, I could not be more confused. Because standing in front of me was Mahoraga with boobs, titties even.

She shrank by about a foot but now had a pronounced chest and a narrower waist, which gave her an hourglass figure. Her body got more defined too, with more visible abs the size of my hands.

And seeing that serene smirk on her face, that confident pose with one hand on her hip? I realised why she decided on this particular adaptation.

See, I wasn't lying when I told Yuki that I don't have a type. As a kissless virgin, I'd date any decently-looking woman who wasn't fat.

But everyone has their preferences, something they enjoy more than others, like pepperoni over pineapple on their pizza or ketchup over hot sauce in their burger.

It isn't any different in physical features for women, and somehow, Mahoraga found my preferences and changed her body accordingly. The result? Vladislava Galagan with tits bigger than my hands.

*BOOM!*

But if she thought I'd be distracted because of the sight of a muscle mommy, she's going to have another thing coming.

I initiated the attack, darting in quickly and aiming a swift jab at her midsection, but she deflected it effortlessly with her massive forearm, her muscles rippling with the motion.

She countered with a hook aimed at my head, but I weaved under it with my superior agility.

We circled each other, both of our gazes locked in a deadly dance. I feinted to the left and then lunged to the to the right, hoping to catch her off guard.

Instead, she read my move, stepping into my path and delivering a bone-rattling knee to my abdomen. The force of the blow nearly doubled me over, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through the pain.

I retaliated with a flurry of strikes: a cross to her jaw, an elbow aimed at her temple, and a knee strike to her thigh. She absorbed some of the hits, her bulk providing a natural shield. 

My persistence, however, began to show as I landed a solid punch to her ribs. She grunted, but her expression remained fierce and focused.

Sensing an opening, I lunged forward to press my advantage, aiming for a double leg takedown, but I overcommitted, and Mahoraga knew I overcommitted as she sprawled expertly, her massive frame crushing down on my shoulders and stopping my momentum.

She took advantage of that imbalance and jumped in front of me, knocking me in the chest. I staggered back a little, but held on to my senses and grabbed the other arm.

I pulled her into me, my chest against her massive tits, and attempted a hip toss to slam her onto her back.

SWISH

Mahoraga reacted immediately by twisting her hips and planting her feet firmly into the ground, stopping my move. She quickly slipped her arm under mine and executed a perfectly timed uchimata.

WHAM!

She threw all her weight on me, reversing our positions in an instant and sending me crashing to the ground.

The impact dazed me for a few seconds, and my mind just spent a couple of seconds admiring the feeling of the shikigami on top of my body, loving the way her toned muscles and taut curves felt against me.

Unfortunately, my admiration was cut short when she forced her forearm under my chin, pressing down hard and cutting off my air supply.

Desperately, I turned my face and tried to shimmy out from underneath her, but the shikigami, anticipating my move dropped her ass onto my stomach, driving all the air out of me with a sharp exhale.

I was pinned, struggling to catch my breath as she maintained her dominant position.

Then, through some sort of magic, her hakama and sarashi disappeared.

Looking at that sight, I was mesmerised. Naked as can be with creamy skin wherever I looked and great big tits hanging out. I realised why "divine" was one of her titles. 

My dick was instantly hard, and the horny took over my mind. I wanted to fuck her, break the ground she was standing and make her scream my name.

She spread her thighs, and I could see the puffy lips of her cunt; bone grey and glisteningly wet. I tried to get my arms up, but she grabbed them, twisted the wrists, and forced them down beside my head.

Fuck.

Quick as a whip, she's straddling my face, and I can hardly breathe. The smell of her slams into my nostrils, and my tongue forces its way up into her by instinct.

She's delicious, almost sweet, and crushes my arms to the ground and starts grinding her hips into my face. I did a quick mental assessment and decided to fuck her with my tongue as best as I can, hungry and thirsty for her cum, dying to hear her make some noise and get her to orgasm so that she's distracted.

This may be pleasurable, but I prefer to be on top 'cause I'm no bottom bitch.

Before she even orgasmed, if she was even capable of it, Mahoraga lifted herself off of my face, leaving my tongue and jaw aching. I get a brief glimpse at the soaking wet pussy I'd been tonguing, flushed pink. 

Drooping breasts then swayed as she repositioned herself over me and forcibly bent my knees which were then forcibly bent and pulled onto my chest. 

She then grabbed my ankles, lifted them, and spread my legs. 

'This was my chance' I thought with a grin, and immediately tensed my core and used my legs to push my hips upward, the thrust destabilising her and shifting her balance.

I then twisted my hips sharply to one side, using the momentum to attempt a roll to force Mahoraga off of me. The shift was anticipated, however, and she quickly adjusted her weight and leaned forward to counterbalance the move.

She then clamped her thighs tightly around my waist and used her hands to press down on my knees, preventing me from fully extending my legs and completing the roll. 

She then shuffled forward a little, and my dick couldn't help but twitch when it felt the taut muscles of her thighs. She rolled her hips forward to catch the head of my cock with her cunt and slammed down onto it.

She starts fucking me, and if I have any doubts about the existence of God, they're all extinguished.

Her pussy is heaven and hell because the Singapore grip her vaginal muscles are doing to me is simultaneously the best and worst thing feeling I've ever felt.

I have never felt anything so good and terrible. She's gripping my dick so hard that in the back of my head, I'm genuinely worried about the condition my dick was in.

The rest of my thoughts were made by the other head which was currently being demolished as it told me to simply focus on the pleasure I was feeling.

Mahoraga quickly transitions by letting go of my legs and climbing up on me, Asian cowgirl style. The sight of me driving my meat into her is pure torture.

The breasty general then pins my hands above my head and opens her mouth wide, the teeth bared, white, and sharp.

She clamps down on my upper trapezius (the spot where the neck meets the shoulders) and bites on it hard. The slight sting of pain was quickly forgotten as her tongue suckled on the wound, and her hips continued on her goal to destroy my pelvis.

The bite, combined with that grip, caused me to come. I'm surprised I survived this considering my inexperience.

She takes all of the cum into her and sinks right to the root of my cock. I shudder underneath her, the pleasure enough to leave me seeing nothing but white for a couple of seconds.

Being out of it for even a second would be fatal for any sorcerer, but right now I can't give a single fuck. It's all I can do currently to keep my eyes open and for my mind to blackout.

Mahoraga gets up, that infuriating smirk still on her face, and helps my pulsing dick out with a few contractions of her cunt. Sticky, white cum flows in rivulets down my shaft when they're separated, such is the volume of my load.

I throw my head back and gasp involuntarily, Mahoraga still hovering over me. Even with my exhaustion, I know two things:

I've just been fucked like a little bitch. Somehow she knew that attacking my pride in being a top would deal more damage to me than any physical attacks she could pull off. 

She's got another thing coming, though, because she just disobeyed a cardinal rule. In this world, you don't mess with a man's three things: woman, ego, and money.

I'm going to destroy her! Completely and utterly. And then I'm going to beat the shit out of Potential Man too, for good measure.

Why I had to listen to that homeless bum and adopt his son is beyond me right now.