Opeka's training grounds were a dusty mess of rocks and grit, the kind of place where you'd sooner trip than triumph. Goran had dragged me, Bera, and Lila out here for a spar, and I was already cursing my luck. N'Nazmuz's curse—30 kilograms of invisible weight—made every step feel like wading through Gromble sludge, slowing my swings and sapping my stamina. But the view? Pure paradise. Bera's corset hugged her curves like a jealous lover, those glorious breasts bouncing with every move. Lila's tunic clung to her hips, her ass swaying like a Zenoite-carved dream. Their faces were still smeared with that black dye from my minefield masterpiece, unremovable and hilarious, but it didn't dim their fire. Supreme Elf or not, I was in heaven.
"Eyes up, kid!" Goran barked, his Peak Element Lord Fire aura crackling. He stood like a damn mountain, Zenoite blade gleaming. "Or Bera and Lila'll carve you up."
I grinned, gripping my Zenoite swords, Thunder's Edge humming. "Can't blame me, Goran. My 'Brila' duo's a work of art." I cackled, nodding at Bera and Lila, their dyed faces twisting in fury at the nickname.
"Brila?" Bera snarled, Fire Qi flaring. A fireball grazed my arm, singeing my sleeve. "Call us that again, pervert, and I'll roast your supreme ego!"
Lila's Earth Qi rumbled, and a fist-sized stone smacked my forehead, leaving a throbbing bruise. "Keep your mouth shut, sleaze," she growled, her smudged face fierce.
I rubbed my head, chuckling. "Worth it."
Rocky, that hulking Zenoite Krovar, watched from the sidelines, his Beginner Master Earth bulk looming like a boulder. His eyes tracked our moves, tusks twitching as Bera's fireballs lit the ground and Lila's earthen spikes jabbed at me. The crowd—village kids and tavern regulars—cheered, but Rocky's stare was all business.
Goran paired us up, me against Bera and Lila, their tandem a damn nightmare. Bera, Beginner Expert Fire, danced like a flame, her breasts bouncing as she hurled fireballs, corset straining. Lila, Beginner Master Earth, moved like a landslide, her thighs flexing as she raised earthen walls, tunic riding up to show that sculpted ass. My curse slowed me, but I swung Heaven Splitter, the curse's weight fueling a strike that cracked a boulder in half. The crowd gasped, but Bera and Lila didn't flinch—they synced like they'd been fighting together for years, fire and earth overwhelming my sluggish dodges.
"Focus, Killyaen!" Goran roared, his blade parrying mine. "Your wandering eyes'll get you killed!"
He wasn't wrong. Bera's cleavage and Lila's hips had me distracted, my "supreme sword" saluting their glory. A fireball scorched my boot, and an earthen spike grazed my thigh before I snapped back, blocking Lila's strike with Thunder's Edge. The curse drained me, each swing a battle, but my training held. We ended in a stalemate, panting, my bruise fading slightly thanks to the curse's minor healing.
Rocky approached Goran, his voice like gravel. "Can I train too, Goran? I want to sharpen my earth strikes."
Goran eyed the Krovar, nodding. "Next session, Rocky. You've got the build for it."
Rocky grunted, satisfied, and lumbered off. I smirked—big guy had ambition.
As we left the grounds, I couldn't resist. I grabbed Lila's ass, squeezing hard. "Damn, that's hard… like my supreme sword." Her slap cracked like thunder, stinging my cheek. Her dyed face blazed red—anger? Attraction? Both? She stormed off, but her eyes lingered on me, weird and intense.
"Keep your hands to yourself, pervert!" Bera snapped, her Fire Qi simmering, assuming Lila's blush was pure rage.
Back at the Black Stone Tavern, I had another prank ready—the Slick-Spark Trap, rigged at the entrance with Gromble oil, Moonflower sap, and Zenoite dust. I wanted to coat Brila in glitter, their curves sparkling under their smudged faces. But Lila's Earth Qi rumbled, sensing the trap, and Bera's Fire Qi ignited the oil—boom! Smoke and glitter exploded, coating them in a shimmering mess. Their dyed, glittering faces looked demonic as they charged me, breasts bouncing, hips swaying, a vision of furious beauty.
"You're dead, sleaze!" Bera roared, fireball in hand.
I bolted, but the curse slowed me, and I slipped on the trap's slick residue. They tackled me, fists flying, their curves pressing against me in the chaos. My bruises piled up, but I cackled, the pain worth the view. The tavern crowd howled, ale sloshing, as Elder Mara's earth charm settled the floor, her Peak Master Earth presence silencing the room.
"Killyaen," Mara said, pulling me aside, "that Zenoite slab you found—what was it?" My split-leaf amulet pulsed faintly near her charms, nagging me about ruins or some nonsense. "Just a rock, unless it's hiding barmaid curves," I quipped, dodging her glare. "Trouble's coming, boy. Stop riling those girls."
I shrugged, but her words stuck. Lila's strange looks followed me all evening, her smudged face unreadable. Bera noticed, snapping, "She's pissed, Killyaen. Back off before she buries you." I grinned, wondering if Lila's stare was revenge… or something hotter.
Janko was nowhere, still dodging me since that Thorn-Tickle Trap nearly killed him. His terrified eyes haunted me, a pang of guilt I buried under a smirk. No use dwelling when Brila was stealing the show.
The tavern closed, and I stumbled to my room, bruised but buzzing. I'd barely shut the door when Lila slipped in, pouncing like a Shadow Panther. Her dye-smeared face was wild, eyes burning. "I can't take it anymore," she hissed, tearing at my sleep clothes. "You're mine, now, just for me.
"I didn't argue. Her curves—those thighs, that ass—pressed against me, her Earth Qi humming faintly, her need primal. Clothes hit the floor, and we burned through the night, her gasps and my groans echoing. Every move was fire, her body a battlefield I'd happily die on. She clawed at me, demanding, and I gave it all—Supreme Elf style. The curse kept my stamina ticking, its minor healing a quiet boost as we collapsed, spent, hours later.
I lay there, smug, my "Supreme Elf charm" undeniable. Lila's breath slowed, her dyed face softened in sleep. For a second, I wondered about her blush, that slab, and Mara's warning. But the thought passed—pranks, curves, and chaos were my world, and I'd keep ruling it, curse or no curse.