All Class Tamer

"Master, wake up! It's my turn to date you," Hilda said, shaking me awake.

"Huh?" I blinked, still half-asleep. "Why am I so tired?"

"Luna kept pressing her chest against your face this morning," she said boldly.

"Really…?" I mumbled, still groggy. "So, what do you want to do for your date?"

"How about a spar together?" she grinned.

That morning, I immediately regretted asking. After getting dressed, we stepped out of the inn. Reshia handed us a breakfast she'd prepared—fuel for our spar. I recalled how Hilda once cried when we saved her from the bandits, but now she was bold and confident, her strength unmistakable.

I opened her status window:

> Hilda Meledric

Race: Boar-kin (Magmahide Tusk)

Class: Brawler

Magic: Magma, Thunder

Level: 351

Ability: Brawler's Break – Breaks 100% of an enemy's shield

"Wait, when did I give you my surname?" I asked.

"This morning," she replied proudly. "When Luna was curling you."

"Huh?" I frowned, confused. Did I really agree to that while half-asleep?

"Can't I?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I didn't say no. I'm just surprised," I admitted.

We made our way to a large park within Vista City. The spacious area was perfect for a spar. My other girls stood by as referees. The match began.

I activated Juggernaut Fortress to tank her hits, but Hilda didn't even use her magic—just raw power. Her training had clearly paid off. This was a battle of brawlers.

Each strike we exchanged sent shockwaves that attracted the attention of onlookers. One of Hilda's punches sent me flying. I popped my bones back into place mid-air and launched myself back at her, delivering a kick from above that pushed her back an inch.

I wasn't thinking clearly and lunged—accidentally pressing against her soft, bouncy chest.

I froze and blushed instantly.

She let out a moan, her face turning bright red. I lost focus, and she sucker-punched me. Thankfully, Juggernaut Fortress absorbed most of it. I landed on my feet, flustered.

"I-I'm sorry!" I whispered.

"Everyone's watching, you know," she pouted, still red-faced.

Seeing an opening, I activated Assassin Flash and landed a solid hit, but she blocked it just in time. We exchanged punches until exhaustion caught up with me. I collapsed.

Surprisingly, Hilda didn't attack me. Instead, she raised my hand and declared, "He's the winner!"

"Keep my surname, always," I told her.

"I will, husband!" she shouted, making the crowd cheer wildly.

Then came an unexpected visitor—the owner of the Colosseum in Bertha Town. He pleaded for help to save his reputation. "Your match caused a stir. If you fight in the Colosseum, it'll draw crowds and restore my reputation!" he said.

I made it clear we weren't his property, but we'd gladly help if it meant aiding someone in need. He agreed and even offered gold in return.

We packed our things and rode in his caravan to Bertha Town—another city famous for entertainment, brawls, and most importantly, the Colosseum of Indrasia.

We arrived by dusk. Hilda didn't mind the delay; she was excited to spar as part of our date. We entered the changing room while the rest of my girls took VIP seats—all covered by the owner.

As we suited up, Hilda suddenly hugged me. Her skin was tough, but I could still feel the warmth of her chest.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yes! We can do this together!" she smiled. Then her expression softened. "Are you still mad about when I disappeared for a month?"

"This again?" I sighed. "I'm not mad anymore. Just… please don't leave me again—"

She didn't let me finish. She pressed her lips against mine. Her tusks gently touched my cheeks as we kissed.

"The others already had their moments, but I'll wait until you're ready," she whispered.

Then came the announcement:

> RANK-B TAMER — ARES MELEDRIC!

RANK-A BRAWLER — HILDA MELEDRIC!

The crowd roared with excitement—except for some who booed me for being a tamer. Hilda patted my head and told me to ignore them.

Then came the names of our opponents:

> RANK-S BRAWLER — BARAN ALGORIT!

RANK-A TAMER — SERTH MELEDRIC!

"HHHUHH!? FATHER!?" I shouted.

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Meanwhile, at the VIP seats:

Princess Aurora and Prince Desmond sat unaware of my girls' presence. When they saw me in the arena, they exclaimed in unison, "HUHH!? ARES!?"

Moments later, Ion arrived, the royal twins Kira and Kana clinging to him. He noticed my girls and waved at Aisha.

"Yo, Aisha."

"Hmph," she brushed him off coldly.

The prince and princess laughed sarcastically and tried to leave—but Luna wrapped around them and made them stay and watch.

Then my mother arrived—pregnant—and accompanied by my aunt Testia. She smirked at my girls.

"Ara~ You all did it already? Or maybe Ares ordered it?"

Their faces turned red.

"We did it first!" Reshia blurted.

"Ara~ Ara~" Testia giggled, teasing them while my mother watched the match intently.

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Back to the battlefield:

"Why are you here, Father? Where's Mom?" I asked.

"She's up there watching," he replied.

"And why are we fighting you?"

"Just… coincidence?" he smirked.

LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!

Hilda charged at Baran while my father summoned his tamed Will'o Wisp, launching Will'O'Flamethrower at me. I countered it with Chaos Magic.

Baran struck Hilda with Dragon Fury, sending her flying. But she retaliated, using Thunder Magic and charging back.

My father kept casting the same spell. Out of frustration, I used my Will'O'Hellfire, hitting both him and his Wisp. He surrendered.

I turned to help Hilda, who was still trading blows with Baran. They both smiled as their fists clashed—it was like they truly enjoyed the fight.

Hilda activated Brawler's Break, shattering Baran's defenses and slammed him with a magma- and thunder-charged punch, throwing him off a third time.

"WHYYYYY!?" Baran screamed mid-air.

> WINNERS: ARES AND HILDA MELEDRIC!!

My mother cheered. I approached my father and demanded an explanation. He shared everything, then apologized.

"I just wanted to see how far you've come," Father said with a proud grin. "And to show you I've still got it."

The event ended, and I returned to the changing room. As I undressed, Hilda locked the door from the inside. She undressed too and hugged me tightly.

"You're strong, but you're still mine," she whispered, pinning me against the locker.

Her skin was firm, her body well-toned. We were both exhausted, but she leaned in and kissed me again. This time, her tusks didn't press against me.

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Back at the VIP seats:

Ion struggled with the royal twins.

"Ion, take responsibility already!" Kira said.

"You kissed me first—so I should take responsibility!" Kana argued.

"Why is this happening to me…?" Ion muttered.

Then the twins asked in unison, "Can we be your wives, Ion?"

Those twins weren't like the spoiled royals I remembered… something must've changed them.