Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Dora smirked as she looked at Aether, her lips curling with devilish amusement. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she said in a flirting, taunting tone, "Splendid, my disciple... Now, can you handle this?" A shimmering pink mist burst from her body, spreading outward like a blooming flower of desire, floating directly toward Aether.

Aether's eyes narrowed in response. He immediately raised his hand and waved it with forceful precision. A gust of wind, sharp and controlled, surged from his palm, slicing through the air. The pink mist scattered like fragile petals, vanishing as though it had never existed.

But then, without warning, a wave of heat surged through his body.

!!!

Aether stiffened as a sudden, maddening warmth crawled over his skin. Every nerve in his body seemed to jolt awake, pulsing with overwhelming sensitivity.

His breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief. A low groan escaped his lips as his muscles tensed, and a strange, intoxicating pleasure coiled within him. His aura faltered for a moment—his immense power wavering—cracked under the sudden pressure of lust burning in his veins.

'What... the hell is this?' he thought, sweat forming along his brow.

Before he could recover, Dora's figure suddenly blurred and reappeared right before him, her knees bent, posture low, ready to strike. Her movement was graceful, almost feline, and she spoke in a calm, dangerous murmur, "When it comes to women... we are the most dangerous creatures alive. We'll do a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g to win."

Without giving him a chance to respond, her fist slammed into his gut with devastating force.

BAMMM!!

Aether's body folded with the impact, and the air in his lungs escaped in a choked gasp. His form was hurled back, crashing onto the ground with a brutal thud. His body bounced once against the dirt before landing hard.

Above him, Dora raised her hand again.

Her fingers shimmered with magical air currents, crackling softly. As she concentrated, a massive structure of ice began to form above her—jagged and crystalline, resembling a monstrous axe carved from a glacier. With a decisive shout, she swung downward, sending the enormous ice weapon slashing toward Aether with lethal precision.

Meanwhile, not far away, Sandra flinched and wrinkled her nose, her face tensing. She sensed something. "The air... It's infused," she said sharply.

Sera's reaction was immediate. She raised her hand and conjured a barrier of shimmering white light around them, whispering under her breath, "Her magic through the air... It's not just mist anymore—it's everywhere."

Sandra raised an eyebrow in realisation. "The magic she used on Aether... it was meant to be concentrated. But once Aether scattered it with air magic... it didn't disappear. It diffused and spread... mixing into the environment."

Even though the potency had weakened, the magic lingered.

The aphrodisiac skill was still present.

Dora had created a win-win trap—whether it hit directly or diffused into the air, its effect remained active.

Aether's cheeks flushed a deeper red as he panted, his breath growing shorter and more uneven. His body trembled slightly, skin glistening with sweat, as waves of ecstasy threatened to overwhelm his thoughts. It was nearly impossible to focus on the battle with his senses overloaded by such relentless stimulation.

It was hard to concentrate on the fight while being fully turned on,

"Fuck," he growled under his breath, his voice low and strained. He gritted his teeth and lifted his hand toward the falling ice weapon as he prepared to absorb and counter it.

But—

Ba-dump...

A single heartbeat echoed louder than the rest.

His heart skipped.

For a fleeting moment, his mind went blank—dazed and light-headed. The sensation was like teetering on the edge of climax, that dizzying flood of pleasure, even though he hadn't climaxed.

His body trembled, overwhelmed by the unnatural climax (Feeling) coursing through him.

As if he was... cumming unstopable!!

And in that sliver of time—just one suspended second—his concentration broke.

The ice axe descended... But at the final moment, the massive weapon halted, its blade barely an inch from his skull.

It hovered there, crackling with frost, unmoving.

Dora stared at him, wide-eyed and silent, then muttered coldly, "You died…"

Aether remained kneeling on the ground, panting furiously, his flushed face twisted with strain and resistance. Blood dripped from his lip where he had bitten it too hard. His fists clenched as he forced himself upright.

"The fuck are you saying, bitch?!" Sera shouted from the sidelines, eyes burning with rage. "That was a pathetic, underhanded sneak attack! You used your damn fox tricks! If not for that shit, Aether would've crushed you!"

Dora simply shrugged. Her expression remained calm, unreadable. "In life-or-death situations… I don't believe anyone would willingly die when they have something left in their arsenal."

She wasn't wrong. But her tactics had been vicious—attacking both physically and mentally. She had targeted the most vulnerable part of Aether's will... or any man's will and pushed it into chaos.

Sera bit her lower lip, hard.

Sandra continued watching silently as Aether's body trembled more intensely now. His knees buckled slightly, and his eyes began to fog, turning hazy, consumed by the aftereffects of the aphrodisiac mist still lingering in the air.

Aether bit down again on his lip until blood flowed freely, forcing his muscles to react. He stood shakily, shoulders trembling. Every inch of his body begged him to fall, to surrender to the pleasure surging through him.

And yet… he whispered, voice ragged and raw, "C-Continue…"

He spoke those words—twice—each one choked and heavy with lust and resistance, trying desperately to rein in his mind and keep control over his spiraling body.

To be completely honest, even Dora was slightly impressed. She had unleashed her full aphrodisiac technique—no holding back. This wasn't some diluted version. Her magic, potent and unfiltered, could reduce even the Strongest male into drooling, sex-driven beasts. Most would collapse in mindless pleasure or.... die from overstimulation!!

And yet…

Aether was still standing.

Dora's lips curled upward slightly as she nodded in satisfaction and approval.

[+9000 AP]

But it wasn't just sheer will keeping him upright.

This was the result of days of exposure to Nightfire's nectar—the essence of a Succubus—taken like medicine, like training. He had been absorbing it, surviving it, adapting. His body had been gradually moulded to endure this level of stimulation.

Even now, the only reason he hadn't collapsed was thanks to that nectar coursing through his veins.

'I… I need to finish this… fast…' Aether thought, his jaw clenched as his mind slipped once more toward the edge. His knees trembled, his body flushed and drenched in sweat, his thoughts blurred by unbearable heat.

His eyes glazed over halfway—half in the moment, half slipping into ecstasy again.

He couldn't let it happen.

He wouldn't allow himself to fall.

Even if he bled, even if he had to push his mind to the edge of madness, he had to fight.

This wasn't a poison—his purification skill would have neutralised it if it were.

No, Dora's magic didn't act like a toxin. It amplified natural responses. It unlocked the body's own dormant cravings, forced and twisted them into a weapon.

And worst of all…

She hadn't even used her true weapon yet.

Aether groaned deeply, his fists tightening as he pulled from within himself. Purple flames exploded across his skin, raging and wild, as he gathered all remaining focus.

With a roar, his body burst into motion—vanishing from sight.

Dora blinked, visibly caught off guard by Aether's sudden burst of speed. His figure blurred through the ice axe, barely slowed by the effects ravaging his body. Still, she narrowed her eyes with a half-smirk and muttered, "You've gotten slow."

Without hesitation, she hurled the massive ice axe with both arms. The weapon spun in a wide, horizontal arc, rotating like a bladed hurricane. As it flew, it carved clean through the air and the battlefield alike—shredding stone, ice, and debris in its path.

Aether dashed toward the last remaining Log still embedded in the ground. He spotted the incoming blade just in time and dropped into a low crouch. The ice axe whirred past overhead, a breath away from taking his head clean off, and slicing through the Logs before him.

The Logs flew into the air, but Aether had already moved.

He stomped on the ground.

Step!

"One," he whispered, voice calm and chillingly focused.

He kicked the first Log into the air, launching it toward Dora with incredible force. As it ascended, he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The air at the tip of the Log began to vibrate violently.

Step!!

"Two."

Snap!

Another Log launched, another air drill forming at the tip.

Step!!!

"Three."

Snap!

Step!!!!

"Four."

Snap!

....

...

Step!!!!!

"Nine."

Snap!

Step!!!!!

"Ten."

Snap!

In the span of a second, Ten Logs rocketed toward Dora from multiple angles like spears guided by thunder itself.

Dora's pupils widened slightly in shock—but then, that smug smile returned to her lips.

"It's useless," she muttered.

Raising her palm calmly, her fingers curled inward as fire flickered to life, bright and hungry. A wave of flame erupted outward, rushing toward the flying Logs with the intent to incinerate them mid-air.

But then—

Ssssssshhhhhh!

A tiny black sphere suddenly flickered into existence at the very tip of the Logs. The moment the fire touched it, the sphere inhaled the flames like a black hole, snuffing them out entirely, erasing them from existence.

Dora's eyes widened in genuine surprise. She immediately reacted, snapping her fingers with sharp force. Ten invisible blades surged forwarf—racing toward the Logs and warping them.

Her ten fingers tensed, controlling them with absolute precision, ready to slice each Log into a million pieces.

But then—

A voice echoed from above.

"Oi… did you forget about this?"

Her head snapped up.

There he was—Aether, descending from the air above her, holding her own massive axe in his hands.

The purple flames in his hand surged and... The blade crackled with purple flames, pulsing with unstable energy.

"ARRRHHHHHH!!" he roared.

He swung the axe down with both hands. Purple flames erupted in a violent wave as the weapon came crashing toward her like judgment from the heavens.

Dora's eyes barely had time to widen.

"Oh... dear—"

BBBOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!

The impact shook the entire ground. Sera and Sandra were forced to shield their eyes as a massive shockwave exploded outward. Dust and shards of ice crystals surged through the air, blanketing everything in a white, blinding fog.

When the smoke began to settle, Dora's body was revealed—slumped, battered, and bleeding—lying directly on top of the Ebon Stone. Whether by deliberate force or sheer chance, she had landed against it, her body coated in gashes, bruises, and crimson streaks.

Aether emerged from the swirling mist, limping slightly but focused. He held a small knife in his hand, his eyes burning with intent. With a sudden leap, he lunged toward her chest, aiming straight for her heart with surgical precision.

He brought the blade down and pierced her heart... or so he thought—

Thuck!

A hand caught his wrist with unyielding strength just before the knife could even graze her skin.