Warrior Training System

The time it took to move from the river's shore to the wooden house had given Cassian a chance to sober up a bit. As he glanced at Cassandra, the thought of massaging her and having some fun still lingered in his mind, but the fact that her little sister was his girlfriend made him hesitant.

Before he could bring up the matter, Cassandra, heading toward what looked like a small pond, spoke up. "Before we start, no perverted stuff, okay?" she said firmly, adding, "I don't want to complicate things with my sister's boyfriend."

Cassian nodded, watching as Cassandra took her shoes off again by the side of the pond. She glanced back at him and said, "I was thinking of washing up before the massage."

Noticing his face, which he'd cleaned earlier at the river, she pointed out the dried dust and blood still clinging to the rest of his body. "You should too. There's another pond on the other side of the house. Once you're done, come inside—and don't wander off too far," she added before turning back to the water.

Cassian had initially decided not to indulge in anything perverted, but as Cassandra mentioned washing herself with a faintly sad expression, almost as if mourning a missed opportunity, he felt a pang of regret. Shaking off the thought, he headed to the pond to clean himself, realizing how filthy he had become. However, there was one glaring issue he hadn't considered—he didn't have any spare clothes. Without a pocket space to store extras, the tattered remnants he wore were his only option, and those barely qualified as clothing anymore.

Unbothered for the moment, Cassian descended into the pond fully naked, the cool water instantly soothing against his skin. The humid jungle, already sweltering from the heat of summer, had become even more oppressive after a recent rain, leaving the air thick and stifling. The cold water was a welcome relief, washing away not only the grime but also the discomfort of the sticky atmosphere.

For a few moments, he simply stood in the water, savoring the cool sensation as it enveloped him, soothing his body and mind from the oppressive heat and humidity. Gradually, he began to wash himself, the clear water around him turning murky as layers of grime and dirt dissolved away. By the time he was done, the once-pristine pond bore evidence of his cleansing. Feeling refreshed, he finally stepped out of the water, droplets trailing down his skin as he stood on the bank.

Looking at the ragged remains of his clothes, Cassian hesitated. The thought of putting the filthy, tattered fabric back on was unappealing, especially after finally feeling clean. Glancing around for an alternative, his eyes fell on a tree near the pond with hand-sized leaves.

With a resigned sigh, he plucked a few of the larger ones, fashioning a makeshift covering. Using four leaves—two for the front and two for the back—he secured them around his waist with a stretchy, slim branch he stripped from the same tree. The result was a crude, temporary undergarment that offered modesty, if not comfort. Continue your journey on empire

"This should do for now," Cassian muttered, adjusting his makeshift covering to ensure both his front and back were decently concealed. Satisfied, he stepped into the wooden house, its creaky floorboards announcing his arrival. Inside, Cassandra was already lying on her stomach atop a makeshift bed of dried grass, her body relaxed as if she'd been waiting for him.

The room was dim, but the silvery glow of moonlight streaming through the cracks in the dilapidated walls illuminated the scene enough for Cassian to see her clearly. His breath hitched for a moment as his gaze fell upon her bare form, her smooth skin bathed in the ethereal light. The sight was unexpected, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

Knowing she had already sensed his presence, Cassian moved toward her, his eyes involuntarily drawn to her form. As he approached, he couldn't help but observe her body in greater detail. Her milky-white skin, now tinged with a faint rosy hue, gave her an alluring radiance under the moonlight. Being a Circle Warrior, her physique was impressively developed, with every muscle sculpted to near perfection. Her broad back tapered gracefully to her strong, thick thighs and well-defined calves, each line and curve a testament to her training. Yet, amidst the hardness of her warrior's frame, her rounded buttocks stood out—soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the rest of her athletic build.

"Detective, before I begin, I need to ask—do you have any spare clothes? Mine are completely ruined," Cassian said, standing near her. Cassandra, who had been lying in a relaxed state with her eyes closed, opened them in surprise. Without looking directly at him, she asked, her voice laced with suspicion, "Don't tell me you're naked too..."

Cassian glanced down at his makeshift leaf underwear, noting how poorly it was doing its job, especially with his body reacting to the sight of her bare form earlier. His expression turned mischievous as he replied in a tone that was both confused and teasing, "Kind of..."

Cassandra kept her gaze firmly averted, her cheeks tinted a soft blush that Cassian couldn't see. "I said no perverted things…" she muttered, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Cassian raised an eyebrow, his mischievous grin widening. "I'm not doing anything perverted. I just don't have clothes. If you have a spare, give it to me."

She shook her head, still avoiding his gaze. "I don't have any right now."

Cassian sighed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

Cassandra bit her lip, her thoughts swirling. 'I could search for something now… but honestly…' Her gaze flickered to the grass beneath her, the cool blades brushing against her bare chest. 'I just want him to start the massage already.'

Finally, she exhaled softly and said, "I'll look in the morning. For now, just… massage me."

Cassian's grin grew even more devilish as he knelt beside her. "Well, if you insist, detective. I make sure this is the best massage you've ever had."

He began massaging her again, this time focusing more intently on her feet. The deep, steady pressure made her release sweet sounds as the tension in her body started to ease once more. This time, the flow of her mana became smoother and more immediate, as if it was responding to the touch. When Cassian moved to massage her legs, the smoothness followed, flowing into them as well.

As the mana flow became smoother and faster, she couldn't help but rejoice. She hadn't rejected his massage, and it made the discomfort of lying naked disappear. In fact, she didn't mind doing it again if it improved her mana circulation. Besides her domain, the flow of mana within a warrior's body was crucial. While one could use their domain to smooth the flow, it was only temporary, and that temporary boost could cause problems later. But his massage didn't seem to have that drawback. Even the part where her feet had received the most attention was still flowing smoothly, and the efficiency of the flow had increased.

'I am so hard...' Cassian thought, struggling to keep his stiff length from brushing against Cassandra as he continued the massage. Its size made it increasingly difficult, especially now that he had moved on to her thighs. In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the broken wooden walls, he could see her thighs clearly, their firmness evident beneath his hands. His gaze lingered for a moment on her rounded buttocks, which pressed together in a way that concealed her most sensitive areas. The sight was maddening, yet he forced himself to focus, his hands working methodically as his thoughts spiraled.

Cassian didn't need to see more; her thighs alone were enough to captivate him. But he wasn't going to do anything—at least not now. As he massaged her thighs, his hands barely spanned half their width, even when using both. Their sheer size amazed him, and their muscular firmness was a stark contrast to Katherine's or Lucy's. Cassandra's thighs were the largest he had ever encountered, their power undeniable.

Her tall frame carried them perfectly, making them look proportional alongside her equally rounded and sizable buttocks. From his vantage point, he could see hints of her breasts pressing against the grass, their fullness evident as parts of them were squeezed out from the sides. Milky white and enticing, they added to the allure.

Cassian, still focused on massaging her thighs, couldn't help but comment, "You have really big thighs, Detective."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at his words, her tone more curious than flustered. "What, you don't like big thighs?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

But Cassian wasn't going to let him think about it for long. He squeezed one of her thighs—not gently, but with a need. "No, I love them to death. Thighs are life..." he said, squeezing the thickest part of her thigh. "If we hadn't agreed not to turn this into something perverted, I might've already finished just from looking at them..."

Cassandra didn't believe a word he said, replying with a mocking tone, "Yeah, yeah, I believe you... now stop the bullshit and just massage."

"I'm not bullshitting..." Cassian shot back, genuinely serious. "I'd be your slave for life if you just let me touch them once every day....." His words were heartfelt, but all he got in response was a chuckle. Cassandra smirked and said, "Yeah, yeah..." in a mocking tone, though it was different from before.

Cassian, feeling frustrated, couldn't believe she wasn't taking him seriously. This time, he wasn't even trying to lead things toward intercourse. Exasperated, he glanced down at his hard length and said, "If you don't believe me, just look at this..." He pressed the tip of his penis against her thigh, which was warm from the massage but not as hot as him. She flinched slightly at the touch, shock crossing her face as she looked down at what he was pressing against her.