"It's finally time I beat you," Emily declared.
"Good luck. All you'll end up with is becoming my personal slut."
Emily's breath hitched for a split second, her body clearly tempted by the prospect of being this man's obedient fucktoy. Yet she bared her teeth in a fierce grin.
"It's an… enticing prospect, but I'd much rather crush you first and make you mine."
Nolan chuckled, rolling his neck to loosen up. However, there was a small problem: without Ana as a referee, they needed to be more careful.
"Before we start," Emily said, her tone shifting to practical as she bounced on her toes, "we should use the training armor. It's designed for spars like this. It snaps off when it takes enough damage."
She pointed to a technological deployment unit situated near the edge of the arena.
"Hmm... Okay, let's do it. The armor snapping could signal the end of our duel without real injury. But if there is such armor available, why didn't we use it before?"
"Because it's more exciting fighting with all you've got. Besides, it's ridiculously expensive! Ana will be mad when she finds out we used it, hehe!" Emily grinned. "So, let's use it?"
"Fine by me. If Ana gets angry, I can calm her down," he chuckled. It would be just one duel anyway.
Emily went to get the armor, and soon they suited up quickly: lightweight plates of enchanted alloy that molded to their forms like second skin, covering torso, limbs, and vitals in a flexible black mesh.
The armor hugged Emily's curves obscenely, accentuating the swell of her breasts, while Nolan's highlighted his broad shoulders and chiseled build.
Nolan was worried it would stop working as his power activated, and indeed it did stop working. However, the system screen soon appeared to save the day.
Time stopped and Nolan saw the words appear:
[If you wish, I could set a very small area that includes you and the armor, in which the magic still works.]
"Hey, if you can do it, then can I better control the nullification field?"
[Not yet, but it's probably going to be possible if you keep developing.]
"Okay, do it." Nolan answered, and time resumed.
"Ready?" Emily asked, dropping into a low stance, mana already flickering at her fingertips.
"Yes, I'm ready and the armor is working."
"Good, then let's fight."
Nolan smirked, activating his nullification field with a thought. The air around him thickened, mana going still within a ten-meter radius.
"Bring it."
She exploded forward, faster than before, lessons from their previous bouts etched into her muscle memory. No hesitation this time; she knew his range, his counters.
Emily feinted left, then used a burst of propulsion mana from her heels to close the distance just outside his field.
Blue spears condensed in her hands, hurled with pinpoint accuracy.
Nolan dodged, the projectiles disintegrating mid-flight as they hit his aura, but one grazed close enough to singe the air.
He pressed in, forcing her back, their dance a blur of strikes and parries.
She was getting better and better at using magic under his field. And for a second, she was able to use her gift.
Emily's simulations ran wild in her mind, dozens of scenarios branching out, predicting his moves, adapting.
A solid kick from her connected with his armored midsection, the plate cracking faintly but holding. Nolan retaliated with a sweeping leg hook that nearly took her off her feet.
She rolled away, coming up with a mana-infused punch that he blocked, the impact vibrating through his null field.
They seemed evenly matched, her endless energy clashing against his nullification field. She really was impressive.
Sweat slicked their skin, breaths coming in sharp gasps.
But Nolan had an ace he hadn't played in their previous clashes. He decided to use the idea Clarice had given him by accident.
As Emily lunged again, he activated his aphrodisiac skill. His aphrodisiac power surged outward, invisible and targeted, flooding her system like a toxin tailored to her desires.
Emily faltered mid-step, a sudden heat blooming between her thighs.
"What the…?"
Her pussy throbbed out of nowhere, slick arousal soaking her shorts in an instant. Her cheeks flushed, not from exertion, but from a wave of horniness that hit like a freight train.
Nipples ached, breasts feeling heavy and sensitive against the armor. Visions flashed unbidden: Nolan pinning her down, not to win, but to claim her, his massive cock splitting her open.
And this gave Nolan an opening to attack her.
She shook it off, gritting her teeth. "Nice trick," she growled, simulations spinning to compensate. "Won't work." She pressed the attack, a mana blade flickering briefly in her grip before vanishing in his field. Her punch landed true, cracking another segment of his chest plate.
But the heat built relentlessly. Each clash sent jolts of pleasure through her core. And for her to use magic inside Nolan's field, she needed perfect concentration.
"Fuck… why now?" she muttered, thighs squeezing together involuntarily as she dodged a counter. Her focus splintered; simulations blurred with fantasies of submission, of begging for his cock.
Nolan sensed the shift, his smirk turning predatory. He amped the power, circling her like a wolf. "Giving up already? You look ready to beg."
"Shut up!" Emily snarled, but her voice cracked. She launched a desperate combo, but her movements slowed, legs wobbling as arousal dripped down her inner thigh.
The armor on her torso creaked under a glancing blow from him, but all she could think about was how good it would feel to lose, to be mounted right there on the mats.
She tried to escape, getting farther away from him; however, Nolan grabbed her arm before she could get away, pulling her closer.
At that moment the aphrodisiac peaked, her pussy clenching empty and desperate. She stumbled, vision hazing with need.
He flipped her over his shoulder. She hit the ground hard, the impact registering on her armor, cracks spiderwebbing across the chest plate.
With a sharp snap, it burst open, plates falling away to expose her sweat-glistened breasts, heaving with each ragged breath.
The armor declared her loss.
Emily lay there, defeated. "Fuck, what was that? You really played dirty this time."