Evelyn pushed me against the bark of a cypress tree and slammed her hand next to my face.
"Listen closely," she whispered.
Leaning toward my left ear, she continued. "Please, go easy on me! …Wait, actually, no! Go all out!"
Evelyn pulled back and stood one meter away from me. She opened her arms like a dove waiting to receive a hug.
"Go on! Please show me what you got. I want you to hit me at full force, let me feel the strength of your youth."
The elf directed her attention towards me, her green prisoner uniform appearing overly tight across her boobs. Her buttons were under strain and could potentially give way at any moment.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
Evelyn's body twitched, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish.
"Don't keep a girl waiting, it's bad manners," she said softly, her gaze dropping as a warm flush crept up her neck and face.
"You asked for it." I gasped for air.
My back rested firmly against the trunk of a cypress tree, my right hand tightly clenched and aimed at Evelyn. I was aware that the recoil would wreak havoc on my arm, but I had no choice; failure to meet her demands could result in her ending me at her discretion.
"Blood Art Technique: Negative Touch!" I yelled.
My heartbeat went up like a car engine was started, and within seconds, my blood was mixed with mana.
My blood vessels constricted tightly, as though preparing to contract, allowing waves of gravity to surge through and converge upon my fist.
As the shock wave erupted from my hand, my back collided forcefully with the tree trunk, causing me to cough up blood.
A sharp sensation of pain echoed from my shoulder joint. It felt like someone was mixing my brain with salt, playing with it like a kid about to eat ramen.
In front of me, Evelyn was still standing, her forehead dripping blood.
All of a sudden, she started laughing and smiling, licking the blood dripping from her head.
"That felt so good," She stated.
I watched in disbelief as the elf convulsed and started licking her fingers; her middle section was dripping wet with sticky fluids.
Evelyn's eyes widened, and she parted her mouth. Her tongue was protruding outward, licking her flushed cheeks. Her expression closely resembled the infamous Ahegao face I had encountered while viewing hentai.
'Thud, Thud."
Evelyn closed the distance between us, grabbed my body that was plastered against the tree trunk, and hugged me.
She whispered into my ear. "Ah, sweet agony! It kisses me like an old friend!"
Before I could react, her tongue invaded my mouth and impregnated it with her saliva, she curled her tongue around mine like we were having a handshake. As before, her bodily fluids healed me, removing all the injuries from my shoulder.
"Don't coddle me! Treat me like any other opponent. The rougher, the better practice for both of us," Evelyn Said.
My hand pushed her away, and I walked away from the bark of the cypress tree.
"That was my full power,"
"But it was just a scratch. Barely even registered."
"Are you making fun of me?"
Evelyn invaded my private space again and held my hand. She inspected it, her fingers tracing the shape of my veins.
"You don't have strong fiber tissues, your muscles are virtually nonexistent." She glanced at me. "What are you trying to achieve by launching repeated attacks at a tree?"
Evelyn let go of my hand and gently placed her palm on my cheeks, softly rubbing them.
"Remember, we are in a death game; your objective should be to head towards the center, rather than wasting time with the trees."
I grabbed Evelyn's hand as she played with my cheeks, "I am probably an easy kill for you, a toy you could throw away once you get bored."
My gaze shifted away from her and landed towards the sun as it leaned towards the west. "I can't use any of my revelations without injuring my body, without a way to fight, I am as good as a dead man walking."
With delicate steps, Evelyn maneuvered and positioned herself behind me. She placed her chin on my shoulder and grabbed my right hand, her supple boobs were pressing hard against my chest.
"Oh, Liam, you really should be thanking me. That thrashing I took from you? Quite exhilarating, I found a peculiar... delight in it." She bit into my ear. "I will never abandon people that make me cum."
Evelyn took my right hand and directed it toward another cypress tree."Pain is pleasure, Pleasure is pain."
"Listen to me closely," Her breath landed on my skin. "If you don't want to indulge in pain, if you don't want to taste what heaven feels like. You have to limit the speed of your heartbeat while activating a spell."
Evelyn pressed her chest aggressively against my back. "Listen to my heartbeat," she said.
In that moment, I perceived her heartbeat gradually intensifying; it grew stronger every ten seconds, and somehow, I could discern the interval between each pulse.
1.67ps (Normal human heartbeat per second.)
10ps...
20ps...
30ps...
40ps...
50ps...
60ps...
70ps...
80ps...
90ps...
100ps.....
Evelyn's wet crotch leaked liquid, which made their way to my clothes. The liquid blended with the swamp's moisture, producing a scent reminiscent of a wisteria tree.
"When you activate your ability, the impact corresponds directly to your heartbeat. The Lota core has a limit of 100ps. Avoid maximizing your limit; instead, activate your ability at 10ps and gradually determine what works best for your body."
I swallowed hard, sweat trickling down my throat. "Let me give it a try," I said.
My right fist clenched and focused on a tree trunk before us. But before I could activate my revelation. Evelyn brought out one of my fingers and pointed it at the trunk.
"Focus your mana at the tip of your finger; this ensures more precise and effective control."
Breathing in, I followed Evelyn's advice, channeling my mana toward the tip of my finger. The sensation felt as if my center of gravity had shifted from the core of my body to the tip of my finger.
"Blood Art Technique: Negative touch," I yelled.
At that moment, I focused intensely on my heartbeat, reducing it to 10 pulses per second. This effort produced a concentrated gravity wave, the size of a pumpkin.
The wave emanated from my body and rippled through the air, resembling the motion of water. Upon striking the trunk four meters away, it formed a lightning-like pattern without creating a complete crater.
Looking at my forefinger, it bent backward like a can of sardines being opened—I could see the mixture of my flesh and bones soaked in blood.
I held the urge to scream and glanced at my shoulder.
"I did it."
"That looks... invigorating. I wish I were on the receiving end of that." Evelyn said.
She took my face in her left hand and turned it to face her. Her tongue sank into my mouth, injecting her saliva into it.
"This is all the training we can afford. Let's move to the center; half the day is already gone. Don't forget, late arrival equals execution."