Peter never had a damn thing.
No talent.
No family name.
No bond.
In this world, power came from women. A soulbond with a waifu gave men the strength to fight, survive, and dominate. A knight with a bonded mage could hurl fire through his blade. A rogue with a fox girl could slip through shadows. One waifu meant power. A harem? That made you a god.
Peter had nothing but a chipped iron sword, scavenged boots, and the nickname "Peter-kun the Bondless." It started as a taunt. Now even beggars sneered it.
Today, everything changed.
"Make sure she's ready for the duel tonight," a silky voice drawled nearby.
Peter glanced up from the crate he was hauling.
There he was.
Leon Alderan—blonde hair, noble crest on his armor, sword so clean it screamed privilege. Beside him stood his bonded waifu, Sera the Flame Sorceress.
Peter froze.
Sera wasn't just beautiful—she was a weapon. Sun-kissed skin that glistened like polished gold, her vibrant pink, medium-short hair falling messily to her shoulders, framing a face made for sin. Her hourglass figure was barely contained by a super sexy flame sorceress outfit: a skin-tight micro-bikini top with thin straps struggling to cover her massive breasts, paired with a high-cut thong bottom that hugged her thick hips. Glowing red bond tattoos pulsed on her cleavage and inner thighs, screaming danger and desire. Her amber eyes were dead—cold obedience, like her soul had been snuffed out by the bond.
Leon caught Peter staring and smirked. "Oi, Peter-kun. Still hauling trash?" he called, loud enough for the courtyard to hear. "I'd offer you a girl, but none of mine would touch a level 2 loser."
The noble brats cackled. One whispered loudly, "Heard Duke Varon lost his ice mage to a challenger last week. They say only the God Harem Throne awaits the man who claims all Seven Primordials." Another snorted. "As if this rat could dream of it."
Peter clenched his jaw. He'd heard the insults a thousand times. But today, something burned under his skin.
A pulse. A flash. A glowing screen appeared.
🗡️ [Bond Breaker System Activated]
Unique Skill: Challenge Link
Passive: Steal bonded girl + power upon victory
Target Lock: Leon Alderan + Sera (Flame Sorceress)
Challenge eligible.
[Challenge Now?]
[YES] — [NO]
Peter blinked. Heatstroke? Hallucination? But the glow didn't fade. He glanced at Sera. Her amber eyes flicked to him—briefly. Something alive sparked in them.
"Leon," Peter said, stepping forward.
The laughter died.
Leon turned, smirking. "Yeah, Peter-kun? Here to polish my boots?"
"I challenge you. For her."
Silence hit like a blade. A gust of wind swept the courtyard. Nobles gawked. Some snorted.
Leon tilted his head. "You? For Sera?" He laughed. "You've got no bond, no stats. You'll die in seconds."
Peter nodded.
Leon scoffed. "Fine. One-sided duels are fun." He glanced at Sera. "Not that she'd obey a rat like you."
Sera stayed silent, but her gaze didn't waver.
🗡️ [Challenge Accepted]
⚠️ [Warning: Target has bonded stat boost. Win rate: 4%. GLHF.]
They stepped into the circle. Leon's sword gleamed, flame runes pulsing. Sera stood at the edge, her aura flaring like a wildfire. Her micro-bikini strained as her magic surged, a strap snapping with a soft pop, revealing more of her glistening cleavage and a glowing tattoo. Peter's pulse raced, but he gripped his rusted blade—barely a weapon.
Leon charged, his strike wide and arrogant. Peter rolled, the blade grazing his side. Blood sprayed. "Come on, Peter-kun! At least try!" Leon taunted.
Peter wasn't faster or stronger, but he was scrappy. He'd taken beatings his whole life. And he'd watched Leon spar—always posing, always gloating. Cocky.
Leon raised his sword for a flashy finisher, flames crackling. Peter spat blood and grinned. "Nice sword. Shame you fight like a peacock."
Leon's eyes blazed. "What?!"
The taunt worked. Leon's swing came fast but sloppy. Peter ducked, feeling the heat singe his back. He slammed his elbow into Leon's ribs—crack—then headbutted his jaw. Leon stumbled, off-balance from his showy stance.
Peter swung low, slashing Leon's thigh. Kicked him back. Tripped him.
Leon hit the dirt. His sword skittered away.
Silence.
The screen flared.
🌟 [Bond Severed: Leon & Sera]
🔥 [Power Absorbed: Flame Magic – Ember Core (Rank B)]
❤️ [New Bond Formed: Peter & Sera]
🎯 Affinity: 6% – Confused Submission
Sera's collar shattered in a burst of red light. Her blue bond mark cracked, replaced by a pulsing red tattoo across her chest. She gasped, her amber eyes glowing faintly.
She took a slow step toward Peter. Then another. Her hips swayed, heels clicking on the stone. The courtyard watched, stunned.
Her voice was a low, sultry whisper. "My body… it feels alive again."
Peter stood there, bleeding, dazed, barely standing.
Sera dropped to her knees before him, her torn bikini slipping slightly, revealing more of her glossy curves. Her lips curved into a dangerous, flirty smile. "You freed me, master. That means you own me now." She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Show me how you'll handle my heat."
Peter swallowed hard. His new flame magic tingled in his veins, but Sera's curves—and her words—were a whole different kind of fire.