Peter's flame magic was like mainlining a volcano—ready to erupt and ruin his day. Sera's ritual had him feral, her micro-bikini and "good girl" moans frying his brain like an overcooked egg. He stood in the mage chamber's doorway, sword sparking like a budget sparkler, Sera posing like she was the cover art for a hentai VN. Her pink, shoulder-length hair clung to her glossy skin, tattoos glowing on her cleavage and thighs like a neon rave. Her thong was barely hanging on, bikini straps covering her nipples by sheer willpower.
"Ready to clap some cheeks, master?" Sera purred, twirling a fireball like it was a fidget spinner. "Or you still simping over my dump truck?"
Peter smirked, blood dripping like he was cosplaying a slasher flick. "Keep shaking it, Sera, and I'll make you my Discord kitten."
Her amber eyes flashed like a thirst trap alert. "Kitten? I'm your whole cat café, simp." She bounced, making a noble outside yeet his wine glass into orbit.
The door exploded, splinters flying like a bad action movie. Cedric Alderan loomed, a walking tank in dragon-etched armor, looking like he bench-pressed castles. Next to him was Kara, the Dragon Princess—crimson hair, golden slitted eyes, and scale-threaded bikini armor that was 99% thirst trap, 1% armor. Her muscular curves and flicking tail were the kind of brain rot that'd crash your browser.
"Peter-kun," Cedric growled, voice like a pissed-off bear. "You clowned my brother. Hand over Sera, or I'll turn you into a kebab."
Sera cackled, thong shifting as she struck a pose that could've ended OnlyFans. "Cedric, you're dumber than a bag of hammers. Peter's my master, and he's got more drip than your whole bloodline."
Kara's tail smashed the floor, cracking stone. "I'll torch that bikini off you, sparkler, and keep the ashes."
Peter raised his sword, flames dancing like he was about to drop a mixtape. "Yo, dragon mommy, I'm stealing your thighs next. Save me a seat."
Cedric charged, sword swinging like a wrecking ball. Peter dodged, the blade obliterating a wall. Sera snapped her fingers, a fire whip cracking across Cedric's armor like a spicy slap. He grunted, barely fazed. Kara exhaled dragon fire, a blue-hot blast that could've cooked a dragon. Peter dove, his shirt vaporizing, abs popping like he'd been edited in Photoshop.
"Sera, let's cook!" Peter whooped, grinning like a complete degenerate.
"Bet, master!" Sera spun, bikini jiggling like it was paid overtime, tattoos blazing brighter than a rave. She hurled fireballs, each bounce making nobles choke on their privilege. Kara countered with a flame wall, turning the room into Satan's sauna. Peter darted through, street-rat style, yelling, "Cedric, your armor's shinier than your game!"
Cedric roared, swinging so sloppy it was almost sad. Peter slid under, slashing his shin. Blood sprayed like a cheap horror flick. Sera's whip snaked around Kara's wrist, but the dragon princess snapped it like a glowstick, her tail whipping Sera's thigh. Her thong tore just enough to keep it PG-13, nipples safe. "Freaky!" Sera giggled, dropping a fire vortex that could've roasted a village.
Peter's flames went full anime, Sera's magic juicing him like a Red Bull sponsorship. He yeeted a fireball at Cedric, who stumbled like a drunk toddler. "Sera, hit the gas!" he shouted. She posed, bikini straining like it was begging for mercy, and unleashed a flaming tsunami that'd make a hentai artist cry. Cedric and Kara braced, but the heat yeeted them toward the door like bad fanfiction.
"Scram, losers!" Cedric barked, dragging Kara out. She shot Peter a glare—half murder, half "call me."
The flames fizzled out. Sera strutted over, sweat making her glossy skin a straight-up war crime. "We're too spicy, master," she purred, brushing her pink hair. "Get it? Spicy?"
Peter laughed, panting like he'd run a thirst marathon. A screen flashed, sassy as ever.
🔥 [Combat Synergy: Peter & Sera +5%]
Affinity: 15% – Freaky Loyalty
Challenge eligibility for Kara: 3 encounters remaining.
"Three more for dragon mommy?" Peter groaned. "She's gonna make me work."
Sera leaned in, bikini brushing his chest like a felony. "She's a Primordial, simp. Gotta earn those thighs." She winked, thong shifting. "Lucky you've got me to train your thirsty ass."
Peter smirked, wiping sweat. "You're trouble, good girl."
Her laugh was pure chaos. "And you're addicted. Cedric's back soon—let's get stupider."
Noble shouts echoed outside, louder than a Reddit thread. Peter gripped his sword, Sera's heat fueling his inner simp. This harem game was peak brain rot, and he was living for it.