The same red uniform, except the shoulders had two more clasps than before.
Although the change was small, the significance of this uniform was vastly different from the previous one. The two clasps on the shoulders were for attaching a cape—the proof of a Knight.
In Richie's locker, there was also a cape, equally bright red, which would only be worn on formal occasions.
Besides the two clasps on the shoulders and the cape in the locker, Richie also received a medal.
Unfortunately, he couldn't prove that he was the one who detonated those energy crystals. That achievement couldn't be officially recorded, so he only received a silver First-Class Medal of Honor. Otherwise, a gold medal would have been a given.
Richie also recently learned that the Republic's criteria for evaluating military merits had always been highly controversial. The highest merit went to the one who first discovered the enemy and sounded the alarm; rescuing civilians ranked second, while the merit for killing enemies actually ranked last.
Perhaps this was the greatest sorrow of a civilian government, and also the root cause of why the Monstoke Republic, despite having the world's fifth-largest national strength, was only considered a second-rate power.
Richie felt little aversion to this. He was used to being a civilian; in his eyes, being a Knight was merely a high-income, high-risk profession.
Similarly, he didn't care much about military merits or medals; he preferred tangible rewards, like a bit of a bonus. Right now, the status of an Apprentice Knight satisfied him greatly, especially the salary that came with it.
His monthly income was equal to his dad's yearly earnings, and that was just the base salary, not counting allowances.
Take this time, for example. The enemy Knight he killed in that forest brought him a full one thousand crowns of income.
Richie felt extremely fortunate that when he killed that guy, he conveniently took the name tag hanging on him, because that thing was actually worth a thousand crowns.
Another thing that excited him was that he was about to possess his very own official Magitech Armor. Moreover, his armor wouldn't be a generic model; it would be specially designed by the Adjutant, Miss Randy.
Custom armors were detrimental to logistical support, so the military generally didn't like doing it. Only this squad was a bit special.
But before designing the custom armor, he first had to master his special defensive technique.
Almost everyone in the squad stood to the side watching. Even Robin, who usually ignored him, had surprisingly come over.
His sparring partner was still his mentor, Miss Dana.
Miss Dana's moves were heavy; in the squad, her attack power was the strongest.
Richie had also just learned that Miss Dana's father was the vice-commander of the Seventh Legion. Her family's secret Thunder Aura was famous for being tyrannical and fierce.
She still used a staff, but it had been changed from wooden to steel. Twisted arcs of electricity faintly flickered on the steel staff.
Richie stood ten meters away holding a round shield. Right now, he could only hold the shield with his left hand because the injury on his right hand still hadn't fully healed.
This round shield of his was very interesting. While other shields were all curved, this shield was actually flat, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror. A thin layer of yellow light faintly shrouded the mirror surface.
Without warning, Miss Dana's steel staff thrust straight forward. The electric arcs on it instantly flared into blinding lightning, shooting out ten meters and slamming heavily against the round shield in Richie's left hand.
There was no sound, but the lightning scattered in all directions. Some of it returned along its original path, but most of it bounced off elsewhere.
Although the lightning was deflected, Richie wasn't able to completely block the blow. His body was sent flying straight back. He flew at least thirty or forty meters before landing heavily on the ground.
"Still not good enough," Lina, who had been standing to the side with her arms crossed, said indifferently.
Dana was responsible for sparring with Richie, while Lina was responsible for giving pointers from the side. In terms of experience and knowledge in the entire squad, she could definitely be considered number one. She leisurely paced over to Richie and used her foot to prop the little guy up.
Seeing Richie's miserable appearance with his hair standing straight up, this heartless woman actually laughed. She giggled and said, "The taste of electric shock isn't comfortable, is it?"
At this moment, Richie's entire body was stiff. Let alone moving or speaking, he couldn't even roll his eyes.
Captain Calli couldn't quite bear to watch. She spoke a fair word: "This move of his is already considered pretty good. To actually be able to reflect elemental Aura attacks, it seems his future potential is limitless."
"But he still has to overcome the immediate hurdle first." Lina said as she patted Richie's back. Her Aura instantly surged into Richie's body. If it were anyone else, they definitely wouldn't be able to bear it, but Richie was an exception. Perhaps because most of the Aura in his body originally came from Lina, after this Aura circulated once through his body, he could gradually move again.
Richie knew very well what the "immediate hurdle" Lina was talking about meant.
Becoming an Apprentice Knight at this time wasn't necessarily a good thing. Because as an Apprentice Knight, one had to go to the battlefield. Only by surviving on the battlefield could one have a future.
By this time, his mentor Dana had also walked over.
The steel staff in her hand had already been scorched black by that strike just now, and the tip even had some melted spots.
Just thinking about how such a strike would feel if it hit his own body made Richie shudder.
"The standard for an Apprentice Knight is very low. As long as you comprehend Aura release and can use shockwaves, you're considered an Apprentice Knight. But you actually can't be considered a true Apprentice Knight because you can't release shockwaves. And this Aura reflection of yours is a bit strange; it's hard to say if it counts as Aura release." Dana first poured a bucket of cold water over Richie.
Dana felt that her apprentice's path before had been too smooth. It was hard to guarantee he wouldn't become complacent, so she couldn't help but lecture him a bit. But what she really wanted to say was what followed.
"The aspect where Knights are superior to Apprentice Knights is that their Aura possesses specific properties. My Aura has the lightning property. You've already tasted it. I can tell you, that was only a tenth of my power. Let me tell you another thing. Although I can't compare to that Knight of Honor you encountered halfway, my attacks can similarly bypass others' defenses."
To prove it to Richie, Dana lifted her steel staff and executed another straight thrust.
Similarly, lightning shot out. But this time, the lightning wasn't a straight line. Instead, it twisted and turned like a living snake. At ten meters away, this lightning actually made a 180-degree turn, looking like a hook made of electricity.
Richie gasped. Just thinking that he might encounter an enemy like his mentor on the battlefield made him shudder.
Ever since seeing that Knight of Honor make a move, he had never forgotten that indirect strike. He originally thought that was the patent of a Knight of Honor, never expecting that his mentor, Miss Dana, could actually do it too.
Miss Dana wasn't a Knight of Honor; she couldn't even be considered an Ace Knight.
This was what frightened him the most.
"You don't have to scare him either," Lina actually complained from the side. "It's not like everyone can practice high-level Arts like Thunder Aura."
Patting Richie's back, she comforted, "Rest assured. Among those below Ace rank, only one or two out of ten can do this. Yet..."
Her tone shifted. "To deal with your reflection, this isn't the only method."
She thought for a moment and said, "The simplest method is a forceful strike. I already saw it just now. To reflect the opponent's attack back, you must endure double the impact. Let alone us, even if people your age attacked with full force, double the impact would still be enough to shatter your arm."
Richie glanced at his right arm, which still hadn't recovered, and immediately understood the meaning behind Lina's words. His right arm was the best proof.
"A slightly more troublesome method than that is to use concussive attacks," Lina continued.
Upon hearing this, Richie's expression darkened with annoyance. Concussive attacks were just a slightly more advanced attack technique than shockwaves; almost any Knight could execute them.
Because concussive attacks were generally considered a technique with little lethality, few people bothered using them on the battlefield.
Seeing through Richie's thoughts at a glance, Lina said coldly, "Don't look down on concussive attacks. In the future, you might have the chance to understand that the simpler something is, the more endless potential it has. Among the strongest Arts I know, one evolved from concussive attacks. And the legendary strongest strike is actually a variation of a shockwave."
Richie didn't doubt Lina's words. Although he didn't know Lina's background, he knew her family background was definitely top-tier in the squad. In terms of strength, no one could compare, and in terms of experience and knowledge, no one could compare either.
Furthermore, he inadvertently glanced around just now and found that everyone here had different expressions.
Mentor Dana looked confused, Rosa's eyes were wide, and Merlin looked thoughtful, as if she had already gained some insight. The three sisters seemed quite surprised; they didn't seem to quite believe it. This might be because they had arrived here relatively late and weren't familiar with Lina, or it could be because they held a grudge against Lina and were unwilling to believe what their enemy said.
The only ones who seemed indifferent were Captain Calli and Robin, who was dressed in men's clothes with a buzz cut. However, their expressions weren't entirely the same. Captain Calli was clearly pondering, while Robin looked like she had known all along.
He had never paid attention to Robin before because he couldn't even avoid this woman in time.
Richie suddenly developed a great interest in this woman's identity. If he guessed right, this woman's family background probably wasn't much inferior to Lina's.
He spent almost the entire morning sparring with his mentor, Miss Dana. In the afternoon, under the guidance of his mentor and Lina, he began to improve his defensive technique.
He had already come up with a good name for this technique: "Mirror Reflection"...
The equipment room always seemed a bit messy. Two dismantled Magitech Armors leaned against the wall, and next to them hung a catalog. This catalog was half a person tall but very thin, containing only seven or eight pages. Each page depicted a Magitech Armor, showing not only its overall appearance but also its internal skeletal structure.
Adjutant Randy, Captain Calli, and Vice-captain Merlin stood in front of the catalog, discussing matters.
Merlin flipped through the catalog page by page. This was her first time seeing this catalog. She had always thought that Magitech Armors were mostly similar, but after seeing this, she realized that from inside out, every Magitech Armor had massive differences.
Now she finally understood how immense Adjutant Randy's workload was compared to other squads.
"I took an elective in Magitech Armor design back in school, but I'm more adept at making adjustments. I've never designed a Magitech Armor from scratch," Adjutant Randy said, lacking confidence.
"There's a first time for everything," Merlin smiled. She avoided Calli's gaze and secretly winked at Randy.
Randy naturally understood the double meaning behind Merlin's words. Back then, she had lost her virginity alongside Merlin, just one day apart. Merlin being taken advantage of by Richie was entirely because of her; she was implicated.
Now Randy couldn't say another word, nor could she continue making excuses.
Merlin stopped joking. She looked through the catalog and after a while said, "I suggest we don't let the little guy continue down the path of a Heavy Defender. His perception is quite good, and that 'Mirror Reflection' technique requires a high degree of hand flexibility and fast directional changes. It's not something you can just do by holding a shield in front."
Calli remained silent. Previously, she had considered battlefield survival rates, which was why she made Richie a Heavy Defender. But the situation had changed, and when it came to defense, Merlin was the absolute expert.
Randy couldn't help but ask, "Do you intend for him to become an obscure Light Defender like you? You could teach him some tricks, but it won't be easy to see results in a short time. And war is about to start again; we might even be chosen as the vanguard this time."
Captain Calli, who had been silent, finally spoke up, "I agree with Merlin's opinion. Although Heavy Defenders have a slightly higher survival rate on the battlefield, they are still cannon fodder. Conversely, although Light Defenders are a niche, as long as one achieves something, the survival rate is exceptionally high."
Since two of the three shared the same view, Adjutant Randy immediately stopped insisting on her own opinion.
With this decided, the choice became easier. Because their squad consisted mostly of female Knights, they had the highest number of light Magitech Armors.
The catalog could actually be taken apart. Randy took down two blueprints. One was Merlin's armor, "Swan," and the other was Lina's armor, "Hurricane Dancer." Merlin herself was a Light Defensive Knight, and her armor was built for this purpose. It was designed by the famous Magitech Armor designer Roennack and had been used by Merlin's family for a century. Having undergone countless adjustments, it could be said to have reached a state of perfection.
As for Lina's "Hurricane Dancer," it was even more extraordinary. She had never mentioned who designed it, but it was the most appropriately designed and exquisitely constructed light armor Randy had ever seen. Compared to it, Merlin's "Swan" felt more than a grade lower.
They were all in the same squad and had known each other for five or six years. Merlin naturally knew what kind of armor "Hurricane Dancer" was, so without thinking much, she pointed at the blueprint and said, "Let's use this one. Replace the Knight sword with a mirror shield. The mirror shield doesn't need to be too large; being too large is useless. To absorb that double impact, we need to put a layer of elastic material behind the shield."
"That's no problem." Randy had also heard about the flaws of Richie's "Mirror Reflection" and had already figured out what improvements the armor needed. Her thoughts were identical to Merlin's: use a layer of elastic material to absorb the impact as much as possible. Moreover, this material had another benefit—it could stop the spread of concussive waves.
"He still needs to carry those two giant shields," Calli said.
"If we do that, his arm speed won't be fast enough," Merlin frowned. But she quickly guessed the captain's thoughts, because for the current Richie, defense was still the top priority.
Calli already had a countermeasure in mind: "Haven't some people installed a pair of long blades on their elbows? We'll install a pair of round shields on Richie's armor in the same way. This provides defense without hindering his hand movements, and he can still retain the 'Shield Strike'. That move is actually quite effective for Defenders."
After thinking for a moment, Merlin nodded. She was an expert in this area and immediately understood the captain's intention.
With these two giant shields on his elbows, Richie would simultaneously have four shields, greatly increasing his defense. This way, they wouldn't have to worry about insufficient defense after switching from heavy to light armor.
As for that Shield Strike, its greatest use on the battlefield was actually to break out of an encirclement. It could be said to be a lifesaving ultimate skill for Heavy Defensive Knights.
Once the general design was finalized, Calli and Merlin walked out of the equipment room.
After walking several dozen meters, Calli said in a low voice, "If Richie switches to a Light Defender, he can justifiably remain in the squad. As far as I know, you're the only Light Defender in the entire Theater Command, so you're the only one who can teach him."
Merlin was momentarily stunned. She had considered this possibility but wasn't too sure.
Suddenly, she realized that Captain Calli was doing this entirely for her and Randy.
She knew one thing: when Richie and Lina were fooling around back then, Calli had considered kicking Richie out of the squad, especially after Richie raped those three sisters under Lina's arrangement. At that time, Calli had almost made the decision; she just hadn't submitted the request to the higher-ups yet because those three sisters were taking their anger out on Richie.
But after that mission, everything changed.
The biggest change was her and Randy; they both lost their virginities to that little guy, Richie.
"Don't overthink it. I just feel that keeping that little guy around is quite useful," Calli said lightly.
...
After dinner, Richie strolled alone in the square in the center of the camp. It was still early; even Lina wouldn't let him crawl into his room to fool around right now.
He had been living in the camp recently, the reason being that he needed to undergo treatment.
But this was actually true. Currently, his right hand wore a brace. His arm felt a bit hot inside and had a slight tingling sensation. This was proof that it was gradually recovering.
But the real reason he didn't want to go home was fear of his mom worrying.
As soon as she saw his injured arm, his mom would nag endlessly and always end up crying profusely.
Although this warmth moved him, constantly dealing with it was a bit unbearable, so he made up his mind to return only after his arm was fully healed.
With nothing to do, Richie began to fiddle with the weapons placed on both sides.
Among these weapons, the heaviest was the double-ended Knight lance used by Ailie, the eldest of the three sisters. This thing also had a ferocious name—the Double-headed Python. The second heaviest was the heavy Knight lance used by his mentor, Miss Dana.
Richie tried lifting it. He found that he could actually pick it up, but swinging it wasn't so easy. This thing was too heavy, plus he could only use one hand.
Just as he was clumsily trying to put the Double-headed Python back, he heard someone yell "Yo-ho" behind him: "I didn't realize you had some strength, actually wanting to play with my weapon."
He didn't need to guess who said that; it was definitely Ailie. Similarly, he didn't need to guess that the other two sisters were definitely with her.
Facing these three sisters, Richie still felt his scalp tingle. After all, the impression left on him by that hellish period back then was simply too profound.
Of course, he also knew that the impression he left on these three sisters was equally profound.
Just as he was about to slip away, Richie felt a gust of wind, and the three sisters had already surrounded him.
Three hands reached out simultaneously; one pinched his cheek, one grabbed his ear, and the last messed up his hair.
This didn't seem satisfying enough. Ailie grabbed her weapon, lifted Richie's left hand above his head, and placed the grip of the Double-headed Python into his hand.
"Since you're interested in this, I'll teach you."
Whether they were teasing Richie or genuinely wanting to teach him martial arts, these three sisters were quite serious, although they occasionally handed out a bit of corporal punishment.
"Don't just use brute force; the Double-headed Python isn't used like this."
Ailie first smacked Richie hard on the head, then held his hand to make the double-pointed Knight lance spin. "To use the Double-headed Python well, you must use finesse. Although it looks heavy, it's a weapon that emphasizes technique."
The double-pointed Knight lance spun faster and faster, and Richie gradually felt the change.
Once spinning, the Knight lance actually became lighter.
"Can you feel it? Is it getting lighter?" Ailie asked. "This thing is like a meteor hammer. Once swung, you can't feel its weight. That's why although my strength isn't as great as your mentor's, the weapon I use is heavier than hers."
Richie turned a deaf ear to whatever the three sisters were saying. At this moment, his mind was entirely filled with the rapidly spinning Double-headed Python.
He knew why the Double-headed Python was so light; it was because of inertia.
Just like pushing a cart, once it's moving, you don't need to exert much force, and you even feel like the cart is pulling you along.
All of this was due to inertia.
Back on their journey, he had thought about how to utilize inertia. At that time, he couldn't come up with a method, but now he finally had one.
And that was to make the shield spin.
Just as he had this epiphany, his two ears and nose were pinched hard.
"Are you even listening?" Ailie snorted. She was very dissatisfied that the little guy dared to zone out.
To Ailie's surprise, Richie didn't show fear as he usually did. Instead, he jumped up, hugged her, and kissed her.
"Thank you so much! You made me figure something out."
Letting go of Ailie, Richie ran towards Dana's room while shouting, "Mentor! Mentor! I have an idea!"
The three sisters stood there dumbfounded, looking at each other, none of them knowing what had just happened.
...
After dinner, generally no one practiced martial arts because at this time, the surroundings were completely silent, perfectly suitable for cultivating Aura.
But today, several torches were planted in the square in the center of the camp, and everyone was gathered around.
It was still Dana sparring with Richie, still one holding a steel staff and the other holding a shield. However, the shield in Richie's hand had just been modified by Adjutant Randy. Its outward appearance still looked the same—after all, a mirror is a mirror whether it spins or not. Only Richie knew best how fast this mirror shield was spinning.
At this moment, he discovered another strange phenomenon. Once the mirror shield started spinning, as long as he pulled his hand back, he would feel a suction force generated in his palm. When he pushed outward, it was exactly the opposite; the suction force turned into a repulsive force.
Unfortunately, he had no time to explore the mysteries within at this moment.
With the same shower of electric sparks, Mentor Dana's strike arrived right before his eyes. This time, Richie learned his lesson and didn't dare to block it head-on.
His body retreated, and his wrist gently pulled back. This was the usual method adopted when absorbing an impact.
Unexpectedly, a suction force inexplicably appeared in his palm. This suction force actually gathered the striking electric light into a ball at once.
A massive tremor followed, and Richie's left arm instantly went numb. The tremor also carried a trace of electric shock, but it was much more bearable than the strike during the morning spar.
The massive tremor in his hand lasted only a moment. Richie subconsciously pushed his palm forward, and the gathered electric light was actually pushed straight back. And when it was pushed back, it strangely spun.
Dana's reaction was considered swift. With a flick of the steel staff in her hand, she instantly blocked the rebounded electric light. A flash of lightning illuminated the area, and the tip of the steel staff actually erupted into a massive flash of light.
With a light clatter, the steel staff fell to the ground.
By the time everyone recovered from the blindness caused by the blinding flash, they saw that a foot-long section at the front of the steel staff had already been melted.
"Very good, this move is excellent," Captain Calli praised.
Lina had originally wanted to offer some praise too, but seeing Calli beat her to it, she could only do the opposite: "It's a pity the speed is a bit slower than before. The most useful aspect of this reflection attack is its unexpectedness. When a person attacks, it is often when their defense is weakest. It's just that seizing that momentary opportunity isn't easy. The previous reflection move could do it, and do it with 100% certainty. Unfortunately, now that there's an impact-absorption process, there's a delay."
"It can be improved later! Whose ultimate technique is mastered perfectly all at once? Who hasn't spent years slowly honing it before finally perfecting it? You're just nitpicking," Ailie, the eldest of the three sisters, couldn't help but say. Besides her grudge against Lina, she said this because Richie had come up with this move after receiving her "guidance."
The other two sisters also nodded continuously from the side. They had already attributed the credit for Richie creating this move to themselves, so they were particularly dissatisfied with Lina's nitpicking.
"Yes, there will indeed be plenty of opportunities to improve it later," Dana had to step forward to smooth things over; she didn't want Lina and the three sisters arguing again. "It's only been an hour and a half since Richie came up with this idea; how could it be perfect?"
Lina didn't argue. Smiling, she looked at the smug three sisters and said, "Improving it will still depend on me. Some people just picked up a ready-made bargain and actually consider it their own credit."
"What are you saying?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Are you picking a fight?"
The three sisters instantly grew angry and shouted simultaneously.
"Was I wrong? To improve this move, one must first understand the properties of this little guy's Aura. Besides me, who here has the ability to understand someone else's Aura properties?"
Upon hearing this, the three sisters immediately couldn't stand it. They were willing to bow down to anyone else in this squad, but they absolutely could not yield to Lina. Provoked by Lina like this, Ailie casually said, "What's the big deal? If you can do it, we can do it too. Do you dare to make another bet?"
"A bet it is." Lina's response was always that decisive.
In the camp, the three sisters' room was in a relatively secluded corner.
Richie vaguely remembered that this place seemed to have been a candy shop before. He rarely came here; he had almost always come with those rich classmates of his.
The space here was quite large, but it only had three beds.
However, it didn't look empty at all now, because there were many things thrown around in a mess everywhere.
At first glance at this room, Richie felt that these three sisters were extremely similar to Lina—equally lazy, equally averse to tidying up, and equally reckless with their spending. However, the three sisters' net worth definitely couldn't compare to Lina's, so he couldn't see anything particularly high-end among the items scattered on the floor.
"Tell us, what method does that woman have to understand the properties of your Aura?" Ailie asked as she pulled Richie aside. The other two sisters stared closely at him from his left and right.
Richie only felt waves of chill wash over his heart. Of course, he knew Lina's method, but could he say it?
Glancing left and right, Richie felt an exceptional headache. He had already realized that if he didn't tell them, nine times out of ten, these three women would use force to extract a confession.
"If I say it, you can't get angry." Richie had to secure a guarantee for himself first.
The three sisters didn't agree immediately. They thought for a moment, seemed to have guessed something, and a hint of a blush instantly appeared on their faces.
Not knowing if it was out of shame turning into anger, the third sister, Aima, poked Richie's head hard and said fiercely, "Do you even have the right to bargain? If you don't speak, hmph hmph..."
Now, even if he didn't want to speak, he had to.
Richie knew that he could only gamble now. If he won the bet, he would be much more comfortable in the future.
He didn't dare to speak any nonsense. He just recited the Dual Training Art that Lina gave him from beginning to end, like reciting from a textbook.
He kept his head lowered while reciting, not daring to look at the three sisters. After interacting with them for so long, he had already found the way to deal with these three sisters: he absolutely couldn't play tricks in front of them, and he had to pretend to be as obedient as possible.
After reciting the Art completely from beginning to end, Richie felt relieved. Since the three sisters allowed him to finish reciting this, it meant they were already somewhat tempted.
Actually, he had somewhat guessed this outcome. During this period, he had become increasingly immersed in matters between men and women, so he paid more attention to others around him. Upon observing, he discovered that except for those who knew nothing about such things and thus didn't care, anyone who had tasted its pleasures would definitely yearn for the comfort of the opposite sex. Even his cousin, who was a virgin, would seek him out to play those ambiguous and stimulating games.
As he was thinking, Richie suddenly felt three fingers poke his head simultaneously.
"What a bad guy."
"But we already made a bet, what do we do now? Admit defeat again?"
"I absolutely cannot swallow this anger. I can admit defeat to anyone, but I just cannot admit defeat to that woman."
"Are we going to let this kid take advantage of us?"
After a moment of silence, the eldest of the three sisters said, "How about we use our old method? Let's vote. Should we admit defeat to that woman, or should we help this kid improve that move?"
As Ailie spoke further, her words became increasingly unclear.
Richie felt somewhat suspicious in his heart. Which move exactly were they going to improve? His "Mirror Reflection" or his sex skills?
At this moment, he didn't need to guess the result of the vote; he was only curious whether the final result was two to one, or if all three were unanimous.
He was indeed very curious, but he didn't dare to peek because he knew he absolutely couldn't hide it from these three women. Once they caught him peeking, the consequences would be severe.
Sure enough, a moment later, he heard Ailie sigh softly. He didn't know if this sigh meant she had finally made up her mind, or if it meant everything aligned with her desires.
Perhaps it was both.
Being poked on the forehead again, Richie felt exceptionally annoyed inside. But after thinking about it, in a moment, these three women would be vigorously thrust by him with his shaft, and he immediately felt much more balanced inside.
"Kid, you'd better remember, we just don't want to lose to that woman, that's why we... accompany you... help you..." Ailie didn't know how to continue. The more she spoke, the more ashamed she felt, and her heart beat faster.
The other two sisters didn't know whether to sit or stand; their hearts were extremely conflicted at the moment.
Regarding the little guy Richie, they did have some hatred for him, but as for liking him—although they were unwilling to admit it—there was actually a little bit of that too.
Whenever they recalled the scene of their first time, they always hated him so much their teeth itched, but deep down, they also felt an itch. Over time, even their nether regions began to itch.
After a series of rustling sounds, all four of them were stripped completely naked.
Richie lay flat on his back on the bed. The three sisters insisted on this woman-on-top posture; it seemed this allowed them to feel in control of everything.
The first to go was naturally the eldest of the three sisters, Ailie.
That kind of male-female Dual Training Art required not only coupling below but also pressing lips together and intertwining tongues above, so Ailie arched her back and lay on Richie.
Richie's length was already pulsing hard, swaying slightly like a flagpole in the wind. His hands cautiously stroked Ailie's buttocks.
He was originally worried Ailie would get angry, but to his surprise, she let out a soft "Mmm," her body trembling slightly. She then closed her eyes, the expression on her face seemingly a bit pained, yet also immensely enjoying it.
Richie's fingers weren't in a hurry to point straight at the target. He gently traced a few times over Ailie's buttocks.
The buttocks of these three sisters were all very firm, and Ailie's was the firmest of all. Whether due to nervousness or because the stimulation was too intense, the muscles on her buttocks were taut, feeling like a block of stone or steel.
Except for Lina and Merlin, touching the buttocks of the other female Knights felt somewhat uncomfortable; this was a rather regrettable point. Richie slid his body down slightly and engulfed Ailie's left breast in his mouth.
There was no muscle in the breasts, so female Knights' breasts were the same as other women's—equally soft and elastic. Because female Knights exercised constantly, their breasts stood firm and upright, and all of them were beautiful; perhaps this could be considered a compensation.
The three sisters' breasts weren't considered large, but they won in proportion. The crimson tip at the apex was exceptionally lovely; the two nipples were like two peas, just with different colors.
Richie couldn't resist holding that crimson nipple in his mouth and sucking vigorously.
"Oh—" Ailie let out a long moan. A violent shudder ripped through her body. She snapped her eyes open and turned to look at her two younger sisters. Her two sisters, flushed scarlet, were half-kneeling and half-sitting, not knowing where to put their hands or how to place their feet.
Ailie felt extremely ashamed inside, but she put on an angry face and gave Richie a heavy knock on the head.
"Trying to be bad again? Don't move recklessly, we are practicing an Art now."
Richie immediately felt wronged. Although this was practicing an Art, it was also making love. He had never heard of making love without a bit of foreplay first.
But since Ailie had spoken, he naturally didn't dare to retort. His hand slid down to the crevice of Ailie's buttocks. With a gentle touch, he found that it was already soaking wet.
Since he could only use his left hand, Richie felt the brace on his right hand was really getting in the way, but unfortunately, he didn't dare to take it off.
Carefully parting Ailie's petals, Richie gently pressed his middle finger against the tender core. He immediately saw Ailie's body shiver again.
However, he didn't dare to play any further, afraid this woman would truly get angry.
Richie certainly didn't have Lina's skills. He had to use his hand to assist to aim his large glans at the target. But once aimed, everything was easy. He thrust his body forward, and his penis squeezed into Ailie's narrow vagina all at once.
This was Ailie's second time making love, and it had been some time since the last. Her vagina had recovered its previous tightness, so this thrust was quite a lot for her to bear.
Fortunately, Richie didn't continue pumping this time; he simply pushed as deep as he could.
He now understood how to enjoy the beauty of a woman. The vaginas of these three sisters weren't considered top-tier and had nothing special about them, but they had one advantage: they were hot.
Perhaps because the Art they cultivated was special, the temperature inside the three sisters was higher than others. So upon entering them, one could feel an intense heat inside, as if wrapped by a small furnace.
Richie felt incredibly comfortable, and at this moment, Ailie felt even more pleasure. She liked this feeling, and even wished it could be rougher—if it could be like last time, that would be even better.
Suddenly realizing what she was thinking, Ailie's heart raced wildly, and her head couldn't help but feel dizzy.
Am I addicted to being raped? she thought to herself. Thinking this, she immediately felt terrified and uneasy. Then she finally remembered what she had intended to do.
Her face burned, and even the bases of her ears turned bright red.
Following the incantation in her memory, she arched her back and pressed her lips against Richie's.
When their tongues touched, Ailie immediately felt her upper and lower body tremble simultaneously. It was an indescribable feeling; in that instant, it seemed as if her soul was forcibly drawn out.
This feeling was absolutely wonderful.
Like Ailie, Richie also felt exceptionally wonderful. A warm current surged out from the depths of Ailie's vagina. Ailie's Aura was far less pure than Lina's, but it was fiery and full of vitality.
As soon as this Aura entered his body, it swam rapidly, causing the Aura within him to also move much faster, and his body temperature gradually rose.
This was undoubtedly the characteristic of the Art the three sisters practiced—fast, full of vitality, and seemingly a bit impetuous.
Richie somewhat understood why the three sisters had such short tempers, because an Art could influence one's personality; he had known this long ago.
After this life energy circulated once within his body, it flowed back out along his penis, ultimately pouring back into Ailie's body.
The Art he practiced, specifically for Heavy Defenders, excelled at smoothing out the rough edges of Aura. Thus, after that life energy circulated in his body and was injected back into Ailie, it became much gentler and calmer.
Back and forth, life energy continuously exchanged between their bodies. When he coupled with Lina back then, Lina didn't gain any benefits, but this time was different. Although Ailie's Aura was only consumed without the slightest increase, her fiery and fierce Aura became much milder after this cycle, which was undoubtedly the greatest benefit.
After only a few cycles, Ailie already understood the profundity within.
However, she somewhat disliked this motionless feeling. Although she did feel a bursting sensation at first, once she adapted to it, she somewhat longed for the frantic and almost unbearable intercourse of last time.
To actually develop such a perverted preference because of that rape made Ailie herself feel her face burn. Yet, she couldn't help but think about her painful yet stimulating first time. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but wish Richie would rape her one more time.
But how could she say such words?
Richie didn't know what Ailie was thinking. If he did, he would definitely jump up in excitement.
At this moment, he was truly focused entirely on cultivating.
When he co-cultivated with Lina back then, the two of them went at it for an entire day. But this time, after less than an hour, Richie felt it was somewhat hard to bear, as if the Aura inside his body was about to erupt.
The Art the three sisters cultivated was simply too overbearing, their Aura as violent as fire. Although the second Art he practiced had the effect of tempering Aura, it still couldn't smooth out all of this violent Aura.
Richie didn't dare to joke around with his own life, so he hurriedly withdrew from Ailie's body.
"What? You're done already?" Ailie said with a face full of displeasure. She hadn't enjoyed it enough yet.
But seeing Richie's current state, she immediately understood where the problem lay. After a brief thought, she also sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
After circulating her Aura once, a hint of joy immediately appeared on Ailie's face. She already felt the change in her Aura. Normally, when she cultivated Aura, she could do at most 240 to 260 cycles, but now, she felt she could endure at least up to 300 cycles.
Getting out of bed, Ailie pulled her two younger sisters aside and told them about the benefits she had just received.
The two sisters' eyes instantly lit up. This was definitely a shortcut to rapidly improving their strength.
"It's a pity this kid's strength is too weak," Ailie couldn't help but complain.
"That's not right," Aima, the third sister, who had a bit more cunning than her two older sisters, remembered something. "Last time, this kid and that hateful woman went at it for an entire day. We didn't see them separate for over ten hours."
"Who knows what those two were doing in there," Ailie said with a bit of jealousy.
While they were talking, Richie had finished adjusting his breath. After circulating the newly obtained life energy for a dozen cycles, he finally felt much better.
"Whose turn is it now?" Richie looked up and asked. Since he had already dealt with Ailie, the eldest of the three sisters, he naturally no longer feared the other two.
Richie's words startled the three sisters; it somewhat exceeded their expectations.
"You didn't give your all just now?" Ailie's face instantly hardened.
"I did my best, but this Art is a bit strange. I don't know what's going on, but after merging with the Aura you gave me, I naturally feel like I can go again."
The three sisters looked at each other. Finally, Ailie pulled the second sister, Aileen, over.
Aileen had the most fiery temper among the three sisters, but she was also the shyest. Ever since stripping naked, she hadn't dared to look at Richie.
The two sisters had just been watching the live spring palace from the side, which had already made their flower paths muddy. So Richie didn't need to do any foreplay. He wrapped his arm around Aileen's waist and had her squat over him.
The two of them coupled sitting on the edge of the bed.
Upon entering Aileen's body, Richie immediately felt that this small furnace was even fiercer than the previous one.
The same Art practiced by different people would have some differences in effect. Aileen's Aura was noticeably more violent, so her personality was also more impatient.
Due to the posture, Richie felt his penis enter even deeper. At this moment, he wasn't as fearful as before, and a hint of a mischievous thought rose in his heart.
He hugged Aileen's buttocks with both hands and pushed down forcefully while continuously making her buttocks sway left and right.
That massive glans was like a drill pressing against Aileen's flower core, drilling back and forth vigorously.
Aileen's lips were originally pressed against Richie's. Provoked by such intense stimulation, her arched back suddenly straightened, and she screamed incessantly, "Ah... ah... ah... lighter... ah..."
Instantly, the room was filled with her screams.
Although it wasn't as rough as last time, Aileen still felt she was about to faint. Every rotation sent her soaring to the clouds, flying higher and higher, which also filled her with terror, not knowing when she would fall.
That scream made the other two sisters extremely flustered and also extremely embarrassed. The eldest, Ailie, hurriedly walked over in a panic and covered her sister's mouth.
Aileen used her hands to block, trying to throw off her sister's hands. The third sister, Aima, who was originally watching the show from the side, couldn't sit still either. She ran over, grabbed her second sister's arms and pulled them behind her back, while pressing down hard on her second sister's abdomen with her other hand, forcing her to bend over.
Richie was very clever; he immediately caught Aileen's lips.
The four of them tangled together, looking exactly like two women helping Richie rape their sister.
This was absolutely a bizarre kind of stimulation, a psychological stimulation.
Especially for Ailie. She had just harbored the desire to be raped again. Her heart pounded wildly, and her hands slowly slid downwards, ultimately stopping where the two were connected.
Ailie remembered which spots felt particularly stimulating when touched, and which spots felt particularly comfortable. Without needing anyone to teach her, she knew how to play.
Her hand reached around to her sister's front and flicked the swollen clitoris. Although her technique was nowhere near as skilled as Richie's or Lina's, it was still enough to cause her second sister to completely break down.
Suddenly, Aileen's body jolted violently, and all her muscles tensed up at once.
Aima, who had been holding tightly onto her second sister, felt a massive force transmit over, and her hand was instantly bounced away. Fortunately, her reaction was swift, and fortunately, although her second sister—now caught in an orgasm—had become incredibly strong, her movements were exceptionally sluggish. So, just as she was broken off, she immediately grabbed one of her second sister's arms again.
The eldest sister Ailie's reaction was equally swift; she immediately grabbed the other arm.
The two applied force simultaneously to restrain Aileen's arms again. Besides that unknown powerful force, they could also feel their second sister's continuous trembling and occasional spasms.
And at this moment, Aileen had already lost her wits. In her consciousness, there were only waves of climax, one higher than the other. The feeling of orgasm was far more intense and long-lasting than her first time.
After an unknown amount of time, Aileen's body gradually relaxed.
Richie, Ailie, and Aima simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. The two sisters supported their second sister's body and lifted her off Richie.
The second sister, Aileen, was already out of her mind, looking drowsy and dazed. The two sisters glanced at each other, their faces simultaneously turning bright red.
Putting her sister on the bed, Ailie glanced at her second sister. The third sister, Aima, was both expectant and afraid at this moment.
"Your turn." Ailie smiled lightly as she walked over and pulled her third sister.
"No." Aima subconsciously dodged backward, but she didn't truly avoid it and was still dragged over by her eldest sister.
Richie was still sitting cross-legged adjusting his breath. The harvest he gained from Aileen was much greater than what he gained from the eldest sister, Ailie.
Just now, he had wanted to be mischievous and see what would happen if he pushed open the cervix and inserted directly into the uterus. He hadn't expected the reaction to be much more intense than he anticipated.
He only felt a scorching Aura surge into his body along the place where the two were connected. Although it was still a trickling stream, it was vastly different from before. If the previous one was a light and thin broth, then this was a rich and thick soup.
Although the quantity was roughly the same, the quality was entirely different.
Richie expended several times the effort to finally digest this harvest.
By the time he opened his eyes again, he was astonished to see the third sister, Aima, standing beside him supported by her eldest sister. Aima was bound with straps. Richie was too familiar with those straps; weren't they the straps from the infirmary used to tie down wounded soldiers? Back then, Lina had used these straps to bind these three sisters and let him rape them.
Richie didn't dare to think much about where these straps came from, nor did he want to think about it.