I Only Summon Amazon Giantesses

In the clinical ward of the school hospital, where the injured, bruised, and bedridden stayed for treatment and medication, Mark sat facing a bed where Cassandra lay. The bed that had been damaged earlier in the accident had been taken away to be repaired.

Penthesilea had already recovered from her own injury, taking her back into the soul space. It was as though she possessed some kind of trait related to battle resistance and endurance against wounds, allowing her to heal adequately and enhancing her chances of recovery.

There was another principle that an Amazon grew stronger through damage and bruises suffered in the fulfillment of her loyal duties and goals.

Though both Amazons were healed now, Cassandra still needed a little more time and had decided to remain for a more precise recovery through the recovering mana within the air around the hospital.

She also had a fondness for staying in the real world to explore and understand more than Penthesilea did.

Mark caressed her shoulder softly to comfort her out of care and concern, even though he knew she could handle herself quite thoroughly.

Through a curtain from the next ward, Samantha peeked slightly as she watched the boy treat Cassandra like an actual fellow human being, which she appeared to be.

But summons were more like configurations and figures of human souls, bound by their link and created by mysterious mana as part of the soul. It didn’t quite make sense to her, especially from the way Mark communicated with them, which made her curious about his intentions.

But then, her thoughts were interrupted by a patient’s call for help as she left to attend to them. Mark remained silent for a while, his eyes tracking the place where the school nurse had been watching him all the while with a wry smile.

’Good, she’s gone, leaving me alone and clear from any other eyes. I can do what I really intend to do here.’ He thought inwardly as he stood up from the seat to check around the room and ensure his privacy with Cassandra.

Something had struck his mind, and he wanted to try and test it as well. It was his initial plan to test Cassandra and her Amazonian claims about their rigid order and desire toward their duties and goals rather than feelings, urges, or deep desires for men.

Even though they were Amazons, seasoned strictly for their loyal ambitions, work, and service to the Amazon Order, they were still female beings.

The only difference was that they hadn’t been familiar with or given the chance to be introduced to feelings of primal urges and pleasant desires.

Both Penthesilea and Cassandra had rejected the idea, with warnings from the rules of the Amazon Order, but he was going to defy them because he didn’t think it was good or right to prevent them from being free with their true nature as women.

He believed he was going to be the rightful one to give them what they deserved as women by changing history.

After that thought, and after confirming that the coast was clear, he went back over to Cassandra, who was now seated with crossed legs. It was a sign that she was almost fully recovered from her previous state.

Mark sat on the edge of the bed with her, though she was taller than he was in almost every position. But that rather made her much more alluring and enchanting to him. He wanted her the most.

With slow, gentle movements, he began to caress her powerful thighs. The gesture sent a wave through his body as he felt how pliant her body could be despite her hard nature when it came to battle and combat.

”Just relax and feel it. Rest and find the right mood to allow it. Calm any storm within and melt,” Mark said slowly as he continued to move his hands over her exposed skin. One hand slipped across her shoulder while the other moved along her thighs.

Cassandra’s body reacted subtly to the unfamiliar sensation that moved through her like a soft wave along the shore. But then, her expression changed when she realized what Mark was actually trying to do with her.

Before Mark could think or act, his vision shifted as he was suddenly flipped easily over the bed. His head struck the edge with a bang while his body slammed against the entire surface, making the bed shake violently.

Mark realized that Cassandra was already standing beside the bed with clenched fists. She came closer before raising her right foot over the edge of the bed where his head was closer to her inner thighs. She placed the bottom of her palm over his forehead as though to crush it, her stare boring into him like a blazing sun as she drew her head toward him.

”You mortal pervert, you never ever seem to learn to know your boundaries, do you? Not until I bash this head of yours and serve it as a trophy to the Amazon Order. Men really do have unimaginably numerous problems with themselves, and I can’t believe that I’m under one.” Cassandra’s unusually light voice was hard and straight over Mark’s ears.

A wry smile crept over Mark’s lips as he looked directly into her blue eyes. ”Oh? Pervert? This one’s hard and new. You seem to actually know about all these terms that you claim not to know about due to flawless discipline.”

”And you try to threaten me? Your bringer, your master, heir to the rightful prince. The one who gave you all dungeon cores you needed to grow stronger, including this latest one that increased your power by 0.6. I’ve even assisted you in countless battles.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed as she stared at his face before she scoffed slightly. ”Who said anything about you helping me with my growth and battles? It’s the other way around. I’ve done all this myself before.”

Mark paused for a moment before pressing on. ”Cassie, but this is only for your own good, your true femininity. Just let it be.”

He raised both hands toward her bare thighs in a smooth rubbing motion that came slowly. At this point, he activated the skill [Summoner’s Caress] to amplify the weight of his own touch over her skin with higher sensitivity.

Cassandra’s body reacted subtly as smooth waves travelled along her nervous system in a manner that felt unfamiliar and strangely pleasant.

But Mark understood that this would be alien, unfamiliar, and vague to her system because she must have never experienced such a feeling as someone shaped around only duties, service, and battle.

Just then, he noticed around her innermost thighs had gone slick with her own fluid, tracing down slowly along her skin that glistened beautifully over the light around. A physical reaction.

A smile appeared over his lips as Cassandra’s expression changed with even subtle shock.

”Yes, that’s right. Claim your real identity as a woman, not just as an Amazon.” His voice came softly and convincingly, but Cassandra shut her eyes briefly before standing properly away from the bed.

But Mark believed that she was merely a good performer and that he had a viable reason for his claim. If anything, the [Summoner’s Caress] skill did not simply inflict foreign arousal into one’s system. Instead, it amplified the urge and desire that was already available within the person’s system.

And that was what he believed had happened to Cassandra, a female warrior who had never faltered throughout her countless services to the Amazon Order, maintaining pure discipline and control.

In reality, he now believed that she and perhaps the other members had been suppressing those feelings for years.

And right now, that hypothesis seemed to have been proven to him.