Transmigrated As A Stepdad In A Fantasy Doujin World

Chapter 66: 66. Training With Amber 2(18+)

The light in the private training room had shifted by the time the last exchange ended.

Kael lay on his back against the polished stone, chest rising and falling in hard, uneven pulls.

Sweat clung to his forehead and ran down into his hair, plastering the blond strands flat against his skin.

The Mulberry sword rested a short distance away where it had finally slipped from his grip.

Every muscle in his arms and shoulders burned from the constant effort of forcing mana into strikes that never landed cleanly on her.

Amber still stood.

She had not moved more than a few steps in any direction for the entire session.

The thin layer of red mana around her left hand had long since faded, yet she looked almost untouched.

Only the slight darkening of the fabric along the inner thighs of her blood-red gown-style dress hinted that anything at all had affected her.

She shifted her weight once, pressing her legs a little closer together for a brief second before settling again.

The motion was small and controlled.

Kael, still staring at the ceiling while he tried to catch his breath, never noticed it.

Amber looked down at him with the same rough, measuring expression she had worn since the first strike.

”You lasted longer than I expected,” she said.

”Most D- ranks fold after the first hour when I keep the pressure this steady. Your sword work is clean enough. The problem is still the same. You treat mana like a hammer instead of something you can shape. Until you fix that, every strong opponent will push you around the same way I just did.”

Kael turned his head enough to meet her eyes. His voice came out rough from the effort.

”Noted. Any other advice before I pass out on your floor?”

Amber’s mouth twitched at the corner, not quite a smile.

”Get up when you can walk. Go eat something. Be back here at five in the morning. It’s your luck I’m even letting you sleep tonight. Don’t waste it.”

She turned toward the door without waiting for an answer.

The deep-red curls shifted once across her back as she moved.

Kael watched her leave and let out a quiet breath.

’What luck? You’re just beating me into the floor and calling it training for Christ sake.’

Amber stepped into the corridor and immediately felt the itch between her legs sharpen again.

The sensation had stayed with her through the entire session, low and persistent.

She clenched her jaw and kept walking.

’I need to do something about this itch of mine before it starts affecting my focus.’

She turned toward the private onsen wing instead of the main hall.

Kael forced himself upright a few minutes later.

His legs protested every step as he limped out of the restricted corridor and back toward the common areas of the guild.

The question that had been sitting at the back of his mind finally surfaced.

’Did the pheromone skill really have no effect on her at all?’

The system window opened on its own.

[Host does not need to worry.

The target is strong, but not strong enough to fully resist this heavenly system’s skill.]

Kael almost smiled despite the soreness.

’Wow. You’re actually useful for once. Great work, system. Now answer something else. Why did someone as strong as my wife marry me for no clear reason, and why does she have five daughters from completely different races?’

The system remained silent.

’Useless, system.’

Meanwhile Amber reached the women’s side of the onsen.

The changing area was quiet, lined with wooden lockers marked by simple numbers.

She pulled the blood-red gown-style dress over her head and set it aside.

The dark stockings and red shoes followed.

Her body was lean and compact from years of constant fighting.

Modest, perky breasts sat high on her chest, the nipples already slightly tight from the cool air.

A thin scar crossed the lower part of her stomach, older than the one under her eye, adding another hard line to a frame that had never cared about looking soft.

The red panties she still wore clung to her hips.

The fabric between her legs showed a clear outline of her pussy, and a small dark patch had already formed where the earlier wetness had soaked through.

Amber touched the damp spot with her index and middle fingers.

When she pulled them away the fingers came back sticky.

She stared at the evidence for a long second.

’It seems I have to do that if I want to stay focused for the battle days ahead.’

The decision settled without ceremony.

She had never touched herself for pleasure before.

She had never seen the point. Fighting had always been enough. Strength had always been enough.

Now the itch refused to leave.

She would deal with it here, quickly, and then put the entire matter out of her mind.

Amber stepped through the wooden screen that led into the bathing hall.

Hot water vapor rose in soft white sheets from the wide stone pool, the surface of the water still and clear beneath the steam.

The air carried the faint mineral scent of the heated springs the guild had built into the lower level.

Lanterns set into the walls gave the room a low, even glow.

She hooked her thumbs into the waist of the red panties and pushed them down.

The fabric slid over her hips and dropped to the floor.

Her bare pussy came into view, the soft lips already slightly parted and glistening.

A thin red patch sat above the pussy like a triangle.

Above the narrow cleft the small, tight ring of her asshole sat smooth.

She left the panties where they fell and walked into the pool.

The heat wrapped around her legs and then her waist as she sank down to sit on the submerged stone ledge.

For a moment she simply stayed still, hoping the temperature would ease the persistent itch between her thighs.

It helped a little, but the sensation remained, low and insistent, refusing to fade on its own.

Amber exhaled through her nose and slipped one hand beneath the water.

Her fingers brushed the outer lips first, tracing the soft folds with slow, uncertain pressure.

A small sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.

”Nn~”

The quiet moan surprised her.

She froze for half a second, then continued.

The movement of her fingers stayed awkward at first, more exploration than technique.

She remembered the way some of the girls at the academy used to talk in the dorms late at night, describing how they touched themselves when no one was around.

At the time she had tuned the conversations out.

Now she tried to recall the details they had shared.

She pulled gently at one soft lip, then the other.

Circling motions followed, the pad of her middle finger gliding over the sensitive skin in small, tightening paths.

The water made everything slicker.

The itch that had bothered her for hours began to change shape, turning into a deeper, heavier heat that spread upward through her stomach.

Her breathing grew shorter.

The movements of her hand lost their earlier hesitation and settled into a steadier rhythm.

She no longer cared how the motions looked or whether they matched anything she had heard.

The only thing that mattered was the pressure building under her fingers and the way her thighs had started to tremble against the stone.

”Ah~nn~”

Soft sounds kept slipping out.

She rubbed faster, the water around her hips shifting with each small motion of her arm.

The tension in her lower body pulled tight, tighter, until it finally broke.

A sharper moan left her mouth as the climax rolled through her.

Her free hand gripped the edge of the pool.

Her back arched once, then settled.

Clear fluid mixed with the hot water between her legs while the last pulses faded.

Amber stayed still for a long moment, breathing hard, face turned toward the rising steam.

The itch was still present, but it had dropped to a faint, manageable level.

’Now I’m feeling better.’

Heat that had nothing to do with the water climbed into her cheeks.

She had touched herself alone in an onsen like the exhibitionist academy sluts she had seen so many times.

The thought sat awkwardly in her mind.

She pushed it aside the same way she pushed aside most things that were not useful for fighting, stood up, and reached for a towel.

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Kael pushed open the door that led back into the main guild hall and stepped inside on still-unsteady legs.

Near the reception counter Mira stood with her hands on her hips, speaking in a low, firm voice.

Lina faced her with her head turned sharply to the side, white hair falling across one cheek, lips pushed out in a clear pout.

Whatever lecture Mira was delivering, the younger woman was doing her best to ignore it while still being forced to listen.

Further into the hall, at one of the side tables, Seraphine and Eira sat together.

Lily occupied the third chair, light-brown hair neat, black eyes calm as she spoke with them in quiet tones.

The three of them looked settled, as if they had been there for some time.

Kael started toward the table, brow slightly furrowed.

’Why are they still here? And with Lily?’