Chapter 176.5 - After the Fight, the Fire (Bonus)

Warning: This bonus chapter contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Note: Bonus chapters do not contribute to the main storyline. Feel free to skip them.

Ayu's pulse raced as the sparring match came to an end. Sweat clung to her skin, and her breaths came in shallow gasps.

Across from her, he stood, his chest heaving, his broad frame radiating power, and that maddening grin curling at his lips as he took his mask off.

“Not bad,” Alonso said, his voice light but tinged with pride.

“Not bad?” Ayu shot back, her tone sharp, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her excitement. She planted her hands on her hips, still catching her breath. “Give me another day and you’ll be eating dirt.”

“Oh, is that so? I would very much like to see that,” Alonso chuckled as he caught a break and stared at the moon—or whatever replica of it hovered in the night sky. “A beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Ayu followed his gaze and noted that, indeed, the moon looked rather close tonight. It was… pretty.

“So, how do you feel? I saw you hold the technique for quite a while and even improve near the end,” he said, his tone shifting to something softer.

Ayu smiled, her expression betraying how happy she felt from the compliment. “Well, I guess I’m rather talented, aren’t I?”

But his eyes pierced her in a way that made her breath hitch for a second. “Indeed, my Ayu is great.”

This… guy.

Always saying things like that all of a sudden. We… we just finished… sparring…

“So, no lingering headaches or dizziness? Does your body feel more tired than usual?” he asked, suddenly catching her off guard with the shift in tone.

“Ehhh… yes, I guess… I’m fine,” she said, but then noticed his wicked smile and realized she had fallen into a trap.

“Oh, that’s great then. I was worried I’d have to hold back,” he said as he calmly started walking in her direction.

Her heart started beating faster, her blood rushing to her head. The atmosphere around them changed, and she found herself rooted in place as he closed the distance.

He reached out, his hand lifting her mask with deliberate care, revealing her flushed face. His eyes softened as he took her in, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine.

Ayu felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. She was still sweaty and dirty from the fight, hardly presentable. But Alonso didn’t seem to care.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of her neck. The gentle contact made her skin tingle in the best way—a sensation so light and soft it sent heat rushing to her cheeks. Her breath hitched as his lips lingered, moving with unhurried precision, savoring every moment.

“I… I’m dirty,” she murmured, her voice trembling and barely audible.

His response was a quiet hum against her skin, the vibration sending ripples through her nerves. “And?” he replied, his voice low and smooth.

His hand rose to trace her left cheek, his fingertips brushing gently along her jaw before trailing downward. The slow, deliberate motion sent a shiver coursing through her.

His hand continued its journey, sliding down the curve of her back, his palm pressing lightly against her as he pulled her closer. The warmth of his body against hers made her heart pound even harder, her nerves alight with every point of contact.

Then his hand dipped even lower, his fingers finding the curve of her ass. The firm, confident grip drew a quiet, involuntary moan from her lips, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

But before she could retreat into her own self-consciousness, his tongue flicked against the edge of her ear.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as the soft, wet pressure of his tongue traced a languid path along the delicate curve of her ear.

His movements were slow, almost torturous, each flick and caress coaxing her senses into a heightened, feverish awareness.

Her tendrils quivered, twitching instinctively as though echoing the tremor that coursed through her.

A soft moan slipped past her lips, unbidden, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and undeniable longing. Her hands hesitated before finding their way to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his armor as though it were the only thing keeping her grounded in the moment.

When his teeth gently grazed the tender flesh just beneath her earlobe, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, her knees threatening to buckle. She clung to him tighter, her breath hitching as her mind scrambled to keep up with the onslaught of sensations.

But then he suddenly stopped. Alonso pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. The intensity in his eyes left her breathless, her resolve slipping further. But even as her desires stirred, she cast a quick glance toward the cave’s entrance, a flicker of worry crossing her face.

“Not… here,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Without a word, he swept her into his arms, his grip firm and commanding. His hands slid lower, settling on the curve of her ass as he pulled her tightly against him.

The motion brought her legs instinctively around his waist, locking behind him, while her arms looped around his neck.

Their lips met, soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in a way that left her breathless.

Each deliberate stroke sent shivers cascading through her, the growing heat between them leaving her lightheaded.

A pulse of desire built within her, and she could feel herself growing increasingly wet. She… she wanted him.

Her hands gripped his back and his head tighter, her tongue matching the intensity of his, her legs pressing closer to feel the heat of his body more fully. But… it wasn’t enough.

She wanted more.

She realized they were already in the cave and broke away from his lips, her own glistening with his saliva. Without hesitation, she slipped out of his grip, surprising him, and slammed the boulder shut behind them before pushing him onto the makeshift bed below.

Her body burned with need, her blood and desire taking over, guiding her every move. She let go of her restraint, let loose completely.

Piece by piece, she removed her gear—her armor, everything—until she stood completely naked before him. The way his eyes roamed her body, filled with hunger and lust, brought a slow, teasing smile to her lips.

She knelt on the bed, crawling toward him with deliberate slowness. He reached out to touch her, but she caught his hands and shook her head, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. No… tonight… she would take the lead.

Her hands drew her closer to him as she leaned in for a kiss, stopping just shy of his lips, leaving him hanging in anticipation, before shifting to his ear. Her breath was warm against his skin as she murmured, her voice low and soft.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered, planting a kiss on his neck before returning to his ear, her tongue gliding along its edge with feather-light precision. She felt his body tense and shudder, his reaction feeding her own rising heat.

Her hands moved with purpose, stripping away his armor and gauntlets. She paused, noticing his knuckles were still red, healing from his grueling training. A soft smile curved her lips as she took his hand, her tongue lightly tracing along his knuckles before drawing one finger into her mouth, sucking gently.

His body shuddered in response, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing hard against her.

After sucking his fingers, she guided his hand to her breast, pressing it firmly against it.

His touch was tentative at first, his fingers exploring before groping her gently. When his fingertips found her hardened nipple, they teased and played, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her.

She stared at his eyes. They were closed, and he didn’t seem to be using waves to cheat.

She liked that.

Today, he had been wonderful with her… like always. He deserved a reward.

Leaning in, she kissed his chest, her lips lingering before her tongue flicked around his nipples. Her hand roamed over his hardened muscles, savoring the feel of every curve and ridge.

He radiated a warmth and a raw appeal that made her pulse quicken and her desire flare uncontrollably.

But… it was time for the main course.

Her kisses trailed downward, her lips brushing against his abs, her tongue playfully circling his belly button.

Her hands caressed his sides, exploring his body before moving lower. Slowly, she slipped off his boots and pants.

And then she leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his long, hard shaft.

She liked it. It was steady and strong—just like him.

She pressed a soft kiss to the tip, drawing a low moan from his lips, before letting her tongue trail around it.

She didn’t have much experience with this, but she knew enough—and now, with every movement, she could sense his reactions clearly. His subtle shifts, his shuddering breaths, guided her, letting her focus on what made him tremble the most.

She started at the base, her tongue gliding slowly upward, savoring the way his body responded. Reaching the tip, she circled it in a deliberate, slow rhythm before licking gently. One hand wrapped around his shaft, playful but firm, her strokes perfectly measured to draw the reactions she wanted.

Her other hand rested on his thigh, her fingers teasingly tracing the contours of his muscles. With a mischievous smile, she let her fingers “walk” upward, a light, teasing touch, until they reached his balls. She cupped them gently, her strokes and licks in perfect harmony, the combination leaving him breathless.

The way his body tensed and trembled under her touch sent a thrill through her, her own arousal building as her thighs grew slick from her fluids running down.

But not yet…

She wanted to push him further, to tease him until he couldn’t hold back, maybe even make him cum before starting again.

The thought of it only made her want him more.

She then shifted, her mouth opening wide as she took the tip of his dick in, sucking gently before moving further down.

She soon realized she couldn’t take him fully, gagging slightly as she tried. So she focused on just the top, applying steady pressure while her tongue swirled and teased the sensitive tip.

The musky scent only heightened her arousal, a warmth pooling within her as she tasted the faint saltiness on her tongue. But what stirred her even more was the way his body reacted—his muscles tensing, his fists clenching tightly at his sides.

He was close.

Sensing this, she quickened her pace, her mouth moving up and down faster, her suction more intense. One hand stroked his length in rhythm, while the other caressed and massaged his balls, coaxing him toward release.

And then it happened. His body arched sharply, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as he spilled into her mouth. The warmth of it hit her throat, and though some slipped past, she held steady, her lips and tongue still working as his body convulsed beneath her.

She didn’t stop. She kept her grip firm, drawing out every last shudder of his climax. With one final motion, she pressed at the base, her lips tightening as she sucked him clean, swallowing hesitantly before finally pulling back. Her gaze met his face—his eyes were still closed, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and bliss.

“You can look now,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.

His eyes opened slowly, locking onto hers, and she smiled mischievously, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in a deliberate, teasing motion. Her hand stroked him again, making him flinch and tremble at her touch.

Leaning forward, she let her tongue trace over the tip, cleaning the few remnants that had surfaced. Her gaze never wavered from his as she did so, her expression playful but intent.

Her hand continued stroking him briefly before she shifted upward, positioning herself over him, her lips close to each other.

Their eyes met, and he showed hesitation and shifted his head just slightly to the right—perhaps because her mouth still carried his scent.

She chuckled at the thought, but didn’t want to press forward.

She only grinned, leaning back slightly as she guided his shaft into her, lowering herself in one fluid motion until he was fully inside her.

A loud moan tore from her as the overwhelming pleasure nearly sent her over the edge instantly. Her body trembled, already so close, but she held herself together, determined to draw out the moment.

Planting her hands firmly on his chest, she began to move in slow, deliberate circles, her movements teasing and controlled.

The night stretched on…