Chapter 247: Kazuya’s Hands Are a National Threat

Kazuya had never regretted anything more in his life.

He was trapped.

By fate.

By destiny.

By a seven-foot-tall, Amazonian MILF warrior with abs that could deflect arrows and a battle-hardened thirst for combat… and possibly something else.

Sylvara was crying from laughter.

Bradimus was in full mental collapse mode.

Celestia? Celestia had taken out another notebook labeled: 'Experiments in Supreme Touch – A Case Study in MILF Combat Training.'

And Valkyria?

Valkyria was standing there, waiting.

Her intense golden gaze was locked onto Kazuya like a predator hunting prey.

"…Again," she repeated.

Kazuya gulped. "A-Again?"

Valkyria nodded, dead serious. "Yes. I need to master my resistance. Your touch technique… it weakens my battle aura. If an enemy learns to use this against me, I must learn to overcome it."

Kazuya wanted to cry.

His Supreme Touch ability had been nothing but a curse since day one. He had accidentally defeated an S-rank villain with it. He had accidentally caused a MILF revolution. And now, he was accidentally being forced into full-blown combat training with a battle-thirsty gladiator goddess who wanted nothing more than to be repeatedly weakened by his hands.

God help him.

Sylvara was wheezing. "K-Kazuya… if you survive this, I'm putting this in my memoirs."

Bradimus let out a low, haunted whisper. "Why… why isn't it me…?"

Celestia flipped a page. "Kazuya. For science."

Kazuya turned to her, pleading. "For science what?"

Celestia adjusted her glasses. "Do it again."

Kazuya collapsed onto the floor.

"I hate my life."

Valkyria cracked her neck. "Come on, Chosen One. I don't have all day."

"…Kill me," Kazuya muttered.

"Later," she promised.

Kazuya groaned but knew he had no choice. His Supreme Touch ability was basically a divine curse at this point. If he didn't help Valkyria "train," she'd probably just pin him down and force him to do it anyway.

And so, with the dull, defeated sigh of a man who had accepted his fate, Kazuya reached out.

His fingers brushed against her stomach.

BOOOOM.

Another shockwave rippled through the training grounds.

Valkyria stiffened.

A shudder ran through her body as her battle aura faltered.

Her stance wavered, just for a second. Her breath hitched.

Sylvara screamed into the dirt.

Bradimus was banging his fists against the ground, overcome with despair.

Celestia adjusted her glasses and wrote something down.

Kazuya?

Kazuya was mentally ascending to another plane of existence.

This wasn't a combat training session.

This was a MILF weakness discovery arc.

And he was on the frontlines.

Valkyria exhaled sharply, shaking off the aftereffects. Then she straightened, rolled her shoulders, and turned back to him.

"…Again."

Kazuya internally screamed.

He did it again.

BOOOOM.

Another shockwave.

This time, Valkyria reacted quicker. Her battle aura only flickered for half a second.

She nodded in approval. "Good. I'm adapting."

Kazuya, meanwhile, was about to collapse.

Sylvara was now just making seal noises on the ground.

Bradimus had given up on life.

Celestia was sketching battle diagrams, because of course she was.

Valkyria turned back to him.

"…Again."

Kazuya let out a dead inside sigh. "This is my life now, huh?"

Sylvara choked out a laugh. "Yup. You're the MILF Tamer."

Bradimus sobbed. "That should have been my title…"

Celestia simply wrote: "Subject Kazuya has achieved MILF Domination Level 2."

TO BE CONTINUED…