Kazuya was dying inside.
He had been stuck in Valkyria's "training" session for over two hours. His hands were numb. His soul was numb. His dignity was a long-lost artifact buried beneath the sands of time.
And yet—
Valkyria still stood before him, battle-hardened, muscles glistening with sweat, eyes burning with determination.
"…Again."
Kazuya twitched. "Do you even feel pain? Do you even feel emotions?"
Valkyria folded her arms. "Pain is temporary. Victory is forever."
Sylvara was sitting cross-legged on the ground, eating popcorn. "She's got a point, babe."
Kazuya turned to her. "WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!"
Bradimus, who had been in a deep, emotional coma, suddenly stirred. "Kazuya… listen… we all have a purpose in life."
Kazuya squinted. "…And mine is?"
Bradimus placed a hand on his shoulder.
"To weaken MILFs."
Kazuya's soul shattered.
Sylvara burst out laughing. "PFFT—HAHAHAHA! IT'S TRUE THOUGH."
Celestia adjusted her glasses, flipping to a new page in her journal. "I'd call it an impressive specialization."
Kazuya looked at all of them. His so-called "companions."
Not a single one was coming to his aid.
This was MILF Mountain all over again.
But this time, he had nowhere to run.
Valkyria cracked her neck. "Again."
Kazuya let out a deep, suffering sigh.
He reached out.
His fingers brushed against her abs.
BOOOOOM.
Another shockwave blasted through the training grounds.
Valkyria flinched.
Her battle aura flickered.
But then—
She grinned. "I lasted half a second longer."
Kazuya collapsed onto the ground.
Sylvara, tears in her eyes, wheeze-laughed. "Dude, you're literally teaching a MILF how to counter your ultimate move."
Bradimus held his head in his hands. "He's unlocking MILF resistance… This is a war crime."
Celestia simply wrote: "Subject Valkyria has reached MILF Defense Level 1."
Valkyria turned back to him.
"…Again."
Kazuya just stared at the sky. Why was he alive? Why did God hate him?
Sylvara leaned over him. "Hey babe, you okay?"
"DO I LOOK OKAY?!"
She smirked. "Nah. But you look really cute when you suffer."
Kazuya groaned. "I hate you."
She kissed his forehead. "Love you too."
Valkyria sighed. "If you're done with your mating rituals, let's continue."
Bradimus let out a broken, hollow laugh. "Mating rituals. Ha. Hahahaha. If only…"
Kazuya sat up and glared at all of them.
"…You're all sick."
Sylvara popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Facts."
Valkyria rolled her shoulders. "One last time, Chosen One."
Kazuya sighed. "Fine. But after this, I'm retiring. Forever."
Celestia wrote: "Subject Kazuya has made this claim before. It has never held true."
He ignored her.
Kazuya reached out.
One last time.
His fingers grazed Valkyria's abs of destruction.
BOOOOOM.
A final shockwave erupted across the training field.
Valkyria staggered. Her battle aura wavered violently.
For a second—just a second—she looked like she might actually collapse.
But then—
She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and forced herself to stay upright.
The shockwave settled.
The dust cleared.
Valkyria was still standing.
Bradimus dropped to his knees. "Dear god. She's built different."
Celestia gasped. "She resisted the full power…?"
Sylvara blinked. "Ayo?"
Valkyria wiped the sweat from her forehead. She took a deep breath, then turned to Kazuya, eyes filled with pride.
"…Thank you. I have conquered my weakness."
Kazuya collapsed face-first onto the ground.
Valkyria nodded in satisfaction. "You are dismissed."
Kazuya did not move.
Sylvara poked him. "Yo. You dead?"
Kazuya mumbled into the dirt. "I hate my life."
Bradimus patted his back. "It's okay, buddy. You'll get used to it."
Celestia finished writing her notes. "This was an excellent study session."
Sylvara cracked her knuckles. "Welp. Guess we're heading to the next city."
Kazuya slowly lifted his head. "Do… do we have to?"
Sylvara grinned. "Oh, babe. The MILF Tamer's work is never done."
Kazuya internally screamed.
TO BE CONTINUED…