Daymar’s palace had a grand hall that was built in the form of an oval. This structure reached throughout the height of the palace and had a balcony running around its periphery. The highest point of this balcony was at the sharp turning of the uneven oval and had what resembled a grand setting. Naturally, at the center of the hall was a training ground where martial arts performances were held.

Other than the occasional movement of maids, the palace hall was usually empty. A desolate silence, resembling a cemetery, usually engulfed this hall. However, this usually quiet palace hall seemed in turmoil today with loud ringing noises of metal clashing heavily.

If one looked at the training ground at the center of the hall, they could see two shadows fighting with a sword in their hands. On closer observation, one of these shadows seemed to be pressing down on the other with brutal force while the other was barely managing to evade the blows. One or two blows hit the latter shadow occasionally while it shrieked in pain from the blows. From this site, even a child could make out who was an expert and who was not.

The man who was being pushed back was, indeed, John but the one who was pushing him back was no man, but a woman.

A woman as fierce as a tigress, with a calm expression, slammed John with a blunt sword while smiling happily. If it weren’t for the training ground, she would have seemed like a total sadist. This woman, with a beautiful and lively face, looked so innocent on the outside that John inwardly sighed when the training began. Yes, she was the instructor that Daymar had chosen for John! Daymar was a cautious woman, but she always urged for the best. She wanted the best training for the man who may be her trump card, hence this pretty lady was called upon to train John. This woman was the strongest guard in her uncle’s army. She was born and raised on the battlefield and was as powerful as a six-star general. She worshiped power and thus joined Count Thomas rather than the fragile emperor. This incredible woman named Cassibel worshiped power so much that she even slept with the powerful count. Though she was no concubine, it was an open secret that she commits adultery with the count. On top of that, she held an overwhelming influence over the count which was second only to Daymar. As for the latter, she regarded Cassibel as her aunt and even addressed her so even though they were just a few years apart in age.

Cassibel had bright blue eyes that twinkled when she engaged in battle. Her black hair danced with the wind as she swung her sword. Her pearl white skin appeared even fairer by the rays of the morning sun shone on it. She swung her sword overhead and struck the sword in John’s hand violently. He flew back a dozen feet before landing heavily on the ground. Cassibel chuckled on seeing this, bullying the weak was her favorite pastime.

John felt pain surging through his numb hands, he screamed out loud which intensified Cassibel’s laughter. On seeing this something moved inside him. Thud! His heartbeat in his ears. Twisting his leg slightly, he sprang towards Cassibel at a swift speed. Cassibel was caught off guard as John’s palm landed heavily on her chest. She fell back with astonished eyes as her smile intensified.

“Naughty boy!” Cassibel chirped while rubbing her breast where John struck.

‘This masochist’ John sighed inwardly, but he couldn’t help but agree that it felt good. The feeling was like squeezing on cotton, for an instant he felt as if hands would pass through her tits. If John could define this vicious tigress in one word, it would be “Voluptuous” John whispered.

Cassibel was vicious but at the end of the day, John was still a man. He couldn’t help but notice her mountains which jiggled as she swung the sword. But the cherry on top of the ice was the two bubbles on her back which were developed to a frightening extent through countless battles. His eyes involuntarily swept across her alluring body.

Cassibel was a warrior who fought at the front-lines. She immediately caught John’s eyes feasting her curves. She licked her lips and replied “Finally, you have some motivation! If you want a woman, you should be strong enough to protect her. If you could beat my Count, I’ll gladly spread my legs.”

John was taken aback by this exchange, he quickly retracted his gaze and gripped his sword tightly. Before he could swing it, another violent blow struck him and he flew back again miserably screaming.

In the usually desolate training ground, the evil laugh of a vicious woman echoed as a pair of tits shook violently.