Chapter 15
Chapter 15: What Happened to the Mental Soothing?
Sean stood in Cynthia’s exclusive training room, where the walls were embedded with magical runes that emitted a faint blue glow, casting the shadows of their two figures.
The training room was spacious and empty, with soft magical mats covering the floor. They had a slight bounce when stepped on, clearly designed for high-intensity training. The area was surrounded by invisible barriers that could reduce damage caused by magic.
Cynthia stood opposite Sean, holding a wooden training sword wrapped with faint magical energy fluctuations.
Her gaze was sharp and focused, like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.
“Sean, today’s training content is simple.”
Cynthia spoke, her voice carrying unquestionable authority.
“I will attack you, and your task is to dodge. Remember, don’t try to counterattack. Your goal is to avoid each of my attacks as much as possible.”
“Yes.”
Sean nodded, feeling somewhat nervous.
Cynthia’s attacks were no joke. As a mage, her speed and strength far exceeded ordinary people, and she was also using magical power to enhance her body. At the same time, he understood that such training was crucial for him.
After all, Cynthia’s attacks were much more precise than those of magical beasts. If he could handle Cynthia’s offensive, he would appear much more capable when facing magical beasts.
“Sean, are you ready?”
Cynthia slightly raised her chin, a faint smile curving her lips.
“Ready.”
Sean took a deep breath, lowering his body slightly into a defensive stance.
Cynthia said nothing more. Her figure instantly disappeared from where she stood, and the next moment, the wooden sword was already whistling toward Sean’s chest.
Sean’s pupils contracted, and his body instinctively dodged to one side, narrowly avoiding the strike.
However, before he could steady himself, Cynthia’s second attack was already following.
The wooden sword traced an arc through the air, aiming directly at Sean’s side.
Sean gritted his teeth, his body jerking backward. The wooden sword almost grazed his abdomen, bringing a cool breeze.
His heartbeat accelerated, and fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.
“Not bad reaction, but not fast enough.”
Cynthia’s voice came from the side as her figure moved like a ghost through the training room, the wooden sword’s attacks coming from tricky and sharp angles.
Sean had no time to respond. All his attention was focused on dodging Cynthia’s attacks.
Each dodge left him exhausted, but his body seemed to be forced to reveal its potential, his movements becoming increasingly agile.
However, Cynthia’s attack speed didn’t slow down at all.
Her wooden sword came like a storm, and Sean could only barely dodge, with no opportunity to counterattack. His body was struck multiple times by the wooden sword.
Gradually, Sean’s breathing became rapid, sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking his shirt.
“Sean, your stamina is nearly exhausted.”
Although Cynthia said this, her attacks didn’t stop.
“On the battlefield, magical beasts won’t give you a chance to catch your breath.”
Sean gritted his teeth, forcing himself to concentrate.
Cynthia was right, but he also knew in his heart that while this training method could improve his physical techniques and reaction ability, it also left him with no ability to fight back against enemies.
This Crimson Flame Saintess’s purpose was obvious—she wanted Sean to be able to protect himself on the battlefield while still depending on her protection.
“She’s binding me to her side.”
Sean thought silently, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
Cynthia’s selfishness wasn’t just for his safety, but more to ensure he couldn’t escape her control. This was a form of subtle domestication.
Finally, after another fierce attack from Cynthia, Sean’s stamina was completely exhausted.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily as sweat dripped from his hair onto the floor.
“Good performance today, Sean. You’re more talented than most beginners.”
Cynthia stopped her attacks, walked to Sean’s side, and looked down at him with some satisfaction in her eyes.
“Lady Cynthia, your attacks… were really too fast.”
Sean barely raised his head, showing a bitter smile.
“Rest for a while. Your stamina is completely drained.”
Cynthia chuckled lightly and reached out to pull Sean up.
Sean nodded and walked to the rest area to sit down.
His shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining his solid, well-proportioned physique. His skin was fair, and his muscle definition was clear and beautiful, showing both strength and aesthetic appeal.
Combined with his handsome Eastern features, he appeared particularly striking in this magical world.
Cynthia’s gaze unconsciously lingered on Sean’s body, especially on his exposed abs.
Her stare was unabashed and predatory, like someone appreciating a work of art. This was the gaze of a superior examining an inferior—in her eyes, Sean had already become her possession.
Sean felt her gaze and couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine, as if he were completely naked under her scrutiny.
He awkwardly straightened his clothes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
“Sean, your stamina still needs improvement.”
Cynthia slowly approached, looking down at him from above. Her eyes flickered with an indescribable light, her voice low and languid, as if evaluating an object that belonged to her.
Sean felt her approach and unconsciously tensed up.
He raised his head and happened to meet Cynthia’s predatory eyes, making his heart tighten involuntarily.
This Crimson Flame Saintess’s gaze was too direct, as if she wanted to see right through him.
“Lady Cynthia, I will continue to work hard.”
Sean responded softly, trying to make his voice sound calm. However, his tone carried an undisguisable nervousness.
Cynthia chuckled lightly and reached out to gently stroke Sean’s shoulder.
Her fingers were cool, and though her movements seemed casual, they carried an irresistible dominance. When her fingertips touched his warm skin, Sean’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
“But your body is unexpectedly… quite solid.”
Cynthia’s voice was low and ambiguous as her fingers slowly slid down his shoulder, across his arm, and finally stopped at his wrist.
Her fingertips gently caressed his skin, as if appreciating a delicate work of art.
Sean’s heartbeat accelerated and his breathing became rapid.
He tried to pull his hand back, but although Cynthia’s grip was gentle, he couldn’t break free.
“Lady Cynthia, please don’t do this…”
His cheeks flushed slightly, panic showing in his eyes.
Cynthia seemed not to hear his words and continued her actions.
Her fingers gently lifted to stroke his chin, forcing him to raise his head and meet her gaze. Her eyes held a teasing smile, as if she was enjoying his embarrassment.
“Sean, do you know? Your abilities, your reactions… they all interest me greatly.”
Cynthia’s voice was low and seductive as her fingers gently slid across his cheek, finally stopping at his lips.
Sean’s heart was practically jumping out of his chest, his body rigid and completely unable to move.
Cynthia’s breath was close, carrying an oppressive feeling that made him feel there was nowhere to escape.
Her fingers gently pressed against his lips, as if testing his reaction.
Sean’s breathing almost stopped, his mind completely blank, unable to think at all.
Cynthia’s breath, her touch, her voice—everything made him feel an irresistible sense of oppression.
“Wait… wait a moment…”
Sean instinctively retreated, reaching out to try to stop Cynthia.
But Cynthia didn’t stop. She caught Sean’s hand and moved even closer to him, her entire body almost pressed against his, her warm breath spraying against his ear with heart-palpitating ambiguity.
Sean’s body trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but swallow.
Was this saintess interested in his body?
What happened to just mental soothing?