Absurd Talent
"Pull up that scene again."
In a pitch-dark chamber, a girl spoke as she gazed at the blue screen that filled the entire wall.
"Yes. Applicant Twenty-Two, at the eight-minute-fifty-second mark."
At her words, one of the staff operating the display enlarged the footage.
"Whoa."
"She's something else, all right… Is that really an applicant?"
"Right? I can't believe it either — that's why I'm rewatching."
Applicant Twenty-Two on the screen. The name on the paperwork had been Freyja, if memory served.
She stood alone in a forest half-consumed by fire. From behind her, a goblin lunged in for a surprise attack.
An ordinary person would have gone down under that strike… yet she countered as though she had predicted every move.
"She scattered her mana."
Dispersing mana into the air to widen one's detection range was a basic tactic among mages. Most, however, prepared it in advance. Mages who could scatter mana mid-combat were vanishingly rare.
"The vast majority of mages can't scatter mana separately while casting."
"It eats up too many resources."
"Exactly. That isn't something you learn through practice. It's pure instinct — the realm of talent. You can explain it a hundred times, a thousand times, show them ten thousand demonstrations… and the ones who can't, still can't."
The woman with yellow twin-tails spoke as she thrust out her meager chest with pride.
"And she used roughly five schools of magic. Every basic elemental spell, all of them."
It was an extraordinary gift. Her combat sense was solid, and the power of her magic was absurd. No one could look at her and think she was a mere applicant.
"I never imagined she'd sever a goblin's arms…"
Even with mana-based reinforcement suppressed, she had gone beyond wounding a monster's hide — she had cut the limbs clean off.
"This part, you mean?"
The woman — the Academy Principal — scrubbed back through the footage.
That earlier scene.
From above the goblin lunging at Freyja's back, a blade of wind came down like a guillotine. The goblin, body pitched forward in its charge, took the full force of the slash. Both arms were severed, and a deep gash was carved across its back. The spell's identity: Air Slash.
The most fundamental of wind magics.
"Incredible power. No — 'incredible' doesn't even cover it."
"Though that choice wasn't the right one, in the end."
"Well, true enough."
After all, severing the arms was precisely why Freyja had been forced to take the goblin's attack.
"But… still."
The Principal watched Freyja on the screen.
The sight of her being pounded by the goblin. The way those enormous breasts swayed with every thrust. A small smile touched the Principal's lips.
"The real fight starts now."
Monsters were never something you could handle with magic or swordsmanship alone. Blades and spells were nothing more than preparation — a way to wear them down. The true battle always began with sexual intercourse against the monster.
"By the way, those breasts are seriously huge."
"I know, right? They're bigger than mine…"
"What cup size even is that…? No, wait — is a size like that even possible? Just how much mana does she have…?!"
The Principal's brow furrowed slightly as she glanced at the woman seated beside her — Han Yu-seol, known as the Dancer. Her breasts were very large as well, yet Freyja's looked nearly twice the size.
"I thought yours were the absolute maximum."
"How would I know…"
"There's always an exception, is that it… Haa."
The Principal shook her head and returned her gaze to the screen.
On it, Freyja was still being pounded by the goblin. Her ass had been painted a deep red from the sheer number of impacts.
"Still, she looks like she has some room to spare—"
PWOOM—!
"—Huh?"
Mid-sentence, a bursting sound rang out.
The sound of a monster being defeated.
"How many minutes."
"Pardon?"
"How long did it take?"
At the Principal's demand, one of the staff hurriedly calculated the time. A moment later, the calculation was complete — and shock flooded that staffer's face as well.
"Two minutes…"
"What?"
"Two minutes and eleven seconds."
An absurd time.
The Principal let out a hollow laugh and spoke.
"The previous record for goblin subjugation was… five minutes, wasn't it?"
"Yes… precisely three minutes and thirty-two seconds."
And that record had been set by a full party.
Hunters typically operated in teams of three. In other words, the previous record of three minutes and thirty-two seconds was the time it took three people to subdue a single goblin.
And Freyja had taken down a full-condition goblin in a mere two minutes.
"Ridiculous."
The Principal straightened in her seat and stared hard at the screen.
The emotion gleaming in those sun-red eyes was curiosity. And, perhaps…
Perhaps a faint hope that she might be the one to save her.
"Haa…"
The goblin had burst.
Watching it dissolve into black ash and vanish, Freyja slowly exhaled.
"That's one, for now."
She staggered to her feet.
Monster fluids contained a mild aphrodisiac component, and a goblin's was the weakest among all monsters — yet it acted with exceptional speed.
"Haa."
She rose carefully, adjusting her armor.
"Guess I don't need the pants anymore."
Not that she could have used them anyway.
She tossed aside the dolphin shorts that had been reduced to rags and muttered to herself.
"I should be careful about cutting off arms."
The trembling was beginning to subside. Her body, still flushed with arousal, was slowly settling back down.
"I could take two or three more."
Gazing at the spot where the goblin had vanished into black ash, Freyja drew out her staff and used it as a walking stick as she started forward.
Step by step, she advanced. Feeling her mana begin to circulate once more, she allowed herself a small smile.
"Mm!"
Her recovery time was fast. The shaking had stopped, and she now understood roughly how intense the pleasure of goblin sex could be.
As long as she didn't sever any more arms, the remaining goblins would be weaker than the one she had just faced…
"I'll be fine."
Freyja bounced lightly in place for a moment.
"Yep. No problems."
She stretched her arms out long and loose, rolling through a light warm-up. Circulating her mana, focusing it into her legs… then reinforcing them.
Basic physical enhancement. She concentrated the resources spreading through her whole body into both legs.
"Let's go."
Thump—!
With a soft report, Freyja's body shot forward in an instant.
"Hnn…♥"
Roselia von Edelweiss.
Successor of the Edelweiss family and a magic swordsman, she was currently in the middle of subduing a goblin.
"Hurry and cum, if you would!"
"Kiiik!"
"Nngh-huuuh♥ N-nnghhoooh♥"
A massive cock pressed firmly against her womb. Just like her own, it exceeded twenty centimeters — and that enormous shaft was ravaging her refined noble pussy without mercy.
Even with every protective spell she had layered on, the pleasure still rattled her brain. How many liters of semen had she already disgracefully spilled against the tree she was using as a support…?!
"Nnghhoooh♥"
"Ki, kikikik!"
"Nngh-huuuh…!"
The cock crushing down on her womb. How long had it been since they started? It felt like ten minutes at least, yet she still couldn't sense even a hint of climax from the creature.
"Just how wonderful is Rose's pussy, I ask…!"
"Kiiik!"
"N-nnghhoooh…♥ Feeling good is all well and good…! But I shall never fall, I say…!!"
The cock creaked as it stretched her pussy wider.
"Ah, aah…! If it gets any bigger than that…!"
Judging by the sensation inside her, the shaft had swollen to at least one and a half times its original size. Roselia's eyes flashed.
"You expose your weakness!"
Her mana began to reverse its flow.
The cock was connected to her womb — her mana-maintenance device and core. Exposing the most precious site of mana generation was a high-risk, high-return gambit.
No — with her womb currently shielded by multiple layers of magic, it was practically low-risk, high-return.
"Off you go!"
As though the undignified moans of moments before had never existed, Roselia poured mana out through her womb.
The mana that flooded in through the goblin's urethra raced straight for the core inside its body.
"Haaaah—!"
CRACK! The core shattered with a sickening crunch.
Without even time for a death cry, the goblin vanished into black ash with a PWOOM—! Roselia exhaled a long breath of relief as she watched it go.
"Haaah… That was dangerous, it was."
She picked up her sword from where it had fallen when the goblin climaxed, murmuring to herself.
"Had I not thrust Sebastian into my chest, it truly would have been dangerous."
She was just about to take a moment's rest when something shot past her at high speed.
"Hm? That which just went by…"
In that fleeting glimpse: short pink hair, and a pair of absurdly oversized breasts.
A puzzle piece clicked into place in Roselia's mind, and she deduced the identity of the figure that had just raced past.
"That woman from before!"
The woman who had solved a problem even she could not, then coldly abandoned her and left!
Roselia snatched up Sebastian at once and reinforced her body with what mana she had left.
"Hnn…!"
Mana coursed through her veins, forcing her spent legs to move. Over that, she layered aura for a second round of reinforcement.
"Wait for me!"
With the speed of the wind itself, Roselia charged forward.
"Just where has she gone?!"
How could a person be that fast…? Even dual reinforcement of mana and aura hadn't been enough to catch her…!
Roselia pushed through the undergrowth, following the lingering traces of mana.
Parting the brush, then parting it again, she eventually came upon a clearing.
"Ah, at last I've found… her…?"
Oh.
The rather unreal spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
Roselia slowly, elegantly rubbed her eyes, then looked at the scene once more.
"Kiiik! Kiiiiik!"
"What's wrong? Hmm? This is the pussy you love so much! Hurry up and cum!"
"Ki, kikik! Kiiiiik!"
"N-nngh…♥ Hurry and c-cum…!"
Hmm. How to put it.
A more aggressive person than I expected—
PWOOOM—!
—Hmm. It would seem I mistook the person entirely.
Really now, for someone like her to confuse one person for another…
Hmm…
Yes.
It is so.
Hawawa.