Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 118: A Battle of Endurance

Twilight was a faction born from a strategic alliance between two major elven lineages: the Luna clan and the Aqua clan.

The Luna dominated perception and magical reflection. All were albinos, with skin of an immaculate paleness, almost translucent, so smooth it seemed sculpted from the purest marble. Their hair was an absolute white, silky and cascading like fresh snow, while their pearly eyes, iridescent with silver reflections, captured ambient mana with hypnotic intensity.

Their blood produced mages capable of reflecting or diverting magical attacks with deadly grace. The Aqua, on the other hand, ruled over water in all its forms: liquid, ice, vapor, pressure. Their nobility controlled maritime routes, sacred lakes, and magical technologies linked to hydromancy.

Their skin was equally pale and flawless, but often underscored by a fluid sensuality, as if water still flowed beneath their epidermis.

Twilight did not present itself as a mere military coalition. It was a showcase of elven superiority, a symbol meant to remind humans that certain lineages remained out of reach.

The villa where Lady Lynn of the Lake and Katrina Lancaster were located perfectly reflected this ideology. Built on an artificial cliff, the residence overlooked an immense basin connected to several giant aquariums.

Magical aquatic creatures swam slowly inside: translucent water serpents, luminescent fish, mana jellyfish.

The interior walls were made of reinforced glass and runic crystal, allowing water to be observed from almost every room.

Mana screens floated in the air, projecting different zones of the external battlefield in real time.

Katrina Lancaster was seated on a low sofa, legs crossed, a glass of clear juice in her hand.

The liquid was cold, slightly bluish, enriched with ice mana. She drank slowly, eyes fixed on one of the screens where impacts could be seen, silhouettes moving at inhuman speed.

Small and delicate in appearance, her body was a work of elven elegance: alabaster skin infinitely smooth and soft to the touch, generous and firm curves that strained the diaphanous fabric of her immaculate white dress. Her opulent breasts, round and high-set, pressed against the black laced corset that emphasized her slim waist and voluptuous hips.

Her full thighs, visible beneath the crossed ties of her outfit, radiated an innocent yet cruel sensuality. Her white hair with black tips, adorned with delicate blue accessories, framed a face with fine and cute features, with subtly blushing pointed ears.

Her icy blue eyes followed every movement with unhealthy attention, shining with an almost voracious curiosity.

She appeared calm, almost detached, but the way her full lips parted slightly betrayed contained excitement. A discreet smile sometimes formed on her lips when the image shook under a violent impact.

Behind her, Lady Lynn of the Lake was installed in a wide blue crystal armchair. Her body was relaxed, one leg resting on the armrest, offering an unobstructed view of her sculptural and dominant forms.

Her pale skin, smooth as polished latex, gleamed under the light reflections, accentuating every exaggerated curve: enormous and firm breasts molded in a shiny purple corset that made them overflow with provocative insolence, a cinched waist leading to wide hips and powerful thighs sheathed in glossy black leather.

Her long legs, ending in high boots, radiated undeniable sensual authority. Her wavy purple hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing an aristocratic face with piercing eyes and a carnivorous smile.

Her gaze was cold, dominant, absolutely self-assured.

At her feet, an elf from the Aqua clan was on all fours, shirtless, head bowed toward her.

Lynn slowly ran her fingers through his hair before pressing her foot against his face. He obeyed without a word and began licking her feet, diligent, docile.

Lynn briefly closed her eyes, satisfied, a subtle shiver running across her flawless skin.

"You are particularly performant today, Jordy," she said in a calm voice, laden with arrogant sensuality.

The elf shuddered, redoubling his efforts.

Katrina finally looked away from the screen and cast a quick glance at the scene. She expressed neither disgust nor surprise.

This kind of behavior was normal for Lynn. She set her glass down.

"Do you think Kaiser will win?" Katrina asked directly.

Lynn opened one eye, observed the screen where a human silhouette could be seen dodging an attack at very close range.

"I doubt it," she replied.

"He is undoubtedly very strong for a human." Her tone was measured, but there was an obvious hint of condescension.

"But Jasper is my fiancé for a reason."

Lynn stared at the screen where an arrow crossed the image at almost invisible speed.

"He is the only man who is truly at my level."

Katrina slightly narrowed her eyes. She observed the displayed movements carefully, the way Kaiser advanced despite the pressure, the manner in which he took hits without retreating. Her heart beat a little faster, a subtle warmth rising in her slender body. She did not like Kaiser.

And even less, she hated him, but something in her...

***

Jasper slowly removed the blindfold covering his eyes.

For a fraction of a second, nothing seemed to change.

Then his eyelids opened.

His iridescent pupils reflected light like polished glass, an iridescent glow while the black sclera absorbed every color around. Mana exploded instantly. A raw wave swept through the forest, making the ground vibrate, cracking the nearest trunks. Branches burst under the pressure, hurled like secondary projectiles.

Kaiser blinked, surprised.

He immediately felt the difference.

This was no longer just a precise archer.

This was a focal point of mana.

"You’re talking about a Luna who failed. This guy has legendary talent." Kaiser sighed to himself.

About twenty arrows materialized almost simultaneously in front of Jasper. The projectiles launched in a fan shape, each adjusting its trajectory mid-flight.

Kaiser leaped back, activating <Dash>. Two arrows exploded where he had been half a second earlier. The shockwave still struck him from the side, sending rock shards against his flank.

He slid to the ground, stabilized his body with an aura repulsion under his feet, and stood up.

"Okay..." he breathed.

"Now I’m going to have to go all out."

His hand plunged into his storage ring.

Two swords appeared in a brief flash.

The first had a completely black blade, matte, that seemed to absorb light.

The second was a dazzling white, almost too pure to be natural.

Chains were attached to the pommels. They instantly wrapped around Kaiser’s forearms, locking against his skin. At the same moment, he felt his aura being violently sucked in by the blades.