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Titan Rumble Ch 38: Falling, Let The Contest Begin!
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 21:16:00 +0000 UTCCain's world had turned into a chaotic nightmare of fabric and flesh. The pressure of Yuna's body moved like shifting mountains against him, each step she took vibrating through her frame, rumbling like distant thunder. Her skin was warm against his back, the smooth wall of her flesh pressing into him, and the black fabric of her uniform pinned him from the other side like a relentless current.
He tried to steady himself, clawing at seams and folds, but Yuna's movements tossed him around as if he were nothing more than dust caught in a storm. Every shift of her hips, every flex of her muscles sent him tumbling deeper into the dark folds.
"Dammit!" Cain shouted, his voice muffled in the vast, fabric-lined cavern. He reached out, his fingers scraping against her skin, desperately trying to find some kind of purchase. But she was too smooth, her body too immense, and his tiny grip failed him over and over.
He slid further, helpless against the rhythm of her movements. The air grew hotter, denser, the sound of her heartbeat thrumming faintly beneath everything like a distant drum.
Cain's stomach dropped when he looked down. Through the shifting shadows and the swaying fabric, he spotted the opening of Yuna's pants—the dark, yawning gap that led somewhere he definitely did not want to go.
"Oh no..." he muttered, dread tightening in his chest.
And then the inevitable happened.
The fabric folded sharply, her motion jolted, and Cain slipped free of the space he'd been clinging to. He fell with a helpless yell, arms flailing, and dropped straight through the waistband of Yuna's pants.
The rush of air was hot, carrying with it her warmth and the faintest trace of her scent.
"Oh, hell no—!" Cain barked, twisting midair, but there was no stopping it.
He landed inside.
The world outside was chaos—the clash of Aurora and Yuna's auras tearing the courtyard apart—but Cain's battlefield had become infinitely more personal. Black fabric pressed him close, her massive body moving with frightening force, every subtle twitch of her muscles tossing him into new angles. He was buried alive inside Yuna's clothing, sliding against her skin with no control over where he'd end up.
Cain groaned, bracing his hands and feet against her flesh in a desperate attempt to stop himself from sliding any deeper. His heart pounded furiously, not just from the battle raging above, but from the sheer absurdity of his situation.
"This... is not how a master of the dojo is supposed to go out..." he growled under his breath, straining against the crushing warmth that surrounded him.
But Yuna's movements only continued to rumble, rolling him further down with every flex of her body.
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Chapter 38 (continued)
The air was thick with dust and the faint heat of two colliding auras, but at last, the storm began to ease. Yuna exhaled hard, her towering frame steadying as her blue aura flickered and then dimmed down to a soft glow. Across from her, Aurora stood chest heaving, the fiery crimson that had cloaked her finally beginning to retreat.
The ground between them was cracked and cratered, stones still sliding loose from the courtyard walls. Yet for all their ferocity, neither sister had gone for a finishing blow. Not really. It was all pride, all tension, all the need to prove something without truly destroying what stood in front of them.
"Aurora," Yuna said firmly, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.
Aurora let out one more sharp breath, her aura sputtering before finally snuffing out. Her eyes burned with reluctance, but she gave a sharp nod and stepped back, sweat dripping from her brow.
Yuna rolled her shoulder, then glanced to her right, expecting the faint weight of Cain perched as always.
Her eyes widened when her shoulder was empty.
"Cain?" she called, twisting her head slightly as if he'd somehow slid further up her collar. She looked down to the ground, scanning the cracked stones, expecting to see the little Omega standing somewhere near her boot. Nothing.
A faint crease of worry pinched her brow. For a moment, she considered searching, but then her logic cut in. Cain wasn't careless. If he wasn't where he should be, then he must've jumped off. Maybe he had some small master's scheme, some lesson he wanted to pull on them all.
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned her gaze back to her sister. "Fine. We'll trust him to do what he's doing. For now—let's get back to the students."
Aurora lifted a brow, sweat still glistening down her cheek. "What are you saying?"
Yuna pointed toward the gathered five, who were still standing near the wall, wide-eyed after witnessing the clash of their towering teachers. "We'll divide them. You pick who you want to train first, and I'll take the rest. We'll see who produces the stronger fighters."
Aurora's crimson eyes swept across the group of students, her lips curling into a sharp smirk. She didn't even hesitate. "Rika. Satsuki. You're with me."
Both girls stiffened at being chosen so directly. Rika blinked in shock, then swallowed hard before nodding with quiet determination. Satsuki's expression was less controlled—her nerves were obvious—but she stepped forward anyway, clutching her fists as if to steady herself.
Yuna folded her arms. "Then that leaves Emiko, Nao, and Kaito with me." Her voice was calm, measured, as if she had known that was how things would split.
For a brief, competitive moment, the sisters locked eyes, the tension of their earlier clash still lingering beneath the surface. Yuna allowed herself a small smile. "Let the best teacher win."
And then, without warning, her posture stiffened.
A sharp jolt shot through her, her thighs clenching together as heat flushed her cheeks. A sudden, involuntary moan escaped her lips, soft but undeniable. "Ohhh..."
The students froze. Five pairs of eyes widened in utter confusion, their heads tilting in unison as they stared up at their towering instructor.
Aurora blinked once, then smirked knowingly. "...What was that?"
Yuna's eyes snapped wide, her face turning a shade darker. She straightened her back immediately, one hand rising to her throat as if she could physically push the sound back down. She coughed sharply into her fist, the sound awkward and forced.
"Ahem." She fought to steady her voice, though the faint flush along her cheeks betrayed her. "Nothing. Don't concern yourselves with it."
The students exchanged looks, unsure if they were supposed to ask or pretend it hadn't happened. Kaito's mouth opened slightly, but Emiko elbowed him hard in the ribs before he could say a word.
Yuna drew in a steadying breath, lifting her chin, her expression regaining its professional edge—well, mostly. The blush lingered stubbornly across her skin.
"Shall we begin?" she asked, forcing the words out smoothly, as if nothing had happened.
Aurora grinned, one eyebrow raised, her fiery eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, yes," she said, her voice playful. "Let's."
