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Chapter 44: Nova's True Ability
🕑 Added 2025-08-06 06:12:34 +0000 UTCThe sun dipped low, almost disappearing behind the mountains. The last golden light of day bathed Nova’s tall figure as she lay stretched out on the grass, turning her fair skin into a radiant honey color. Owen sat beside her, feeling the peace that emanated from the surrounding forest, but inside, his heart was burning with curiosity.
Nova turned onto her side, facing him directly. She propped herself up on an elbow, her other hand supporting her head. The casual posture only served to accentuate the curves of her body, especially her rounded buttocks, which were taut under her tight pants, making Owen have to secretly swallow.
She smiled knowingly, her emerald eyes sparkling in a way Owen had never seen before. It wasn't the gaze of a strict instructor, but the gaze of a young woman about to reveal her greatest secret.
“Most people think my S-Rank power is a ‘Power-Type,’ something like [Body of Might (Rank: S)] or [Strength of the Mountain (Rank: S)], because they see me showing off my destructive power so often…”
She paused, letting the silence do its work, before uttering the words that would change Owen’s understanding forever. “…But the truth is, my awakened power is actually [Potion Master (Rank: S)].”
“Potion Master?” Owen repeated in a disbelieving tone, his brow furrowed with unconcealed confusion. “Are you kidding me? A potion-making ability? What does that have to do with that destructive power of yours?”
Seeing Owen’s clear look of disbelief, she laughed out loud. “Hahaha, don't make that face, Owen. I'm really not lying. It’s because I trust you, you crazy student, that I’m telling you this."
She pouted slightly, an adorable look, before moving a little closer until Owen could smell the faint scent of her sweat mixed with her unique, fragrant body odor. It was a scent that awakened his primal instincts. “And don't you dare underestimate this ability of mine.”
She continued in a serious tone. “You think I bought all those potions you’ve been drinking for the past few months? And gave them to you for free, without charging you? Even though they're so expensive?”
Those words hit Owen right in the heart, and he only just now realized it.
“That’s because I’m an S-Rank Potion Master. For me, creating a large number of recovery potions is as easy as filling a bottle with water,” she said with a nonchalant shrug.
“Damn…” Owen mumbled, stunned. He felt both grateful and ashamed at the same time. “I… I never knew. Thank you, Nova. For everything.”
“Save your thanks for later,” Nova said with a cunning smile, letting Owen think over just how overpowered her ability was.
“But you know that’s not the ability that made me this strong… The reason I was able to become an S-Rank Awakened is because of one of the Potion Master's abilities, called ‘Anti-Overdose,’” she explained calmly.
“Anti-Overdose?” Owen raised an eyebrow. The name sounded simple, but simple and straightforward things were often the most powerful.
“Yes… You should already know that normal people or general Awakened all have a limit to how many potions they can use. Some can only drink one recovery potion a day, some can drink two, depending on their physical capabilities.”
She slowly sat up to face him directly. Her tall body cast a shadow over Owen’s, making him feel a sense of pressure. “And if you drink potions beyond your body's limit, they become a poison instead. Like temporary paralysis, permanent loss of lifespan, or in the worst case, death…”
She leaned in closer to tease him, her face only a few inches from his. Her massive breasts, nearly spilling out of her sports bra, pressed against his chest with a soft bounce. Owen held his breath without realizing it, the heat from her body radiating into him.
“…And with my ‘Anti-Overdose’ ability, my body has no limit to drinking potions at all, even if I drink a thousand bottles a day.”
Owen’s eyes widened, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. "No… limit?"
Nova smiled, satisfied with his reaction. She paused for a moment to let Owen digest the information before concluding with a sentence that shook his world.
“And it’s my favorite ability… because it allows me to train relentlessly, 24 hours a day if I want, by continuously drinking fatigue recovery potions.”
As she finished speaking, Owen could only gape, his jaw hanging open. The image of Nova training like a madwoman in the gym flashed in his mind. He knew now… he knew now just how overpowered the strongest woman in the city was… It was a simple ability that produced the most terrifying results. Her strength didn't come from talent alone; it was forged from endless training… driven by an engine that never turned off.
This woman… wasn't just a strong warrior… she was a monster in human form who could improve herself without limits… And that thought… made the piece of flesh under Owen’s pants begin to harden uncontrollably. He wanted to grab her, fuck her, and make her his broodmother right now. With such a strong broodmother, the children she produced would surely be incredibly strong…
But it seemed his thoughts were read by Nova in an instant.
Nova’s sharp, hawk-like eyes easily noticed the unusually prominent bulge in her student's pants. A cunning and dangerous smirk spread across her lips.
“Hmmmm~” she purred. “Looks like something… has woken up.”
Before Owen could make an excuse or move away…
In a flash!
Nova’s hand, as strong as a steel clamp, moved with shocking speed. It shot out and grabbed his hard, 12-inch cock with full force, right through the fabric of his tight-fitting gym pants!
“Urk!” Owen doubled over, jolting with shock and a thrilling sensation that shot through his entire body like an electric current. Her palm, though calloused from training, still had a strange softness. It squeezed his shaft so tightly he could feel her heat and strength being transferred into him.
Nova squeezed it gently, as if assessing the quality of a secret weapon, before her eyes shot wide open in genuine disbelief.
“Damn… this is…” she swallowed hard. “…much bigger than I thought.”
The unexpected compliment made Owen’s face burn, but the thrilling pleasure didn't last long as her grip began to slowly tighten. It wasn't a squeeze of arousal, but one that asserted a completely different level of power.
“Ah… Nova… that hurts…” he moaned faintly.
Nova smirked with satisfaction. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. Her voice was husky and seductive, but every word was filled with an irresistible authority.
“I know what you’re thinking… you horny student,” her tongue deliberately licked his earlobe, sending a shiver down Owen’s spine. “But don’t forget our deal… you can only play with my body when you can defeat me in a Muay Thai match… Understand… hmmmm~?”
As the sweet purr ended, she squeezed his cock with all her might!
“AGGGHHHHHH!!!” Owen screamed, his face contorting in pain that shot through his entire body. It was a sensation that was both thrilling and so painful he thought he would pass out. He could feel that if she squeezed just a little harder, his future as a "sire" would surely end right here.
“I… I understand!!!” Owen quickly yelled, his voice trembling, before she could crush his cock in her hand.
“Very good,” Nova smiled like a victor. “That’s enough for today… You can go now.”
With that, she released her hand from his cock, freeing him from the monster’s claws in an instant.
Owen didn't wait for a second. He shot up and ran with his tail between his legs back to his SUV, not even daring to look back. He was terrified that if he stayed any longer, she might get the idea to tease him in an even more brutal and passionate way…
After leaving Nova’s gym and driving down from the quiet mountain, Owen headed back to the bright and lively center of Titan City. But his destination tonight wasn't to go home and sleep. He still remembered the promise he had made to Jessica… and after a full day of grueling training and a world-changing lesson, his body craved her soft touch and warm embrace.
The luxurious white SUV drove along a familiar road before pulling to a smooth stop in front of Jessica’s apartment building. Owen killed the engine and took a deep breath. The excitement and desire smoldering in his chest made his heart beat a little faster.
He stood before the door to her room and knocked lightly, just a few times…
Knock… Knock…
Almost instantly, the door opened smoothly, as if she had been waiting right there for him the whole time.
The sight he beheld surprised him a little… and he had to admit, it made the blood in his veins run hot. Jessica wasn't in her work clothes or a comfortable casual outfit as he had expected. She was in a tight-fitting, blood-red slip dress. The shiny satin beautifully accentuated every curve of her body, from the full cleavage that was pushed up and almost spilling out, to her tiny waist, to her perfectly flared, rounded hips.
The room was filled with the fragrant aroma of freshly cooked steak mixed with the faint scent of red wine. The lights in the room were dimmed, with only the flickering candlelight on the beautifully set dining table providing illumination, creating an atmosphere that was romantic, private, and extremely suggestive.
“I’m glad you came…” she said in a sweet voice, her red-lipsticked lips revealing a warm and seductive smile, before she reached out with her slender hand to naturally lead him inside.
During the delicious candlelit dinner, they talked about various things that had happened. Owen told her about his training (skipping the details of Nova’s power), while Jessica talked about the coffee shop. But as the atmosphere relaxed and the wine in their glasses was nearly half-gone, Jessica put down her fork. Her once-smiling face was now filled with clear anxiety.
She took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage, before opening up about the feelings she had been holding back.
“Owen… I’m still scared,” she said, her voice trembling, her once-sparkling eyes now shaking with dread. “About Cole’s 'boss'… I’m afraid he’ll do something to you… I… I feel so guilty for dragging you into this dangerous mess.” Clear tears began to well up at the corners of her eyes.
Owen stopped eating. He put down his knife and fork and reached across the table to hold her cold hand tightly. The warmth from his palm seeped into her heart. He looked deep into her trembling eyes with a gaze that was steady and filled with the power he had just discovered today.
“Jessica… look at me,” he said, his voice deep but firm, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Listen… the day I went to save you, it wasn't a burden. It was my 'choice.' I chose to protect you. And now… I am strong enough to do it. No matter what bastard shows up, you will be safe with me… I promise.”
His words, as solid as an oath, and his gentle actions melted the wall of fear in her heart completely. The tears that were once tears of fear now became tears of gratitude and overwhelming emotion. They streamed down her smooth cheeks. She knew in that moment that she had given her heart and body to this man completely.
When the deep conversation ended, the atmosphere changed entirely. Fear was replaced by a desire that smoldered even hotter than the candle on the table. Jessica met Owen’s gaze, her eyes full of love and resolve.
She slowly stood up, walked around the table to him, slowly but full of confidence, and then leaned down to whisper in his ear, her voice husky and utterly seductive.
"I have… a 'dessert' for our celebration waiting in the bedroom…"
She paused for a moment, deliberately using the tip of her hot, moist tongue to lightly lick his earlobe, sending a shiver down Owen’s spine. The piece of flesh under his pants began to respond to the invitation instantly.
"...Wait for me for 10 minutes, and then follow me…"
She paused again, before whispering the final word that would change their status forever…
“...Master.”
The sudden change in address made Owen raise an eyebrow with a mixture of surprise and excitement. He watched the figure in the fiery red dress disappear into the bedroom with a cunning smile… The real "celebration"… had only just begun…
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