The Borderlands stank of sulfur and scorched iron.
The sky bled crimson where the Void Rift tore open above the ridge, vomiting demon legions like black pus.
The Empire's forward camp was a graveyard of broken banners and screaming wounded.
Ye Xuan walked through it all.
No armor. No escort.
Just the torn Academy uniform, blood-crusted at the collar, and the **Twin Contract** sigils glowing beneath his open shirt like twin suns.
Cadets who once mocked him now stared—mouths slack, eyes wide.
A healer tried to stop him. "Civilian! Get back—"
Ye Xuan didn't break stride. The sigils flared. The healer dropped, knees buckling, a soft moan escaping her lips as the contract's *echo* brushed her soul.
She wasn't his target. Not yet.
He climbed the ridge.
Lirien stood alone at the crest.
The Frostblade Valkyrie was a sculpture of war and beauty.
Mythril armor cracked in a dozen places, frost leaking from the seams like breath. **Glacier's Lament** trembled in her grip, its edge dulled by demon ichor.
Her silver braid was half-undone, strands whipping in the wind. Blood—hers—traced a line from her temple to her jaw.
Before her: the **Void Titan**.
Forty feet of obsidian muscle and hunger. One arm ended in a club the size of a siege tower.
It raised the weapon.
Lirien's stance didn't waver.
But her mana was a dying ember.
Ye Xuan stepped between them.
"Need a hand, goddess?"
Lirien's head snapped toward him.
Recognition. Disgust.
"You," she hissed. "The expelled worm. **Leave** before I—"
The club fell.
Ye Xuan *caught it*.
His bare hand closed around the obsidian haft.
Black-gold sigils spiraled up his arm.
*CRUNCH.*
The Titan's wrist shattered. Bone and void-flesh sprayed across the ridge.
Lirien's lips parted.
The wind died.
Even the demons paused.
Ye Xuan didn't look at her.
He *yanked*.
The Titan stumbled forward, off-balance.
Then he **punched**—once—into its chest.
The sigils detonated.
A column of frost and gold light punched through the Titan's back, freezing its heart mid-beat.
The beast toppled, shattering into a blizzard of black ice.
Silence.
Lirien's sword lowered an inch.
"Who… *what* are you?"
Ye Xuan turned.
His eyes were molten gold.
"Your new master."
He stepped close.
Too close.
The heat of his body melted the frost on her armor.
His hand rose—not to strike, but to **touch**.
Palm flat over her sternum, right where her heart thundered beneath mythril.
The Twin sigils flared.
> **"Contract Offer: Ye Xuan → Lirien. Soul-Link: Dominant. Terms: Absolute Loyalty. Pleasure-Bound. Eternal. Accept?"**
Lirien's breath hitched.
Frost cracked across her cheeks—*blushing*.
Her nipples stiffened beneath the armor, aching.
A pulse of liquid heat bloomed between her thighs, soaking the silk lining of her greaves.
"No…" she whispered.
But her body leaned into his touch.
Ye Xuan's thumb traced the edge of her breastplate.
"Say yes, Valkyrie. And I'll make you **feel** like the goddess you are."
Behind them, the Rift pulsed. More Titans stirred.
Time was a blade at their throats.
Lirien's pride was a fortress.
But the contract was **siege fire**.
Her trembling hand rose.
Fingers brushed his wrist.
Then pressed over his hand, pinning it to her heart.
"…Yes."
The sigils **exploded**.
Light—white, gold, black—engulfed them.
Lirien arched with a cry that was half-sob, half-moan.
Her armor **dissolved** into motes of frost, swirling away like snow in a storm.
Beneath: **white lace lingerie**, woven from her own divine essence.
Transparent. Clinging.
Her breasts spilled free, nipples pink and hard.
The lace between her legs was already dark with arousal.
She fell to her knees in the dust.
Ye Xuan caught her—bridal style.
One arm under her knees, the other cradling her back.
Her thighs parted around his hip instinctively.
Frost kissed his neck where her breath trembled.
"Master…"
The word slipped out, soft as snowfall.
Her glacial eyes were liquid now, pupils blown wide.
Ye Xuan kissed her once—slow, claiming.
His tongue slid against hers, tasting winter and steel.
She whimpered, fingers clawing at his shirt.
A second Titan roared, charging up the ridge.
Ye Xuan broke the kiss.
"**Glacier's Lament: Reave.**"
The sword materialized in his hand—hers, but *his* now.
He swung.
A crescent of absolute zero sliced the Titan in half.
It froze solid, then **shattered**.
The ridge was silent again.
Only their breathing.
Only the wet sound of Lirien's thighs rubbing together.
Ye Xuan looked down at her.
"Your first order, goddess: **kneel**."
She obeyed instantly.
Knees in the dirt, hands on his thighs.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips.
"Not yet," he said.
He brushed a thumb across her mouth.
"First, we win the war.
Then… I'll let you **taste** what you've bound yourself to."
Lirien shivered—anticipation, not cold.
The contract pulsed between them, a second heartbeat.
Far below, the Empire's banners rose.
The cadets saw their untouchable legend kneeling at a failure's feet.
Whispers became screams.
The tide of battle turned.
Ye Xuan smiled.
One goddess down.
One to go.
The medical ward was a cathedral of white canvas and soft light.
Rows of cots stretched beneath floating orbs of healing mana—pale gold, like captured dawn.
Moans of the wounded mingled with the low chant of priest-healers.
The air smelled of blood, herbs, and sanctified incense.
Ye Xuan walked the central aisle like he owned it.
Lirien followed two steps behind—armor restored, but her gait was different.
Softer.
Her thighs brushed together with every step, the lace beneath her mythril already damp again.
She kept her eyes on the back of his neck, frost curling from her breath in tiny, involuntary puffs.
Cadets parted for them.
No one dared speak.
At the far end of the tent, **Seraphine** knelt beside a dying knight.
Her hands glowed with warm light, knitting torn flesh, sealing arteries.
Sweat beaded on her brow, golden hair clinging to her cheeks.
Her robes—pristine white—were rolled to the elbows, stained with crimson at the hem.
She looked up as they approached.
Her eyes widened.
Not at Ye Xuan.
At **Lirien**.
The Frostblade Valkyrie—legend of the Academy, pride of the Empire—walked like a woman **claimed**.
Head slightly bowed.
Cheeks flushed beneath the frost.
A faint, shimmering sigil pulsed at the hollow of her throat: **Twin Contract, black-gold**.
Seraphine stood slowly.
"You… truly bound her?"
Her voice was soft, but it carried.
Every healer in the tent froze.
Ye Xuan stopped a pace away.
"I did."
He tilted his head. "And I'm not done."
Seraphine's fingers curled at her sides.
"The Church will not allow—"
A horn blared outside.
Deep. Demonic.
The ground trembled.
The tent flaps ripped open as a runner burst in, face pale.
"**Saintess! The second wave—**"
His gaze snagged on Lirien. On Ye Xuan.
He swallowed. "They've breached the eastern palisade. We need—"
Seraphine's hand was already glowing.
"I'll reinforce the line—"
Ye Xuan caught her wrist.
Gentle.
But the moment skin met skin, the **Twin sigils flared**.
> **"Contract Echo Detected. Target: Seraphine. Resonance: 99.7%. Offer Ready."**
Seraphine gasped.
Light poured from her palm—warm, golden, *hungry*.
It wrapped around Ye Xuan's arm like silk, then sank into his skin.
Her knees buckled.
He steadied her.
"You don't have to fight," he murmured, low enough only she could hear.
"Just **feel**."
Her lips parted.
A soft sound escaped—half-protest, half-prayer.
Her nipples pressed against the silk of her robes, suddenly, achingly visible.
Heat flooded her core, slick and sudden.
The scent of her arousal—sweet, like warm honey—mingled with the incense.
Lirien stepped closer.
Her hand brushed Seraphine's shoulder, frost kissing the Saintess's flushed skin.
"Let him," the Valkyrie whispered. "It's… **better** than salvation."
Outside, the demons roared.
Screams rose.
The tent shook as a siege beast rammed the palisade.
Seraphine's eyes glistened.
"I heal," she said, voice trembling. "I do not… I've never—"
Ye Xuan cupped her cheek.
His thumb brushed her lower lip.
"I know."
He leaned in, breath warm against her ear.
"That's why you'll be **mine**."
The sigils **ignited**.
> **"Contract Offer: Ye Xuan → Seraphine. Soul-Link: Submissive. Terms: Absolute Devotion. Pleasure-Bound. Eternal. Accept?"**
Golden light exploded from her body—soft, radiant, *blinding*.
Her robes **melted away** like dawn mist.
Beneath: **sheer white silk**, gossamer thin.
It clung to her full breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her hips.
Golden curls peeked through the fabric between her thighs, already glistening.
She sank to her knees in the sawdust.
Hands clutched his thighs for balance.
Her breath came in small, desperate pants.
"Please…" she whispered. "I've never…"
Ye Xuan tilted her chin up.
Her eyes—once serene—were wide, pupils blown with need.
He bent and kissed her.
Slow.
Reverent.
His lips brushed hers like a prayer.
Then deeper—tongue sliding against hers, tasting light and honey and surrender.
She whimpered into his mouth, fingers digging into his hips.
Lirien watched, biting her lip.
Her hand slipped beneath her own skirt again, fingers moving in slow, needy circles.
Frost kissed the air around her.
Ye Xuan broke the kiss.
Seraphine's lips chased his, a soft whine escaping her.
He straightened.
"**Dawnlight Barrage.**"
Seraphine's power **surged** through him—golden, endless.
He raised one hand.
Light poured from his palm, through the tent flaps, across the battlefield.
Every demon in a mile radius **ignited**—not with fire, but with *healing*.
Flesh knit too fast. Bones fused. Hearts burst with purity.
They screamed as they **vaporized**, healed to death by absolute radiance.
The camp fell silent.
Only the wind.
Only the soft, wet sounds of Seraphine's breathing.
Ye Xuan looked down at her.
Two goddesses knelt at his feet.
Lirien's hand stilled beneath her skirt, thighs trembling.
Seraphine's forehead rested against his thigh, tears of awe on her cheeks.
He brushed a strand of golden hair from her face.
"Welcome to the contract, Saintess."
The Twin sigils pulsed—**brighter**.
Stronger.
Two down.
Infinite to go.