The Noble Lady of Lust
Chapter 173: Catfight

Chapter 173: Catfight

Crash!!

Both fists collided Eira’s fragile ice gloves immediately began to fracture, while Chris’s Crytal gloves remained intact. But, still, she didn’t back down.

bang!, crash!, bamm!

Eira, growing angrier and angrier, put more force into it, and all the feelings welled up in those fists. Without realizing it, the ice on her hands began to be covered with frost.

Usually, frost was more fragile than ice, but divine blessings did not obey common sense. The seemingly delicate frost began to spread all over her body.

To her surprise, Eira felt more protected with that fragile cloak than with the hardest armor. She was not mistaken. Again she impacted against Chris, who, as if to provoke her even more, aligned his blows with hers.

¡ ¡bamm!crash!,

This time, however, the result was different: Chris’s gloves shattered, and the fracture of Eira’s frost barely affected her cover, dispersing and regenerating instantly.

’This is his blessing, isn’t it... he’s already using it, and it’s only been a day.’

Chris couldn’t deny that he was surprised. Eira had started using her blessing in a completely different way than he knew. But, if he thought about it, the principle was the same.

Honestly, to Chris, the "frost" god’s blessing was no big deal and lacked that ’absoluteness’ that the blessings of the higher gods usually had.

If it weren’t for his extremely useful special skill (EX), he would have asked Selene to contact the water or ice goddesses for something better.

But in the end, blessings always outweighed abilities with similar functions. The frost that coated Eira’s body was especially annoying to deal with, even for him. On every impact, his gloves were destroyed, forcing him to quickly recreate them.

The gloves Chris created were not powerful spells like the ones he had used before; they were formed by sheer will, harnessing his affinity. Still, they shouldn’t be so fragile.

Thud!, Crack!

Eira’s frost broke them effortlessly. Chris quickly created another pair and lined up a strike with her again. The result was the same: the gloves shattered, while Eira’s frost barely suffered a minor fracture, which, as if it had a life of its own, scattered across her body and regenerated almost instantly.

He knew what Eira’s blessing consisted of. Apparently, she had received it in this life too, and was using it correctly, even if she was only doing so instinctively.

Bam! Bang! Thud!

The exchange of blows intensified. Neither seemed to be paying attention to their surroundings. Chris, while not using his full art, was putting his full force into each impact.

Eira didn’t seem to flinch. Thanks to Selene, she now surpassed Chris’ stats. Of course, she had disadvantages, as Chris was better in close combat. But he knew better than to underestimate her.

Eira, though a mage, was a natural in close combat, and Chris would not repeat the mistakes of months ago in his first physical combat class.

Whoosh! Bang!

Chris increased the speed and accuracy of her blows, activating his ocular skill . This allowed him to identify the openings in Eira’s intuitive style. To his misfortune, there were many. With an accurate hook, Chris impacted Eira’s ribs.

Crack!

The sound of a crack echoed along the frost cover that protected her body. But, as expected, it did not break and was intact again in a few seconds.

Thud!

Hitting Eira was not easy, at least physically, due to the size difference between the two. Despite this, Chris did not hold back. He attacked the same spot again without hesitation.

"Gahaa!!"

This time, the cracks were more prominent and took a split second longer to repair. Eira felt the impact, which meant that Chris’s art, with its penetrating quality, had taken effect this time. Chris knew the secret behind Eira’s blessing.

At this moment, he knew more about her than Eira herself. Her art, designed to pierce through defenses, was a bad match for the frost blessing.

Swish!

Eira didn’t stand still. She reacted by launching an attack with her ice claws, but Chris dodged it at the last moment, barely by inches. His precision and timing were impeccable, a product of the countless fights they had had together.

He knew his patterns. Taking advantage of the opening, Chris moved his feet with precision and, again, impacted the same spot.

"Ughh!"

"You know the consequences of losing, don’t you, it’s too late to run away"

Chris left no room for doubt.

"Damn you, this isn’t over, you bastard!"

Eira dropped all her defenses. She knew that prolonging the fight would only push her further into a corner. She could barely handle the resonance with Selene, and every hit she received increased the drain on her mana.

Although not even a minute had passed since the fight began, for her it felt eternal. She knew she was at a disadvantage, but she had no intention of giving up. Prolonging it would be a bad strategy.

As well as Chris knew her, she also knew him, Chris was a monster. A monster that not even joining forces could defeat during practice.

There were times when he seemed to lose, but everyone knew he never gave it his all. If he decided to fight for real, he could handle the whole group in plenty of time.

Eira wondered when that had happened. Had he always been like that, or was he growing by leaps and bounds? The first few times she lost to her had he just been toying with her?.

A chaotic mix of emotions hovered over her: anger, helplessness, envy, and more...all adding to the complicated feelings already there, flooding her mind.

But instead of paralyzing her, they gave her the strength to give it her all. She would get all those bad feelings that tormented her out of her once and for all and concentrated them into a single atack.

She channeled everything she had into an attack aimed at Chris’s chest, with all the accumulated strength and rage. She watched as the fucker didn’t even try to block her attack.

Eira could see that his defense was down and he had easy access to attack him directly to the chest, as if to say, "No matter what you do, it still won’t hurt me." That apparent nonchalance made her boil even more.

’I will definitely kill him.’

"You’ll be sorry you underestimated me, you fucking idiot, go to hell!!!"

Eira arrived in front of him and without any visible defense, Chris took the impact of Eira’s ice and frost claws full in the chest. But had Chris given up?, No! I had not done it at all.

"Who said I underestimated you?, Art of Lust, Fourth Stance: Erupting Embrace"

If there was one thing Chris had learned thanks to Eira, it was to never underestimate his opponents. She had taught him that lesson, and he would not make that mistake again, least of all with her selft.

Thud!

At that moment, the tips of the claws penetrated his skin, but that was all. Immediately, the impact and inertia, as well as all the energy of the blow, were redirected at will from Chris, who had complete control of his body and let the fourth posture of his art of lust flow.

As if his body were a superconductor, the energy from the impact moved and dispersed through both arms, ready for a near perfect counterattack. However, instead of striking her back, he reached around her and grabbed her in his arms.

Crack! Curk! Creak!

It was not a soft or gentle embrace. It was the very result of the impact channeled toward his prey. The frost and ice that covered Eira’s entire body began to crack from the point where Chris held her. The cracks were growing larger and larger. Though not completely broken, Chris wasn’t finished.

"puah! let go of me!"

without caring about what she was saying, He held Eira tighter, continually dispersing the impact across as much surface area as possible, creating cracks at a faster rate than they were regenerating.

Finally, the ice and frost armor protecting her reached its limit. The cracks grew deeper, and the blessing given by the frost goddess reached the brink of collapse, until everything began to crumble, like tiny shards of glass.

When Chris saw this, he did not let his guard down. Most people would give up at this point, but he knew Eira. He knew that even now she wouldn’t give up without a fight until the last moment. So he tried to let go of her, but it was too late.

"grrrr"

In his arms, she opened her jaw and, without hesitation, closed her teeth hard on Chris’s bare chest, biting one of his nipples with all her body could offer.

"Fuck!!!"

Chris felt the pain, but he wasn’t surprised. Knowing her, he knew something like this could happen. Holding her in a hug had been the only way to break her ice and frost efficiently, but he also knew it would leave her body exposed to a bite or scratch when it was all over.

Eira, however, had no compassion, and was more bloodthirsty and unscrupulous than usual. She attacked a sensitive area deliberately, as if she wanted to punish him for all of the above.

"You asked for it, damn you."

Chris was so used to these kinds of fights with Eira that, instead of complaining about the low blow, he took it almost as a matter of course.

More out of instinct than rational decision, he undid all his magic and bit back, digging his teeth hard into Eira’s shoulder.

"Mmmph-AAGH!"

"Haff som’ o’ yer med’cine, damn you!!"

She groaned in surprise, but didn’t back down an inch. The two began a fierce and savage fight, where neither magic nor logic had any place. Both had their reasons for fighting, and neither would back down.

Eira would claw at him without letting go of his nipple and Chris would twist his skin, pinching it. Neither would play fair and they returned to their usual catfights.

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