The speed of the wild demon, whom Thomas later learned was named Viser, was truly inhuman. In the blink of an eye, she had crossed the distance between them, her figure merely a red and black blur under the sickly moonlight. Her pitch-black claws sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, aiming directly for Thomas's heart.
Thomas, though his mind was alert, found his body too slow. His human reflexes were no match for this supernatural assault. He could only watch as the claws struck his chest.
SRAASSH!
The sound of his expensive leather jacket tearing was followed by a cold, sharp sensation as the claws pierced his flesh and ribs. An explosive, burning pain coursed through his entire body. It was pure agony, such a severe physical violation that his world went white for a moment. He felt the force of the impact lift him off the ground and throw him backward like a ragdoll.
His back slammed into the corrugated metal wall of the warehouse with a deafening GDANG! The metal buckled inwards, forming a perfect body-sized indentation. For a moment, he stuck there, pinned by the force of the impact, before slowly peeling off the wall and falling to the ground with a pathetic thud.
Viser landed lightly on the ground, a sadistic, triumphant smirk on her monstrously beautiful face. "I told you, foolish human. Your heart..."
She stopped. Her mouth remained open as she stared at the sight before her.
Thomas pushed himself to his feet, a groan of pain escaping his lips. The pain was still there, a tormenting ghost in his nervous system, but its source had vanished. He looked down at his chest. His leather jacket and shirt, which should have been torn and bloodied, were now perfectly intact. No scratches. No holes. As if the fatal attack moments ago had never happened.
"What..." Viser whispered, her confidence evaporating like morning dew. Her sharp eyes widened in disbelief. "How... how did you...?"
"That hurt, you know," Thomas grumbled, rubbing his chest as if he'd only bumped it lightly. Inside, he trembled from the lingering pain, but outwardly, he projected an irritating aura of calmness. The Cartoon Template was exactly as Tom Jacker described: incredibly painful, but incredibly effective.
Viser's disbelief quickly turned into frustrated rage. "Die! Just die!" she screamed.
She attacked again, this time with blind ferocity. The fight turned into a bizarre and horrifying spectacle. Viser unleashed all her power. She clawed, kicked, and threw Thomas all over the warehouse district.
Thomas was kicked so hard he flew across the yard and crashed into a stack of old oil drums, flattening them into a heap of metal. He got up, only to be struck again and thrown through the glass window of an abandoned office, leaving a perfect human-shaped hole in the glass before landing inside. Every blow, every impact, every tear sent waves of immense pain to his brain, but each time, his body would return to its original state within seconds.
"Again!" Thomas taunted, picking shards of glass from his hair after getting up once more. "Come on, I'm getting bored."
Viser let out a roar of frustration and tried a different tactic. She focused her illusion magic. Suddenly, Thomas was surrounded by a dozen copies of Viser, all attacking from different directions. Thomas just stood still and let them hit him. He felt both illusory and real claws tearing at him from all directions. It was a symphony of pain, but he endured it, his smirk never wavering. As the illusions faded, he remained standing there, unscathed, in the middle of the real, now panting Viser.
"What... what kind of monster are you?" she gasped, taking a step back. Terror was now clearly visible in her eyes. She had used everything she had, but her opponent refused to die. She no longer saw delicious prey; she saw something eternal, something wrong.
This was the moment Thomas had been waiting for. His display of pain had paid off. His opponent's spirit had been shattered.
With calm, deliberate steps, Thomas began to walk towards her. He straightened the magically undamaged collar of his jacket. Each step echoed in the silence of the night, sounding like a death knell for Viser.
"I'm tired of playing around," Thomas said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "I gave you a chance to comply willingly."
Viser tried to escape. She turned and flapped her wings, but her exhaustion made her slow. With a surprising burst of speed born of pure adrenaline, Thomas lunged forward and caught her ankle, pulling her to the ground. He dragged the struggling demon back and flipped her over, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice filled with unbreakable will. "I told you. You will be mine."
He poured all his concentration into the Hentai App command, strengthening it with the triumph and dominance he felt. This time, there was no resistance. Viser's mental defenses had shattered into a million pieces by Thomas's terrifying display of immortality.
The terror in her cat-like eyes flickered, then vanished. It was replaced by a momentary emptiness, before being refilled by the same light, the light of absolute adoration Thomas had once seen in Aya's eyes. Her frantic breathing calmed. Her claws and wings retracted back into her body, transforming back into smooth hands and a back. The monster had been tamed.
She stared at Thomas with awe, as if seeing him for the first time. Slowly, she knelt on the dirty asphalt.
"My Lord," she whispered, her voice husky with worship.
A satisfying blue panel appeared before Thomas.
{Target successfully controlled.}
{Added to list. Controlled Individuals: 2 (Name: Viser - Wild Demon).}
Thomas took a deep breath, the remnants of pain finally fading. He had won. "You will never again harm a human without my permission," he commanded. "Your power is now mine to command. Show me your lair."
"Yes, My Lord," Viser sighed, her voice hoarse, her eyes gleaming with newly awakened desire at Thomas's gaze. "This way."
Viser stepped forward, her hip movements mesmerizing and seductive, leading Thomas to one of the largest warehouses. Inside, a small, dilapidated office concealed a filthy den, adorned with bones and stolen trinkets, the faint scent of blood and rust lingering in the air, mixed with the pungent, fishy odor of their recent battle. Viser, now completely submissive, began to clean the place without command, every movement an act of surrender, wanting to make the place worthy of her new master. Sweat soaked her body, flowing between her plump breasts, dampening her dark hair, and trickling down her arched back.
That night, amidst the remnants of Viser's predatory life, Thomas claimed his trophy of victory. The stale air of the warehouse, reeking of iron and blood, was now filled with sighs, moans, and the sound of skin slapping, creating a symphony of primal passion.
Thomas gripped Viser's plump hips with both hands, pulling her even closer to him, feeling the heat of her sweaty skin. Viser arched her back, looking up, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, letting out deafening sighs. Each thrust from Thomas caused a breathless moan from Viser, her gasps hot against Thomas's ear, fueling his burning desire. Viser herself couldn't hold back; she squeezed Thomas tightly with her thighs, begging for more.
"Ah, master! Deeper... deeper," Viser whimpered, her voice breaking, her fingers gripping Thomas's back tightly, leaving red marks. Her wet, throbbing vagina embraced Thomas's every thrust, channeling an incredible sensation all the way to the base of Thomas's hardened penis. Viser let out a small scream as Thomas touched her sensitive spots inside, releasing more vaginal fluid that flooded their intimate area, making the sounds of sighs and splashes even clearer.
Thomas bent down, licking the sweat that streamed down Viser's neck, tasting its saltiness mixed with Viser's intoxicating natural scent. Every touch, every friction, increased the intensity, until both reached an explosive climax of passion. Viser's long scream echoed throughout the room as her body trembled violently, followed by Thomas's deep, satisfied groan.
Afterward, as Viser slept peacefully on the floor near his feet, naked and exhausted like a loyal guard dog, a few drops of semen still visibly flowed from between her smooth thighs, mixing with vaginal fluid that wet the base of her thighs. Her body twitched slightly from the remnants of orgasm, her breathing regular, indicating the total subjugation of the wild beast that had tried to kill him moments ago, the most anticipated notification appeared.
{Conditions for ability acquisition have been met.}
{Analyzing target: Viser (Wild Demon).}
{Copyable abilities detected:
1. Physical Enhancement (Minor).
2. Illusion Magic (Low).
3. Partial Transformation (Wings & Claws).}
{Please select one ability to copy.}
Thomas analyzed his options with a clear mind. Illusion was cunning. Transformation was impressive and useful for intimidation or flight. But Physical Enhancement was the foundation of everything. It would give him the strength and speed to truly fight, to dodge, not just endure every blow. It would reduce his reliance on the painful Cartoon Template.
The choice was easy. Choice: Physical Enhancement (Minor).
A different sensation from before coursed through him. This wasn't a mental download. It was a wave of raw energy spreading throughout his body. He felt his muscles tighten and become denser. His bones felt stronger. His senses sharpened, and he could feel a new power pulsing in his limbs, waiting to be unleashed.
{Acquisition successful. New ability [Physical Enhancement (Minor)] has been acquired.}
Thomas stood in the dusty office. He clenched his fists, and this time, he didn't just feel skin and bone. He felt power. Real, usable power. He was no longer just an indestructible punching bag.
He was now a predator with his own claws and fangs. His journey had just begun.