Cyra watched as nine women came into view. 'Hmm. They are in good shape,' She thought as she scrutinized them, assessing their ability to duel.

The women felt a cold chill blow across their backs, making them shiver, and the areas of their most injured bodies started to ache softly.

Suddenly, they all felt a pair of eyes on them, and they looked over in unison, only to stumble backward. A woman exaggeratedly turned and ran, not caring if her actions seemed cowardly.

"Erm…I forgot something. I'll be back." Another woman gave a weak excuse and hurried off, trailing behind the other woman who had taken off first.

"Your medical system is so advanced, you can even fix a torn limb… and you'll all in good health," Cyra muttered in wonder.

A woman shrieked, while some held their chests to calm their pounding hearts at Cyra's sudden appearance.

Just a moment ago, they met her gaze, never expecting she would land among them without their noticing.

"Ah, Mrs. Cyra, we might look healthy, but it took months to achieve this. We still feel some aches here and there… so I'm still not fully healed." A quick-witted, blue-eyed person responded—there was no way in hell she was fighting Cyra again; the last time had been traumatizing enough.

"Yes, that's right, my arm still aches," Julia quickly added as she pulled away from the woman, gripping her arm tightly.

Cyra's lips curled in a faint smile, already knowing they were lying but too lazy to call them out.

Since this forest was brimming with strong monsters, she decided to blow off some steam; she didn't really need them like before.

"Alright, I duel you another time." Cyra left those words and disappeared right in front of them, causing some women's their legs to weaken in relief. The casted Julia, the blue-eyed woman, gave them a look of gratitude.

They didn't know it was the monsters in the forest that were going to take the fall for them. It wasn't until some people reported that all the monsters had gone into hiding that they finally realized what had happened.

"Those women are strong," Viktor uttered as soon as he laid his eye on them.

But witnessing their frightened behavior in Cyra's presence shattered the filter of awe in Viktor's mind, leaving his expression complicated.

"Cyra's stronger," Zane added from the side, his matter-of-fact tone filled with undisguised confidence.

Viktor hummed in agreement before glancing away and focusing on the blood-stained Ingrid, who was panting from complete exhaustion.

"Should we explore the area ourselves or wait for her?" Viktor asked, motioning to Ingrid, who was weakly leaning against a tree.

Zane gave her a quick glance before deciding to wait. "Let's go with her, at least she would explain the beasts clearly to us and show us other interesting parts of the forest." He responded as he sat on a thick branch, just in time as Cyra returned.

Viktor shrugged in response and sat calmly to wait, but Cyra's next word froze him in place.

"Did you eat those snacks when I told you not to?" Cyra asked confidently, her eyes piercing his back as she subtly noticed his tense shoulders, and her eyes turned cold.

"Turn to me," Cyra commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Viktor turned to her, his heart skipping a beat, but beneath that was the excitement of what punishment was to come.

Zane climbed another tree as soon as he was asked about the snacks—he didn't want to be remembered while her attention was on Viktor.

Viktor swallowed hard as Cyra gripped his chin, but before he could think of her next move, he was suddenly lifted and laid across her thighs.

Viktor let out a short cry of surprise and tried to peek at her face when a sharp slap landed on his behind, catching him off guard. The stinging pain that followed was brief—much to his disappointment.

"Count." Cyra's curt command sent an electrifying shiver down his spine, his toes curling involuntarily in pleasure.

Slap!

"Hmm… One." Viktor gasped as the stinging pain was replaced by a tingling warmth that rushed to his brain, causing a moan to escape his lips.

He continued counting as the loud spanking sound echoed through the trees, startling the bird from its nest.

"Hhh…Twenty~" Cyra stopped, her eyes darkening at his trembling form, his raging boner made Cyra aware that he liked the punishment more than he should.

"More~ please…" Viktor begged in a shaky voice, his face flushed with pleasure and his eyes glazed over.

Cyra clicked her tongue and ignored his request as she gently massaged his behind to ease his muscle tension, but her actions became a sweet torment to Viktor.

He gasped like a fish out of water, staring into her eyes while pouting in frustration as if accusing her of stopping.

"Next time, it won't be my hand if you disobey... don't think you can cum without my permission." Cyra quickly shut down his ideas of purposely seeking punishment.

Viktor trembled at the thought and nodded obediently.

"Pull down your pants. I want to apply cooling ointment on you, or you won't be able to continue with your tour," Cyra muttered as she took out a small container from her space.

Viktor blushed shyly as he unzipped his pants. Cyra hooked her fingers around his waistline and pulled his trousers down.

Viktor closed his eyes as he felt the cool breeze brush against his reddened butt—they looked like ripe cherries to Cyra.

She admired her handiwork for a moment before unscrewing the cap of the container. Dipping her fingers into the creamy ointment, she carefully rubbed it on his behind, making sure to coat every spot thoroughly.

Viktor felt the coolness of the skin and sighed contentedly.

"If it still hurts, let me know," Cyra added before pulling up his pants after the ointment had absorbed into his skin.

"Hmm, okay," Viktor responded, but showed no signs of leaving her arms. He cuddled into her, and she indulged his actions by wrapping her hand around him.

Time passed quietly, and Zane called out for Viktor to begin the tour. Ingrid, now fully rested and freshly reprimanded by her mother, stood obediently as she waited for them.

Viktor reluctantly pulled away from Cyra's embrace, pecked her cheeks goodbye, then climbed down from the tree using the branches as steps.

Zane glanced at Viktor with concern as he approached — he had heard the spanking sounds from his hiding spot and was relieved he escaped in time.

"Are you alright?" Viktor heard Zane's concerned question, and a flush crept onto his cheeks, which Zane misunderstood as embarrassment and patted his shoulder in a consoling manner.

"Next time, we should get her consent before we eat those snacks," Zane muttered with a pained expression at the thought.

He knew Cyra was doing it for their own good, but he couldn't ignore the fact that she was cutting down his sugar intake.

"Alright. We should go," Viktor muttered weakly, unwilling to clear up his misunderstanding— it was an intimate moment with Cyra, and he didn't want to share.

"Is Mrs. Cyra angry with me?" Ingrid interrupted, speaking softly as she looked over at the tree Viktor climbed down from.

"No," Viktor responded.

"I don't think so," Zane added. Each spoke in unison, and their words seemed to calm Ingrid's tense emotions.

"What a relief. Follow me. I'll take you to see other beasts in the game." Ingrid patted her chest and spoke confidently as she led them through the towering trees.