NOVPUBFrost quietly followed behind Khione, unsure how to break through the awkward tension. Normally she'd be cursing him, beating him or mocking him but instead she was utterly silent. Her eyes staring dead ahead as she walked in a somewhat robotic manner.
Internally she was fighting, her embarrassment contending with her anger and rage. She came to Frost's room at the crack of dawn hoping to beat out some of her frustrations.
Her mother forced her to listen to sermon after sermon regarding both her behaviour and the prospect of marrying or at least getting to know Frost better as a man to the point that she felt as though her ears had started to bleed.
Only after reaching her upmost limit was she then allowed to retire to her room and rest. A short period that was both pleasant and disturbing. Thanks to her mother as well as her elder sisters that took the opportunity to voice their own opinions she couldn't help but see Frost in her dreams.
Come morning she was determined to crush the cause of her frustrations, to handle her problems with violence just like she'd always done. A few well placed punches, occasional kicks and perhaps even an abuse of her aura would surely make her feel better again.
Alas all her strutting was brought to a crushing halt the moment her eyes caught sight of his naked form, particularly the monstrous protrusion, a weapon that she couldn't help but compare to her prided spear.
Walking silently down the halls, ignoring the shocked looks of the servants who witnessed her current expression she slowly fought against the corruption Frost brought to her mind and heart. Desperately she used her embarrassment as fuel, fuel to once again ignite her anger. Only with rage could she overcome this predicament.
One was slowly becoming an active volcano while the other was worrying over the fragility of the other, believing that teasing her further would instead cause irreparable damage to his friend rather than place himself in danger.
They reached Khione's training room without any events but the moment the door closed behind them they both made their moves.
"Khion…!" Frost tried to call her name wanting to talk about the situation but before he could even get a word in edge wise he saw a massive fist flying straight for his face.
Acting on instinct he managed to conjure a few dense scales of ice chakra armour to protect himself, but they were all shattered in an instant.
"Boom!" With great force Khione's fist smashed against his nose sending both his neck and body reeling backwards.
"Gah!" Frost painfully groaned, blood spurting from his nose like a geyser as he crashed against the walls of the training room. His left shoulder almost dislocated but luckily nothing was broken just severely bruised. Unfortunately Khione wasn't quite done with her outburst.
"Damn perverted bastard!" She kicked him hard in the ribs. "Because of you my mind's been a mess!" She released her aura, pressuring his organs and preventing him from escaping from her clutches. "My mother lectured me for hours because of you! My sisters wouldn't shut up about the feelings of love and how I finally found a good match while that damn father of mine silently pushed through his own agenda, getting them all on his side before I even had the chance to argue!" She summoned her spear and used the shaft to scoop up Frost's injured body and tossed him into the air like a mortar shell.
"And then after all I had to see….to see…to see that damned abomination!!!!" Khione's voice broke as a pink hue appeared on her cheeks, her mind instinctively going back to that provocative image.
With her eyes red from rage she brutally pushed Frost's body into the ceiling with her left foot before taking her spear and raising it high above her head.
"It was this thing, this abominable thing!" She loudly cursed; her mind lost in madness as she prepared to stab Frost's personal weapon with her spear.
Frost's entire body was in pain and his mind was still in shock from being tossed around like a ragdoll, but his instincts warned him of extreme danger, a danger that would bring an end to his love life.
Spurred on by this threat his consciousness became clear and without any hesitation he retrieved his back up glaive from his storage ring and activated the lunar eyes that he learned yesterday.
He couldn't maintain the third stage for long- if at all-but he didn't have much choice. If he didn't slow down his perception of time and move in precisely the right manner his precious dragon and family jewels would be skewered.
Frost's eyes glowed bright blue as ice aspected mana flooded his brain keeping it cool as his perception of time slowed to a crawl.
Khione who thankfully wasn't using her full strength- he'd be mincemeat if that was the case, Lunar eyes or not- suddenly slowed down to a level that his eyes could track.
He saw her hate filled gaze locked firmly onto his lower half and her deadly spear raised high above her head, ready to smite that which corrupted her innocence.
A cold sweat and a strong shiver ran down Frost's spine as he imagined the possible end result of her attack.
He saw his precious manhood turning into a blood mist, vanishing forever, an irreversible wound that even the highest ranking potions and healers would be unable to fix.
He then envisioned his dire, joyless future. His two lovers Maya and Daki looking at him with pity then disappointment and finally mocking.
'NO!!' He internally screamed, refusing to even ponder such a terrifying outcome. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
With his Lunar eyes successfully entering the third stage for the first time Frost predicted the path of Khione's spear and used his entire strength to both shift his lower half and strike out with his glaive. The desperate situation allowed him to summon strength that was beyond his normal limits.
Clang!
The sound of metal rang out as Frost's back up glaive smashed against the shaft of Khione's spear, successfully shifting it a few degrees to the left before it deeply thrusted into the ceiling of the training room, missing his lower half by a couple millimetres. His hip had been slashed open by the wind pressure alone, but his manhood was safe that's all that mattered in the end.
Not seeing a mangled mess he let out a sigh of relief before harshly glaring at Khione who was in a somewhat stunned state, as though shocked by the fact that she had missed her target.
"Khione you bitch that's going too far!!!" Frost bellowed in extreme anger ignoring the fact that Khione was strong enough to swat him like a mere fly if she so chose.
"Eh?" Though still in somewhat of a fugue state Frost's blunt cursing was like a light in a dark tunnel. No one had ever dared to speak to her in such a way, especially not someone so much weaker than herself.
The clouds of rage parted, and her conscious started to return to normal, but Frost wasn't finished. So fuelled by the fear of losing his manhood he summoned the courage to not just curse Khione but attack her.
"Bad Khione!" Knowing that if he attacked straight on with his glaive he'd likely fail to even pierce through her skin he went with a different approach.
He used his flexibility to get out from beneath her, approached from behind and then raised his right hand high above his head.
Slap!!
As though bringing down the judgement of the heavens Frost loudly and without the slightest sign of mercy, brutally spanked Khione after she tried to end his bloodline.
"Ouch!" Khione felt a sharp sting on her cheeks, a pain that brought her full centre. What was she just doing and why did her ass hurt.
"..."
"..."
There was a short silence as the two individuals realised what they had just done.
"Did you just spank me?" Khione asked in a strange manner, impossible to tell if she was angry, confused or just simply asking a standard question.
"….Yeah I did…..and you tried to destroy my chances at having children." Replied Frost, first looking at his right hand and questioning what came over him but then he remembered his reasoning and glared at Khione harshly, his tone filled with accusation.
"….." Khione was tongue tied in response. Internally she felt an urge to beat Frost within an inch of his life for daring to spank her backside, a punishment fit for children but on the other hand she couldn't believe her own actions.
The punching, the kicking, the abuse of her aura and even the tossing him into the ceiling were all acceptable but withdrawing her spear and attempting to not just stab but destroy his lower half, that was way too far.
"….Sorry." Khione was a big girl, she knew she was the one in the wrong therefore she apologised from the heart and even bowed her head slightly.
If any of her siblings or the soldiers who frequently trained with her saw this sight their jaws would unhinge from shock. The stubborn, cocky and arrogant Raging Valkyrie was actually apologising to a man weaker than herself for her own actions…..perhaps pigs would fly, and the sun would rise from the west tomorrow.
