I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

From the moment a conversation had been initiated between them, Ben had begun setting things up following his usual process.

He had actually come up with a completely different plan on how to woo Nymira, but seeing her so focused and passionate about training, he had to pivot to something else, something that would be more effective.

Ben had absolutely no interest in learning to fight.

Maybe he does have a little interest, seeing the type of world he’s arrived in; however, that wasn’t currently his priority. His priority was getting into Nymira’s pants.

He had initiated some saucy wordplay and actions along the way, because only the inexperienced would outright say to a freakishly hot lady who, for all intents and purposes, is still a complete stranger, that they wanted to enter them.

Nine times out of ten, that would lead to failure or refusal, unless the relationship between the two had already progressed to some extent, which would require one to play by the vibe and atmosphere.

Or the lady herself was that hungry for it, to the same degree or similar levels to one, then naturally, so long as one can read the cues, the dance was on.

However, that was not the case here.

Though Nymira clearly knew that Ben still had his cock...unlike the twins, she showed no outward reactions of lust, which was to be expected considering her personality.

There was also the fact that she clearly has her own story and what drives and fuels her decisions.

All these are things Ben knew nothing about, so the safest way to employ rapid seduction in such a setting was to always engage in an activity that might close out that chasm of strangeness and slowly foster a bond that held potential to lead to physical intimacy, not just a playful or familiar bond.

"You want to learn to fight ?....from me ?"

Nymira reiterated Ben’s declaration, her expression appearing a little amused as she assessed Ben from head to toe, her gaze searing and penetrating, as if trying to unearth some secret; then she muttered...

"Strange."

Ben wasn’t sure why Nymira had suddenly said this after unraveling him with her almost blank gaze, but the train had already left the station, so he responded to her earlier question.

"Yes, my lady. I just had a troubling experience with one of the senior servants of this estate, and though I managed to come out unscathed, I was only lucky."

"I need to learn how to fight in order to at least protect myself, my lady," Ben explained his predicament, slowly and solemnly, putting on his most vulnerable appearance.

"Who’s this servant ?"

Nymira asked Ben, her tone chilly, though her expression remained blank.

"I heard he’s called Gildhart. A senior servant."

"Hmh....I see."

Nymira voiced as she began to walk towards the clearing to the side of her bungalow, where a rack of various weapons hung, both metal and wooden, as she added...

"Come on then.... I’ll train you."

"Though I don’t see you being able to do much to that one, considering you are still only a mortal....."

"....Or are you ?"

As she landed her last remark, Nymira turned back towards Ben, her scrutinizing gaze running over him for a few seconds before she sighed in a dismissive manner.

"What’s your specialty weapon ?"

Hearing Nymira’s question, Ben was already excited inside; seeing as she had agreed to train him, this was something he calculated to be most efficient in quickly establishing bond and setting up the stage.

"I have none, my lady."

Ben responded, walking towards Nymira.

"That’s..... surprising. But it’s fine."

Nymira remarked dismissively as she picked out two wooden great swords from the rack, tossing one to Ben while she walked towards the open field in front of her bungalow with the second, where she was previously training.

Ben understood why Nymira had found it surprising that he had no specialty weapon.

From the scriptures he’s read, everyone born into the world of Aeoleon gets to choose a specialty weapon at a very young age, be it a sword, blade, dagger, axe, cleaves, staff, and so on.

They receive elementary training in these weapons whether or not they plan to pursue a combat-focused path in the future.

It’s required as the basis since the world of Aeoleon suffers from other terrifying dangers and threats aside from the present global castration phenomenon brought about by the world empress.

"So, it’s safe to conclude you have zero experience when it comes to handling a weapon ?"

Nymira asked in confirmation as she stopped and stood with her sword planted to the ground, facing Ben as he approached, nodding.

"Okay...I will put you through the basics, but do avoid any altercation with the one named Gildhart in the future."

"Sadly, there’s nothing we can currently do about that one... at least for the moment."

"Hold up your weapon as it comes naturally to you, and take a stance."

Nymira instructed, pointing to a spot a few feet in front of her where Ben went and stood, grabbing onto the hilt of the sword with both hands and raising it up in the best striking stance he could think of.

"As you can already tell, my specialty is a greatsword, and since you have none yourself, I figured it best to put you through what I am best at."

"Lower your knees!"

Nymira commanded, walking slowly around Ben and slapping the hilt of her wooden sword to Ben’s knee joints several times until she was satisfied with his knee stance.

"You should put more effort into improving your knight realm. Without sufficient natural power, and the appropriate strength...."

"Mastering a weapon, not to mention a great sword that is more demanding, would be practically impossible."

"Raise your arms!"

She continued speaking, moving around Ben, and adjusting his stance, grip, and focus until she was satisfied with what she saw.

Then she began to put Ben through perfect vertical and horizontal swings, guiding and correcting his form, but she saw that Ben actually understood better when she was literally using her hands and body to shape form ... .so that’s what she switched to.

Assisting him from behind when he swung, assisting from the side when he slashed, slapping away his hands when he made the wrong move.

They were going at it for almost an hour now, and Ben was sweating from the relentless drilling. So too was Nymira, which somehow made her even more provocatively seductive.

And as expected, she was becoming more comfortable around Ben, speaking less formally, and even complaining and berating him when he made a mistake.

Ben would occasionally say some silly things, or some funny things in the situation, causing her to actually roll her eyes at him or her lips would raise a little in a soft smile.

And after nearly two hours, she started exchanging sword moves with Ben, though she promised to use no natural power and just a smidge of her actual physical strength, which was enough for a small fry like Ben.....

Or so she thought.

Nymira was effortlessly parrying all of Ben’s strikes, and landing several hits all over his body like an adult playing with a child.

Even with her strength and skill this much repressed, she was having fun effortlessly leading Ben around the field in a one sided battle, leaving him with no openings.

However, Ben too had not been sincere about his actual power level and had also been using the bare minimum of his strength all this while.

In a sudden move that happened so fast that Nymira who had been underestimating Ben did not have time to react....

Ben Dover threw away his sword, charged straight for Nymira’s curvy waist, tackling her into the ground.

He spread out her hands and held her in place as their rapid ragged breathing intertwined, their heartbeats racing as a look of great shock crested Nymira’s brow.

"You...you said to do whatever it takes to win...."

"This is the only way I saw how."

Ben mumbled breathlessly, pressed on top of Nymira, her sweet scent enrapturing, her gigantic cushioning breast so soft and tender pushing on his chest, her nipples poking into him, heightening the already heated tension between them.

Nymira’s cheeks took on a rosy tint, her steely blue eyes looking piercingly at Ben as she uttered softly in a little stutter....

"Mr Hardwood.....your thing...."

"It’s ....it’s poking my thigh."

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