Eternal Temptation: Awakening Sinful Desires

A young, handsome man with jet black short hair and piercing blue eyes was swinging a long black sword over and over again, creating slashes of dark light at a certain distance away from himself.

He wore a pair of pants and no shirt, revealing his muscular chest, toned abs, and well-defined biceps. The sweat rolled down his skin and made his body glisten under the soft starlight of the Mystic Starry Realm's sky.

As he stood there in a vast grass field, the only sounds were the swooshing of his sword and the gentle breeze blowing through the grass beneath his bare feet.

His expression was serious as he repeated the same move over and over again, taking care to keep perfect form each time with steady breathing and controlled, flowing motions.

It seemed as though he'd been at it for hours, yet he didn't slow down or stop. The intensity of his training was evident in the way he moved and held his body.

Every muscle in his arms tensed with every swing; every step he took was firm and purposeful. It was clear that this man was determined to improve his sword art.

The air around the area where the young man was practicing had become thicker with darkness. As the young man swung his longsword, it created slashes of dark light that sliced through the air like blades. Each slash left a trail of darkness that lingered for a few seconds before dissipating into nothingness.

"Asher! You are putting too much pressure on your wrists when you slash." A mature and feminine voice called out from behind him. "If you keep doing that, it will harm your joints, and your swings won't be as powerful. Let the sword's weight guide your motions." The woman's words cut through the darkness like a ray of light shining into a dark room.

Asher Blake, the handsome young man who was practicing his swordplay, paused his training and turned to face the one who called out to him.

There stood a beautiful woman with long flowing red hair, crimson eyes, and fair skin wearing a tight black sports bra that squeezed her breasts against her torso and yoga pants that clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Her thick thighs stretched against the material, and her round ass poked out from behind like ripe peaches.

She was a gorgeous sight to behold, but what caught Asher's attention the most was the tattoo of a heart that decorated her chest. It was between her large breasts and looked just like the ones found on playing cards.

Asher lowered his weapon, taking a moment to catch his breath and wipe the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "I understand, Teacher Rias. I will pay more attention to my wrist position next time." He replied.

"Good. Now try again!" Rias encouraged.

Without hesitating, the handsome young man assumed his fighting stance once more and resumed attacking, this time adjusting the way he used his hands to guide the movement of his sword.

"Much better, Asher." Rias smiled. "Just keep practicing, and you'll soon master this technique."

Thanking her for her advice, Asher continued swinging his black blade, sending waves of black energy through the air. His movements were graceful and precise, almost hypnotic. And though it seemed that he was using a lot of power, it was actually quite the opposite.

His attacks were highly efficient and economical. Each slash required minimal effort from Asher, yet they produced maximum results.

The result of this was that he was able to conserve his stamina, allowing him to fight longer without getting tired. This meant that he could wear down an opponent much quicker than someone who wasted their energy on every move.

At that moment, Rias looked at the two beautiful young girls who were lying on the ground nearby, panting with exhaustion.

Their sweaty bodies glistened under the starlight, highlighting their exquisite feminine features.

One had similar red hair and crimson eyes. Her gray sports bra and tight-fitting shorts tautly covered her slender yet curvy frame. She had a cute face with full lips that seemed to invite kisses, and her large breasts bounced with every heavy breath.

The other girl's hair was pure black, contrasting with her pale white skin and bright green eyes. She wore a white tank top and shorts that showed off her long legs and tight buttocks.

Both girls were gasping for air as they stared up at the stars above. They had been practicing their own sword arts in this place as well, and both of them had run out of steam.

Seeing that, Rias shook her head. "You girls really need to push yourselves harder if you want to improve. How are you going to be competent swordswomen at this rate? Look at Asher and how hard he is working! If you don't put in the effort, you will fall further behind him."

Cecil and Scarlet looked over at Asher, who was still slashing away with his longsword. His muscles rippled with every strike, and his eyes shone with determination. He appeared to be invincible and unbreakable.

"Mom, how can you compare us to that musclehead?" Scarlet remarked, "He's obviously not normal! He has been training like a madman for a few days straight already, and it shows. How are we supposed to keep up with that kind of pace?!"

Rias frowned. "Do you think the enemies out there are going to wait until you recover your stamina, Scarlet? No! They're going to come at you full force, and they will do whatever it takes to destroy you. Don't tell me that you haven't learned anything from the Black Forest incident, where both of you were helpless. In this world, if you show weakness, people will exploit it.

That's why I'm pushing you so hard right now. It's not because I enjoy seeing you suffer, but because I know that the harder I train you, the stronger you will become."