I activated Euphoric Feedback at level 3 again, establishing a baseline she was already familiar with.
"Sa as before," she confird, smiling slightly.
I nodded and increased it to level 4.
Her lips parted. "Oh. That’s... stronger."
"Good stronger or bad stronger?"
"Good. Definitely good."
Level 5.
Her fingers tightened around mine. "Wow."
"Still okay?"
"Yeah, it’s just..." she blushed deeply. "It feels really nice. Like... really nice."
I knew exactly what she ant. Level 5 was where Euphoric Feedback transitioned from general warmth to distinctly pleasurable sensations. Nothing overwhelming yet, but definitely heading in that direction.
"I’m going to try level 6," I said. "Rember, you can tell to stop anyti."
She nodded, eyes locked on mine.
I pushed the intensity to level 6, and Naomi gasped.
"Too much?" I asked, ready to dial it back.
"No," she said quickly. "Just... unexpected. It’s like the feeling is spreading. Not just in my hands anymore."
That’s because it wasn’t. Level 6 and above, Euphoric Feedback began to trigger responses in the brain’s pleasure centers directly. The sensation would feel like it was radiating through her entire body.
"Does it feel like it’s moving up your arms?"
She nodded, cheeks flushed. "And... other places."
Our eyes t, and I saw the exact mont she realized what kind of "sensation" my ability was actually transmitting. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing quickened.
But she didn’t pull away.
"I should probably explain," I said softly. "Euphoric Feedback doesn’t just create generic positive sensations. It’s specifically... pleasure. Physical pleasure."
Naomi swallowed. "I figured that out."
"Do you want to stop?"
She was quiet for a mont, then shook her head. "No. It’s... it’s part of training, right? You need to practice maintaining higher intensities."
God, she was making this so easy. Almost too easy. My conscience pinged once before I shoved it back into its box.
"If you’re sure," I said. "I’m going to try level 7 now. This is where I usually start losing control of the ability."
She nodded, and I could see her pulse fluttering at her throat.
I increased to level 7.
Naomi’s reaction was imdiate. Her back arched slightly, and a small sound escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her hands gripped mine tightly.
"That’s..." she whispered, "...intense."
Level 7 was where Euphoric Feedback began to feel like direct sexual stimulation. I knew exactly what she was experiencing - waves of pleasure pulsing through her entire body, concentrating in her most sensitive areas.
"Too much?" I asked again.
Her eyes had gone unfocused. "No... I just... wow."
I maintained level 7, watching as her breathing beca more ragged. Her thighs pressed together, unconsciously seeking friction.
"You’re doing great," I told her. "I’ve never held level 7 this long before."
That was true. My mana was burning steadily, but I had plenty in reserve. The System was logging successful ability usage.
Naomi’s pink-and-black hair fell across her face as she looked down at our joined hands. "It feels so real. Like you’re actually... like soone is..."
"I know," I said softly. "That’s what makes it useful for dical applications. The brain can’t distinguish between this and actual physical stimulation."
Another half-truth. The dical applications were theoretical at best.
"How much higher does it go?" she asked, voice barely audible.
"Three more levels." I paused. "Level 8 is where most people find it overwhelming."
She bit her lower lip. "Can we try? Just so you can practice control?"
My pulse quickened. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, not eting my eyes.
I increased to level 8.
Naomi’s entire body tensed. Her head fell back, exposing the smooth line of her throat. "Oh my god," she gasped.
Level 8 was where Euphoric Feedback began to mimic the sensation of approaching orgasm. Not quite there, but building toward it. Her body would be flooded with pleasure, making coherent thought difficult.
"Naomi? Still with ?"
"Y-yes," she managed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, straining against her sports bra. "This is... I didn’t know... abilities could..."
"Few people have this specific ability," I explained, maintaining the intensity. "It’s rare."
She nodded, clearly struggling to focus on my words. Her thighs were pressed tightly together now, muscles tense.
"You’re handling level 8 better than most," I said.
"Is this... helping your training?" she asked, concern for sohow breaking through her pleasure-hazed state.
That tiny question hit right in the chest. Even now, she was thinking about helping .
"Yes," I said. "This is exactly what I needed."
The System overlay appeared again:
Naomi Love
asurents: 36D-27-38
Rank: Silver
Current Attraction: 50%
Holy shit. Her attraction had jumped eight percentage points during our "training."
"I’m going to try level 9," I said softly. "This is as high as I’ve ever gone. It’s extrely intense. Are you absolutely sure?"
She looked directly in the eyes. "I want to help you."
I increased to level 9.
Naomi’s reaction was imdiate and overwhelming. Her back arched sharply, and she cried out, a sound quickly muffled as she bit her lip. Her entire body shuddered, and her hands gripped mine so tightly her knuckles went white.
Level 9 was just shy of forcing orgasm. It kept the body perpetually on the edge, building and building without release.
"Oh god, oh god," she gasped. "Jace, I... it’s too much, I can’t..."
I imdiately reduced the intensity back to level 7. "I’m sorry. Too fast."
She shook her head, breathing hard. "No, it’s okay. I just wasn’t prepared for how strong it would be." Her eyes t mine, pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the pink. "That was... I’ve never felt anything like that."
I bet she hadn’t. Not many people experience level 9 Euphoric Feedback and remain coherent.
"Thank you for helping practice," I said, genuinely impressed by her resilience. "I’ve never maintained level 9 even for those few seconds before."
She nodded, still trying to regulate her breathing. "Happy to help," she managed.
I gradually reduced the intensity, bringing her down through level 6, then 5, then 4, giving her body ti to adjust rather than cutting the sensation abruptly.
When I finally released her hands, she looked almost dazed. Her skin glowed with a light sheen of sweat, and her chest still rose and fell with deep breaths.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Just... need a minute."
I gave her a full minute to catch her breath, watching the sunset paint golden highlights in her hair. The tir in the corner of my vision reminded I had forty-six hours and seven minutes left.
Ti to commit.
"Naomi," I said quietly. "There’s another part of my ability. A bigger part. Sothing I can’t share with anyone else."
She looked up, still flushed. "Another part?"
"You’d be the first person to ever see it." I t her eyes. "But I need you to trust completely. What I’m about to show you is going to seem impossible."
"Jace, what are you talking about?"
"I can’t explain it. I can only show you." I held out my hand. "Do you trust ?"
She stared at my palm for a long mont. Her breathing had finally steadied, her expression shifting between curiosity and wariness.
"I don’t understand what you’re asking."
"I know. That’s why I need you to trust first." I kept my hand extended. "Please."
Sothing in her face softened. The sa thing that made her check on after pull-ups, that made her worry about whether my training was helping even while level 8 pleasure was flooding her system.
She placed her hand in mine.
"Yes. I trust you."
I activated Private Sanctum.
Reality folded.
The field, the sunset, the distant sound of the ocean, all of it vanished. For half a second we existed in absolute darkness, and then light blood around us.
We stood in a bedroom that definitely didn’t exist on the East Field. King-sized bed with white sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a cityscape at night. Soft lighting from recessed fixtures. Modern furniture in blacks and grays.
Naomi’s hand tightened on mine as she spun around, taking in the impossible space.
"What... where are we?"
I watched her process it. The way her pink eyes went wide, the way her free hand ca up to cover her mouth.
"Welco to my real ability," I said quietly. "Nobody else knows about this. Just you."
She turned back to , and I could see the exact mont genuine fear entered her expression.
"Jace, what did you do? Where’s the field? How did you..."
"We’re safe," I said quickly. "I promise. This is Private Sanctum. It’s a pocket dinsion. We’re still technically on the field, but nobody can see us, nobody can interrupt us, and ti flows normally. We have complete privacy here."
Her breathing quickened again, but this ti it wasn’t pleasure.
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