[Daniel's Apartment]
Weiss finishes reviewing the last blueprint Daniel gave her. Exhaustion is written all over her face as she sets it down on the table, takes a deep breath, and leans back in her chair, stretching until she hears a faint crack in her back. Of all the things I planned to do today, reviewing blueprints was definitely not on the list, she thinks, running a hand over her face to wake herself up a little.
Not that she minds—she's actually found some pretty interesting things. Some designs are genuinely brilliant, ideas with the potential to completely change the world of hunters. And then there are the others… the ones that are basically recycled versions of things that already exist, but with the word "Bat" slapped onto the name.
Bat-belt. Bat-taser. Bat-vomit bucket. The magnificent, unparalleled Bat-rope.
Weiss raises an eyebrow as she flips through those blueprints. It takes some nerve to give them names like that and pretend they're something new. But setting that aside, some of them do have potential. The taser's mechanism, for example, is noticeably more efficient than similar models, and the battery design is innovative enough to reduce energy consumption.
And the rope… as ridiculous as it sounds, it's designed to support a significant amount of weight. It's not just any ordinary rope with a bat symbol stamped on it.
The vomit bucket, on the other hand… well, there's no justifying that one. It's just a bucket. A bucket with a bat painted on it.
She props her elbow on the table and massages her temples. Atlas already has tools far superior to most of these, but that doesn't mean they're useless. In fact, the company would probably be willing to buy these designs—not to copy them outright, but to use them as reference points to improve their own technology.
She slides a few blueprints aside until her eyes land on a particular one. A design she had set apart because… well, because she doesn't know what to make of it.
At the top of the blueprint, in bold lettering, is the title: Boogie Bomb.
Weiss picks it up and examines it again. Call her skeptical, but she finds it hard to believe that it's possible to create a bomb that, upon detonation, forces everyone within its radius to dance. And yet, according to the diagrams, equations, and technical specifications… it seems like it is possible.
Weiss sighs and sets the blueprint aside with a light thud on the table. This is definitely beyond her understanding. It's not just that the concept is ridiculous—what makes it worse is that, the more she analyzes it, the more viable it appears to be.
She rubs her eyes with one hand, trying to clear her mind. She's tired. She's been going through blueprints for a while now, and her focus is slipping. She barely exhales before she hears footsteps approaching.
Looking up, she sees Daniel with a mug in one hand, dragging a chair with the other.
"Finished?" he asks, setting the coffee down in front of her.
Weiss doesn't respond immediately. Right now, the only thing that matters to her is coffee. She takes it without hesitation, wrapping both hands around the cup, savoring its warmth. She takes a long sip and lets out a sigh.
"I need this…" she mutters before drinking a little more.
Daniel sits beside her, resting his chin on one hand as he watches her curiously.
"So… what did you think?" he finally asks, leaning slightly toward her.
Weiss glances at him from the corner of her eye but decides to ignore him. Instead, she takes another sip of coffee before setting the cup on the table.
"Ah…" she sighs, clearing her throat. "I took the time to sort the blueprints based on their value and potential future review. Some can be optimized for different markets depending on their application in technology, specialized tools, and certain defense systems, but the key is how we present them for commercialization in Atlas. It's not just about selling them, but justifying their usefulness, demonstrating how they can integrate into their infrastructure, and ensuring that the negotiation terms are favorable…"
Daniel nods slowly, but his mind has already started to drift away.
Weiss keeps talking about sales strategies, technical adjustments to meet Atlas's standards, sponsorships, exclusivity agreements… Terms that, at this point, all sound like background noise.
"Blah, blah, blah…"
That's all his brain processes as he pretends to be interested. His eyes stay fixed on Weiss, but his mind is elsewhere.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah…"
Suddenly, Weiss points to a pile of blueprints.
"Little money."
That part, he understands. And it discourages him. The pile with that label is bigger than he would like.
"Blah, blah, blah…"
Now Weiss points at the middle pile.
"A little more money."
That gives him some hope. It's not a small pile, but he'd like to know exactly how much "a little more" means.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah…"
Finally, Weiss points at the last pile.
"A lot of money."
Daniel perks up a little and takes a look. There are barely three blueprints in that pile. That discourages him again.
"Blah, blah, blah…" He nods again, this time more slowly.
"Blah, blah, blah…" He nods once more.
Weiss frowns and stares at him. "Are you even listening to me?"
That question snaps Daniel back to reality, but he still remains silent, which makes Weiss sigh in frustration.
"Do you have any questions?" she asks, certain he hasn't understood a single word.
"Do you wanna fuck?" Daniel asks casually.
Weiss barely has time to process the question before she spits out her coffee in shock. Thankfully, at least she didn't spill it all over the blueprints.
"Cough, cough, cough!" She coughs several times, bringing a hand to her throat as she tries to catch her breath. Her mind spins. Did she really just hear that?
"Wow," Daniel comments, crossing his arms as he watches her, looking offended. "A simple no would've been enough."
Weiss jumps to her feet, indignation clear in every one of her movements.
"What kind of question is that!?" she exclaims, her face red—though she's not sure if it's from fury or embarrassment.
Daniel remains as calm as ever. "A yes-or-no question. It wasn't that hard."
His indifferent attitude only infuriates her more.
Weiss clenches her fists, feeling the heat in her face intensify. "This is not the time for jokes!" she growls, pointing at him.
Daniel shrugs. "It wasn't a joke."
"And what about the blueprints!?" she shouts, pointing at them in frustration.
Daniel lets out a heavy sigh and, without much urgency, gets up from his chair. He walks toward her with slow steps, never breaking eye contact.
"Weiss… I'm not gonna lie to you. I don't understand a damn thing you're saying." His voice is calm, almost conciliatory. "I have the ability to create the blueprints, but I have no idea how to actually value them. So I'm going to trust whatever you tell me."
Weiss presses a hand to her forehead and closes her eyes for a second. She doesn't understand why he gives her so much trust. So much power. It makes no sense. The price of the blueprints is no joke, and she'd love to say there's some deep, compelling story behind why he's relying on her so much.
But in reality, their story boils down to: they fucked twice, fought a few more times, and he saved her life once.
None of that should be enough.
She sighs in resignation and looks up. Daniel is right there, staring at her with that expression of his—a permanent mix of arrogance and amusement. If she had to describe him in just a few words, she'd pick: Liar. Rude.
"And… are we gonna fuck or not?" Daniel asks again.
…Promiscuous.
Weiss squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a frustrated growl before abruptly stepping away from him. "Ughhh! Are you a complete idiot or what?!" she snaps as she walks off.
Daniel raises his hands in a resigned gesture. "Oh, okay. I didn't know you found me that disgusting, but alright."
Weiss stops dead in her tracks.
"I never said that!" she blurts out, spinning around with a fiery glare.
Daniel smirks, enjoying every second of this. "So… you do want to?"
"I never said that either!"
Daniel lets out an exaggerated sigh and crosses his arms, already tired of the back-and-forth. "Just make up your mind, Weiss! It's a yes-or-no question!"
Weiss grits her teeth, struggling to keep her composure.
Daniel watches her curiously, tilting his head slightly. "You know, Weiss… I have this suspicion that you might have some kind of sexual sadism disorder."
"WHAT?! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!" Weiss nearly chokes on her own indignation, taking a step back.
Daniel shrugs, completely unfazed. "Just think about it. We've done it twice… and both times were right after you started a fight." He pauses, narrowing his eyes like he's analyzing a complex case. "I think you have issues. You should get some help, Weiss… I'm worried about you."
"That's NOT true!" Weiss exclaims, feeling the heat of frustration crawling up her neck.
"And if anyone here has issues, it's YOU!" she fires back, jabbing a finger at him. "Compulsive sexual behavior disorder!"
Daniel frowns, clearly offended.
"Oh, I see how it is…" he mutters, crossing his arms. "If Weiss—the almighty, all-powerful goddess Schnee—has sex in the bathroom of a Bullhead, it's fine. But if I have sex in the bathroom of a Bullhead, the floor of a clothing store, a crime boss's office, in the middle of the woods—twice, with two different people, by the way—in a cabin with the mother of someone I'd already slept with before, in an ice cream parlor's bathroom, or tied to a table while hot wax drips on me… then I'm a sex maniac!"
He pauses just to shake his head, feigning outrage.
"Grow up, Weiss," he says in a severe tone, as if he truly believes he has the moral high ground.
Weiss feels her brain short-circuiting. This is too much information. Way more than she ever wanted to know.
It's official. She needs to get tested for STDs. Soon.
While she remains frozen in existential crisis, Daniel—completely oblivious to her inner turmoil—starts moving side to side in an awkward rhythm.
"Would it help if I danced a little?" he suddenly asks, swaying slowly with a flirty expression while winking at her.
Weiss blinks, unable to process what she's seeing.
"Is this working?" Daniel insists. "Honestly, I've never done this before… And, to be fair, I have no idea what women actually like." As he says this, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
Weiss swiftly turns her head away, refusing to fall for his tricks.
Not again…
But, against her better judgment, she cracks one eye open. Just a little. Looking isn't a crime.
Daniel, immediately noticing, smirks smugly. "Aha, I knew this would work."
Weiss clenches her teeth, inhaling deeply before steeling herself. She pushes her chest out, straightens her shoulders, and stares ahead with determination.
I am Weiss Schnee, she tells herself.
I am not a woman ruled by base instincts.
I am powerful. Trained both physically and mentally not to falter.
A lady of high class. Heir to the SDC.
I have willpower.
I am determined.
I AM STRONG.
[Image]
...
[5 minutes later]
"I'm weak..."
Weiss is sprawled out on the table where, just minutes before, they had been going over the blueprints. Thank God they moved them before starting. Now she's lying on her back, still clothed but without her panties. Her ass rests right on the edge, legs spread wide, completely exposed, and between them, Daniel is kneeling, his warm breath brushing against the bare skin of her thighs as his tongue plays teasingly with the wet entrance of her pussy.
"Ah... ah... Ahhh!" Weiss's moans echo through the apartment as her nails dig into the surface of the table, searching for some semblance of control. Her body reacts instinctively to the pleasure; her legs tremble, toes curling every time Daniel's tongue brushes her pussy lips, slowly caressing every fold.
"Mmm… See, it's not so bad?" Daniel mutters against her skin, his voice vibrating right over her most sensitive spot.
"Shut up...! Ahh!" Weiss gasps, her back arching as Daniel's fingers glide over her swollen clit, rubbing it with a pressure that shakes her from head to toe.
BAM!
Her fist slams against the table as Daniel's tongue slides inside her, hot and wet, moving slowly against the pulsing walls of her pussy.
"Oh God... Dani...!" Her voice breaks into a strangled moan.
Every movement of Daniel's tongue is a devastating wave of pleasure. He devours her mercilessly, holding her hips firmly, keeping her still as he thrusts his tongue deeper and deeper into her, invading her with a possessive urgency.
Weiss can't resist. Her body tightens to the limit, hands flying to Daniel's head, fingers tangling in his hair, clinging to him desperately.
"More!" she begs, pushing him harder against her sex, feeling his tongue work her relentlessly.
The pleasure builds, an unstoppable storm dragging her down mercilessly. Weiss feels her insides clench, the intense heat burning deep within. Her breathing becomes erratic, her stomach tightens... and then, everything explodes.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" A piercing scream escapes her lips as her orgasm rips through her violently.
Her body shakes uncontrollably, her essence spilling out in waves against Daniel's mouth, who drinks her up eagerly, savoring her with hunger. Weiss pants, her chest heaving, utterly wrecked by the intensity of her climax.
Still trembling, she pushes herself up and sits at the edge of the table, her breath ragged as she tries to regain control. Daniel remains on his knees, his breath still tainted with the taste of her pussy, and that smug grin of his only serves to irritate her further. Their eyes lock—his, full of confidence, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Weiss scowls. She can't let him have the upper hand.
With a swift push, she shoves him backward, making him fall back into the chair. She steps forward, her gaze determined as she positions herself over him.
Weiss wraps her hands around Daniel's cock, her skin burning as she feels its hardness, aligning it against the sensitive, dripping lips of her pussy. Slowly, she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance, and she lowers herself with a stifled sigh, sinking inch by inch onto the thick length of him. Her eyes never leave his as she does so, her breath hot and uneven, filling the space between them.
"Ahhh..." Weiss moans as her pussy stretches to accommodate the thick length of Daniel, feeling him fill her until he's nearly brushing her cervix. The pressure is overwhelming, and her legs tremble, but Daniel's impassive expression wounds her pride. He shows no reaction, irritating her even more.
With a growl of determination, Weiss gathers herself and begins bouncing on his entire length. At first, her movements are slow. "Ah...! Ah...!" The moans spill from her lips, growing faster until she finds a frantic rhythm, bouncing hard and fast against Daniel, her body pressing against his, their breaths hot and mingling amidst moans.
Weiss can't bear the tension any longer. Her lips close the distance and crash against Daniel's, their tongues tangling in a messy, saliva-filled battle for dominance. The kiss is desperate, almost violent, but not for a second does Weiss stop bouncing, each thrust harder than the last.
Suddenly, Daniel grips Weiss's hips firmly, his fingers digging into her skin. "Eh?!" Weiss looks at him, her lips still pressed against his, surprised by his sudden control. A choked moan escapes her mouth as Daniel forces her down hard, increasing the pace of her bouncing. "Ahh...!" she moans into Daniel's mouth, as her hips move faster, her pussy tightening around his cock.
Weiss breaks the kiss with a gasping breath, trying to catch her breath.
"Eh... wait..." she stammers, but Daniel doesn't seem to hear her. His movements are relentless, his cock pounding into every sensitive spot inside her with precision.
Slap! Slap! The wet, rhythmic sound of their hips colliding echoes through the room, each impact drawing involuntary moans from Weiss, who buries her face in Daniel's neck, refusing to let him see the expressions that betray her vulnerability.
In a desperate attempt to regain control, she bites down on Daniel's neck, hoping his reaction will give her some advantage, but the result is the complete opposite. Daniel doesn't flinch; if anything, the bite spurs him on even more. His grip on her hips tightens, forcing her to move with a frantic speed, making her bounce faster and harder on his cock.
"Ah...! Ahh...! Ahhh!" Weiss's moans grow sharp, almost desperate, her body overwhelmed by the relentless pounding of Daniel. The walls of her pussy clench involuntarily, squeezing tight, trying to slow the brutal movements, but it's useless. Daniel has her completely at his mercy, his hips driving with unwavering force, using her as if her only purpose were to satisfy his own pleasure.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Weiss can't take it anymore; she feels her control rapidly crumbling. The pleasure coils tight in her belly, twisting in waves that push her toward the edge. Another orgasm looms over her, imminent, inevitable.
Daniel seems to be in the same state; his movements become erratic, urgent. Both their hips begin moving in sync. Daniel thrusts upward as Weiss lowers herself, meeting in a dizzying rhythm that consumes them both.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Weiss screams, her body taut as the orgasm crashes into her, shaking her to her core. She feels her pussy clench around Daniel's cock, contracting uncontrollably as the thrusts continue. A choked groan escapes from Daniel as he reaches his own climax. With one final thrust, he drives his hips up with all his strength, burying himself as deep as he can inside her.
"Aaaahhh!" Weiss moans as she feels the hot streams of cum filling her womb, one after another, flooding her with warmth. They both go still, panting, their bodies entwined, their foreheads pressed together as the echoes of their orgasm pulse through them. Their breaths, still ragged, intertwine in a shared rhythm, the air around them thick with sweat and sex.
Shame burns within her, as she tries to ignore the residual spasms that make her tremble. "I did it again..." she thinks, biting her lip, trying to swallow the lump in her throat as reality crashes down on her. "I wasn't supposed to do this again," she murmurs to herself.
But before she can fully process those thoughts—
SLAP!
Daniel's hand comes down hard on her ass. "Ahhh!" Weiss cries out, feeling the sting shoot up her spine. Daniel's grip intensifies, his fingers digging into her flesh, as he slowly rises, his cock still buried deep inside her, stretching her walls, prolonging the pleasure in a way only he knew how to.
Weiss tries to speak, but her voice is lost in a broken moan. "What... are you doing...?" she gasps, her lips trembling as he carries her with each step. Every movement makes her pussy tighten even more around Daniel's cock, and small explosions of pleasure ripple through her, uncontrollable, her body betraying her with every little bounce. Her hips tremble involuntarily, unable to stop the waves of heat flooding her.
Daniel walks with her in his grasp, not saying a word. With every step, Weiss feels her juices dripping even more, both of their bodies slick with sweat. Every breath mixes with gasps and muffled moans. "We need to... take a break..." she tries to plead, but Daniel ignores her completely, dropping onto the couch.
The impact is brutal, his cock plunging even deeper as they fall together, making Weiss scream. "Ahhhhhh!"
Her eyes fill with tears of sheer pleasure as her pussy pulses hard, trapping Daniel's cock in a tight spasm. But he doesn't stop. With a rough yank, he pulls down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive to the air. She throws him a pleading look, squinting her eyes, knowing what's coming. "Don't... don't do... AH!" she tries to say, but is cut off when Daniel takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking with fierce intensity.
"Mnhmmm! Wait..." Weiss stammers, but he's already thrusting into her again, his pace brutal. Every thrust is harder than the last, their hips colliding with a wet sound that fills the room. The sensation is overwhelming; her pussy clenches with every slam, Weiss's breasts bouncing with each thrust while Daniel sucks and licks relentlessly, switching between her tits, leaving wet marks with his tongue and teeth.
"Fuck..." Weiss murmurs, biting her lip, feeling her back arch, her hips moving to meet Daniel's thrusts. Her nails claw at the skin of his back, dragging across his flesh as her body completely gives in to the pleasure. The couch groans beneath them, soaked by the fluids running uncontrollably, and the air fills with the sound of their desperate moans.
Each thrust is a new torture, pushing her beyond her limits, her body shaking violently with every clash of their hips. Weiss feels like she's losing her mind, the pleasure consuming her entirely, taking her beyond the edge as her pussy clenches tight around Daniel's cock, drowning in lust.
"Faster! Faster!" Weiss screams, her voice ragged and breathless, completely abandoning any notion of dignity. Her body trembles with every thrust, unable to think of anything other than the raw pleasure coursing through her like lightning.
"Don't stop, please," she begs between moans, her mind foggy, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her desperation. Daniel responds without hesitation, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulls back just enough to leave only the tip of his cock inside, only to plunge back into her with force.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. The sound of their skin colliding echoes through the air. Weiss's legs shake, stretched to their limit, her muscles tense, as her hips jerk to the frantic pace Daniel has set. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!" she cries out, feeling the wave of her third orgasm of the night build inside her, ready to explode at any moment.
With one final thrust, deep and devastating, Daniel buries himself completely inside her, hitting every corner of her insides. "Yessssssss!" Weiss screams at the top of her lungs as her body arches, her pussy clenching around Daniel's cock in an attempt to milk every drop.
The heat consumes her completely, her mind blank, lost in the torrent of pleasure washing over her. Daniel groans low, his breath ragged as he cums inside her, filling her to the brim. So much that the semen begins to spill out, overflowing between her legs, coating them in the sticky warmth of their shared climax.
They both collapse, their bodies tangled in a mess of gasping breaths and sweat-slicked skin. Weiss pants, still trembling, as Daniel kisses her with a nearly spent desire, a slow and deep kiss that carries the exhaustion and intensity of what they've just experienced. "It feels... so good," Weiss thinks, her lips still brushing Daniel's, lost in the intoxicating glow of satisfaction.
Several minutes pass before Daniel finally pulls out, his cock sliding from her pussy with a soft 'pop,' letting more semen spill out, soaking the couch beneath them. Weiss closes her eyes, exhaling a heavy sigh, until Daniel breaks the silence.
"You ruined my couch," he says in a teasing tone, making Weiss laugh softly, tired but satisfied. "You also ruined your dress," he adds, making her look down. Her clothes are completely soaked and ruined with both of their fluids, a mess she won't be able to ignore for much longer, but right now… she doesn't care.
[You've cheated on your girlfriend]
You cheated on Ruby Rose with Weiss Schnee
[Assimilated Stats from Weiss Schnee: 15% (MAX 25%)]
[+3 Gacha Rolls]
For a moment, Weiss wants to snap at Daniel, throw a sharp remark his way, but she holds back. It doesn't feel right—not after what they just did.
"Do you have a washing machine?" she finally asks, her voice unsteady as she tries to regain some sense of normalcy.
Daniel nods calmly, reaching out a hand to help her up. Weiss takes it, grateful for the gesture, and together they head toward the washing machine in the other room.
They undress in complete silence, the intimacy of the moment shifting into something quieter, more mundane. Their clothes fall to the floor one by one, and finally, naked, they place them into the machine.
The sound of the drum spinning the wet clothes is the only thing breaking the silence as Weiss suddenly feels strangely exposed.
She doesn't know why, but a wave of shame washes over her. Maybe it's the fact that she's standing naked next to him, or maybe—more likely—it's because she's just realized that while they were doing it, she had screamed like a bitch, vulnerable and completely submissive. She presses her hands to her face, feeling the heat of her blush spreading across her cheeks.
Daniel notices her discomfort and places a firm hand on her shoulder. "Would you like to take a shower?" he asks in a calm voice.
Weiss looks at him and realizes she still has his cum on her skin—sticky, visible—and slowly nods. "Yeah… I'd appreciate that," she murmurs.
[Bathroom]
The hot shower is refreshing, the water cascading down her skin, washing away every trace of what just happened. A moment of peace, of calm, of cleansing...
Or it would be, if not for—
"Lari, lara, la~..."
Weiss narrows her eyes in irritation. The sound of the water is no longer the only thing filling the bathroom—it's Daniel's voice, humming carefreely.
She slowly turns to him, her patience hanging by a thread. "Remind me why you're here."
Daniel, unfazed, raises a hand and starts counting on his fingers. "It's my house, it's my shower… and I wanted to watch you shower."
Weiss glares daggers at him, but he doesn't even flinch, standing there completely at ease, exposed.
And he is.
Weiss looks at Daniel, her expression shifting from annoyance to something more serious. Her eyes trace over his body, inevitably lingering on the scars marking his skin. There are many—more than she had noticed before. It's not the first time she's seen them, but now they seem even more pronounced.
Daniel notices her gaze and looks at her seriously. "If you say my scars make you uncomfortable, I'll kick you out of here," he warns, though there's a hint of humor in his voice.
"It's not that..." Weiss murmurs.
She hesitates for a moment before slowly stepping closer. Her hand extends, hovering just above his skin, uncertain before touching the marks on his body. This should be easy. After everything they had shared, then why the hell wasn't it?
She's about to pull her hand back, but Daniel catches it before she can, guiding it firmly to his torso.
"Stop being a coward and just do it. It's not a big deal."
Weiss swallows hard as her fingers make contact. His skin is rough in some areas, with uneven ridges.
As her fingers cautiously trace each scar, Daniel watches her in silence. Then, with a casual motion, he lifts his own hand and brings it to Weiss's face, gently brushing the scar that cuts through her eyebrow.
"Huh?" The touch startles her. She wasn't expecting that.
Daniel tilts his head, smirking. "What? You can touch my scars, but I can't touch yours?"
Weiss opens her mouth to argue but comes up empty. She's the one touching his scars—and far more shamelessly at that. "Ahh…" she sighs, resigned, letting him do as he pleases.
"How did you get these scars?" Weiss asks, her tone neutral, but her grip on Daniel's skin remains firm.
She remembers what he told her before—that many of them were self-inflicted. But now, she wants to know more. Why? She's not sure. Maybe it's simple curiosity… or maybe it's a concern she doesn't want to admit.
Daniel watches her quietly, as if weighing his answer. "Tell me how you got yours, and I'll tell you how I got mine," he finally says.
Weiss hesitates for a moment but gives in. "I faced the Arma Gigas."
Daniel looks clearly confused. Weiss sighs and rolls her eyes. "I fought a giant, reinforced armor possessed by a Geist."
Daniel nods, as if that suddenly makes perfect sense, then lowers his gaze to his own body. He points to a scar on his abdomen. "This one's from when some punks beat the crap out of me." His tone is almost amused.
Weiss doesn't laugh. Her expression remains serious—she doesn't find it funny.
Daniel drops his hand to another scar, this time on his side. "And this one? Got it from entering an underground fight ring."
Weiss's eyes widen in surprise. "You fought in an illegal arena?" she asks, a mix of disbelief and alarm in her voice.
Daniel grins shamelessly. "Correction: I fought and won in an illegal arena." His light chuckle does nothing to ease Weiss's unease.
Then, he moves his fingers to another mark. "This one's fresh. From the tower fall."
Weiss's stomach churns. It had only been a few hours, but with everything that had happened, she had buried it deep in her mind. Now, as she remembers, a chill runs down her spine.
She opens her mouth to say something, but Daniel turns around before she can.
Weiss feels a lump form in her throat when she sees his back.
Ten long marks. Five on each side.
"What kind of animal did that to you?" Weiss asks, incredulous. Her eyes scan the scars in confusion.
She remembers seeing his back before, when he showed her the berries… but those marks hadn't been there.
Daniel lets out a dry, ironic laugh. "The Ice Queen did."
He turns just enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye. "They're new… and permanent. What do you think?"
Weiss feels her face burn with shame.
Because she is the Ice Queen.
Several minutes passed before they finished showering. The laundry still wasn't done.
"Come," Daniel says, leading Weiss toward the bedroom.
He rummages through his clothes and hands her a garment. "Here," he says casually.
Weiss takes it without a word, noticing the faint scent of soap mixed with something more subtle—something distinctly him. As she slips it on, Daniel glances at the clock on the wall.
"It'll be a while before the wash is done," he comments, letting out a sigh. Then, he stretches tiredly. "And it's already late. We should just sleep."
Weiss doesn't object. There's no reason to. It's been a long day—exhausting in more ways than one. Too many emotions, too many tangled feelings, too many regrets floating in the air.
Without overthinking it, she drops onto the bed beside him. She pulls the blanket over herself and shifts until she's comfortable. Slowly, she exhales, closing her eyes. Within minutes, exhaustion drags her into sleep.
Daniel, however, isn't so lucky.
He remains lying down, staring at the ceiling, unable to rest.
His gaze shifts to Weiss, watching her relaxed face. Her breathing is steady, her expression serene. "Weiss..." he whispers, his voice barely audible.
No response.
"Are you awake?" he asks, hoping he won't get an answer.
And luckily, there's no reaction. Just the constant rhythm of her breathing.
She's definitely asleep.
Daniel sighs and looks away. With a mental command, he opens his status screen and scrolls through the accumulated messages. He hasn't checked them all day. He hasn't had the time... or the mental space to do so.
Maybe now's a good time to catch up.
[Optional Mission: The Spider's Path]
Climb the Atlas Huntsman Academy.
[Reward]
??? ??? ???
Climb the Haven Huntsman Academy.
[Reward]
??? ??? ???
Climb the Shade Huntsman Academy.
[Reward]
??? ??? ???
Daniel scans the list of missions, thinking about what's ahead. "The first mission gave me the ability to climb walls… I guess the next ones will be related to Spider-Man's powers," he muses, trying to anticipate the upcoming rewards.
He already has wall-crawling. The logical next step would be the more obvious ones: web-slinging, spider-sense, maybe super strength. All of it sounds pretty useful… and tempting.
His eyes move down the list, but eventually, he sighs. "It's not like I'm about to throw myself into another adventure just to complete them right now," he thinks with resignation. He forces himself to focus on the more immediate future. "I shouldn't think so far ahead. Better to concentrate on something closer... like Atlas."
Maybe climb it and get the reward. And if what he gets is worth it, he could consider doing the others.
With a mental gesture, he closes the mission tab and opens the skills tab.
[New Skill Acquired: Surface Adhesion!]
Allows adhesion to any solid surface, granting the ability to climb walls, ceilings, and structures regardless of their angle or texture. Increases mobility in any environment, facilitates evasive and offensive maneuvers, and enables gripping objects or enemies with exceptional strength.
"Yeah, yeah, I've seen this already," he thinks as the screen slides before his eyes. What he's really interested in now are the assassin skills that nearly got him killed. "They better be worth it."
[Passive Skill: Leap of Faith Lvl 1]
Fall damage is reduced. Still causes damage, but is no longer fatal.
Daniel raises an eyebrow. "Great, I'm sure this will come in handy next time I jump off a tower... I'll only break my legs," he mocks in his head.
He notices the Lvl 1 next to the skill. "How the hell do I level this up?" he wonders, irritated.
He remembers that his rock-throwing skill is also at level 1, but at least with that one, he can guess he just needs to practice. But this? How do you improve something that reduces fall damage? By jumping from high places? By killing enemies? Grimm? People?
His frown deepens. Damn skills and their lack of information, he mutters in his mind.
With a mix of resignation and irritation, he moves on to the next one.
[Skill Acquired: Ikaros Eyes Lvl 1]
Establishes a sensory connection with an allied animal, sharing its perception of the surroundings with you. Use it to mark enemies or locate targets.
Daniel blinks, intrigued, and glances around, looking for Aegis… but he doesn't find him.
"Ahh…" he groans in disappointment, letting his head fall onto the pillow. "It'll have to be tomorrow," he tells himself. There is no force in this world that could make him get out of this bed right now.
He keeps scrolling through his status screen until a new message pops up.
[Item Acquired: Hidden Blade]
A durable glove concealing a sharp blade within. By activating a hidden mechanism, the blade extends rapidly, allowing for a precise and discreet attack. Perfect for stealth eliminations.
Locked Skill: Killing Spree
Locked Skill: Lethal Assassination
Locked Skill: Absolute Silence
[Complete the Hidden Blade requirements to unlock these skills.]
Daniel turns his head, glancing at Weiss, who remains deeply asleep beside him. He wonders if it's a good idea to claim the Hidden Blade right now.
"Mmmm, better not," he decides immediately, realizing that doing this with Weiss sleeping right next to him is an incredibly stupid idea.
Still, he keeps reading.
"Three locked skills," he thinks while checking the requirements.
[Requirements]
Only those willing to prove their true loyalty may walk the assassin's path. The first rite: sever a finger, a symbol of irreversible commitment.
"..."
"Mmmm." Daniel narrows his eyes, processing the information. "Three skills in exchange for a finger… Mmmm, tough decision."
His mind wrestles with the thought for a moment before he lets out a scoff.
"To hell with it," he decides, too exhausted to dwell on it. "I'm not using the gacha right now anyway, and I'm not even gonna ask why Weiss' semblance just says glyphs... That's a problem for tomorrow."
Just as he's about to fall asleep, he remembers something important. He quickly sits up, grabs his scroll, and sends a message to Neo.
Once he's done, he sighs and sets the scroll aside. Then he turns to Weiss, who hasn't even stirred.
He watches her for a moment before shrugging and pulling her gently toward him. He expects that to wake her up—but nothing.
"…Seriously?"
She's definitely more exhausted than he thought.
Taking advantage of the lack of complaints or resistance, Daniel shifts comfortably in bed beside Weiss, closes his eyes, and lets out a long sigh.
"I'll deal with all of that tomorrow," he thinks before finally surrendering to sleep.
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Author's Note: Some fool said this wasn't a smut story anymore. I have never been so deeply insulted, so I wrote this in their honor.
For those wondering, the next chapter will be gacha day and the start of the journey to Atlas. I already have 4 out of the 6 gachas planned, so drop your ideas—the dumbest one will make it in.
The MC will obtain armor in Atlas, either in one form or another. Here are some ideas [Image], but feel free to leave your own.
Did you like it? Hope so. Anyway, see you all next time.
Kisses and hugs.