Strongest Incubus Sy Chapter 214: Provocation after provocation

Chapter 214: Provocation after provocation.

Morgana maintained her smile as she took a slow step around him, as if assessing sothing she already knew very well.

"Your shoulders," she comnted, approaching from behind. "They’re stiff."

Before Damon could respond, she placed her hands there, firm and warm. She didn’t squeeze imdiately. First, she just supported them, as if testing his reaction.

Damon felt his body react reflexively.

"Morgana...," he warned, quieter than he intended.

"Shhh," she murmured, leaning slightly forward, too close to his ear. "You said you’d do whatever I wanted, rember?"

She began to press the muscles with slow, calculated movents. It wasn’t a real massage—it was almost. Enough to relieve a little... and provoke a lot.

"You’ve been carrying a lot of tension," she continued, her voice soft. "Too much training, too much danger, too many thoughts."

She slid her fingers a little further in, following the line of his neck to the base of his nape. Damon closed his eyes for a mont, betraying himself.

"This isn’t fair," he said, trying to maintain so control.

Morgana chuckled softly.

"Justice rarely enters into my decisions."

She circled again, stopping now in front of him. She stretched her arms, as if to continue her own stretching, but made sure to stay close enough for him to feel her presence without touching her.

"Look at you," she said, tilting her head. "Always alert. Always on guard. Even now."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Can you switch off for a minute?"

Damon held her gaze.

"I’m not sure I know how to do that anymore."

Sothing in her smile softened.

"Then leave it to ."

She raised one hand and placed it lightly on his chest. She didn’t press. She didn’t push. She just stood there, feeling the accelerated rhythm under her palm.

"See?" she said. "Not everything needs to be force. Sotis... it’s just rhythm."

She pulled her hand away too slowly to be innocent and took a step back.

"That’s enough for today."

Damon blinked, surprised.

"Enough?"

"If I keep going," she replied, with a smile full of promises, "you won’t be able to train properly. And Ester will kill ."

She stepped away, picking up the towel and drying her face as if nothing had happened.

Before leaving the courtyard, however, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Later," she said. "If you survive the day."

Damon stood there for a few seconds, feeling his heart still racing and his mind completely out of sorts.

Definitely... that hadn’t helped him relax.

...

The forest still held the chill of dawn when Damon returned to the training field.

Sunlight filtered through the tall treetops, creating golden streaks on the leaf-covered ground. It was the sa place. The sa sll of damp earth. The sa attentive silence.

But Damon wasn’t in the sa state of mind.

He gripped the wooden spear firmly, his fingers clenched too tightly, his shoulders tense. His posture was correct, his front foot aligned, his weight well distributed... exactly as Ester had taught him.

And yet, his mind was elsewhere.

Or rather—on soone.

Morgana.

The sweat trickling down her skin. The slow smile. The tone of voice too low to be innocent. The way she had approached without actually touching him, but making it clear that she could.

"Damn it...