The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 113: Roselyn Wants to Teach Benjamin a Lesson… on Her Bed

Chapter 113: Roselyn Wants to Teach Benjamin a Lesson... on Her Bed

Benjamin closed his eyes, then opened them, processing the gap.

He felt a flicker of relief mixed with guilt, because he didn’t want to bully anyone, but he also didn’t want to hold back so much that it insulted Roselyn’s pride as a warrior. She seemed so confident she’d win... which he found cute as well.

"Hey, Benjamin, can we make this more interesting?" Roselyn asked him, interrupting his thoughts, while bouncing once on her toes, as her braid swung.

"Hm? More interesting? I mean, sure." He nodded.

"See? He agreed!" She turned to Isabelle, her golden eyes bright. "So anything goes, right?"

Isabelle nodded, still holding her calm like a professional secretary; with her hands clasped loosely in front of her waist, her posture straight but relaxed, and her wings folded neatly behind her back.

"Let’s introduce a catch," Roselyn said brightly. "If you win, you can do anything to the fairies currently in the training area."

As Roselyn said that, all the fairies on the giant mushroom platform—and Benjamin himself—paled and began to murmur.

The soft rustle of wings stilled. And a few fairies exchanged wide-eyed glances; others instinctively edged toward the swaying vine bridges that connected the open-air cap to the enormous surrounding trees, only to freeze when Roselyn’s golden eyes swept over them.

"If any of you leave, I’m killing you!" Roselyn announced cheerfully, pointing at Claire and Clay who had started sneaking off toward the nearest vine bridge. The twins halted mid-step, their violet eyes dilating as they turned back slowly.

"But if I win..." Roselyn continued, turning her gaze back to Benjamin with a slow, nigh-wicked smile, "...I can do whatever I want to you."

Benjamin wiped off a drop of sweat from his temple, the bead rolling down his cheek before he caught it with his sleeve.

He didn’t want to be belittled here, he didn’t want to look weak and cowardly in front of all these watching eyes, so he swallowed hard and agreed.

"Just so you know," Roselyn muttered as she moved away from Benjamin for the match, stepping backward with deliberate grace until she reached her position twenty feet away across the mossy cap, "when I win, I’m so ordering you to cum inside my pussy."

"Right, righ—Eh?" Benjamin turned his neck to the beet-red Isabelle not too far from him.

Her cheeks had flushed a deep rose, as she avoided his eyes, staring leftward at the glowing moss somewhere at the side.

"What did she mean by that?" Benjamin silently asked.

Isabelle’s eyes went wide, seeing as Benjamin wanted her to say something obscene out loud.

Then she bowed her head shyly, her fingers tightening on the edge of her short skirt. "Uhm. You see, as in cum, she meant your sperm—"

"No, no, I know what cum means," Benjamin interrupted her quickly, his voice pitching higher than intended. "I’m asking about what she MEANT."

"Oh? She will order you both to have sex, if she wins," Isabelle explained softly, barely above a whisper, as her wings gave a tiny, nervous flutter.

Benjamin stared at her for a long second, then turned back to Roselyn.

[Nah, I’ll win. Then I’ll teach her that consent was everything in sexual activities!]

The dark-skinned fairy stood at one end of the open ring on the mushroom cap, twenty feet away from him.

The platform was wide and exposed, the vast hollow of the tree realm stretching endlessly above and around them, with the magical sun orb high overhead casting a warm amber glow.

Swaying vine bridges connected the top’s edges to the colossal trunks of the surrounding trees, their leaves rustling faintly in the fairy-dust-laden breeze.

Roselyn took her stance; with her feet shoulder-width apart, her knees slightly bent, and her fists raised in front of her chest like a boxer ready to strike.

Her braid hung down her back, the tip brushing the small of her waist. The tight crop top rose and fell with her steady breathing; the black shorts clung to her thighs as she shifted her weight.

Benjamin sighed again, then bent and took his stance; flexed his knees, his arms raised in a loose guard, then planting his feet firmly on the spongy mushroom surface.

He knew he was definitely going to win—the gap in raw strength was too absurd—but he was hoping not to hurt her.

[I will pull my punches, and instead aim to disarm or pin her, rather than strike full forc—ngh!!] Before he could finish the thought—

START!

BAM!

After a fairy signaled the start with a clear and sharp voice, it seemed as though Roselyn disappeared.

One instant she was there, golden eyes locked on his; but the next she was gone in a blur of motion too fast for his senses to track.

When she appeared—no, she didn’t appear—Benjamin just felt as though a boulder had slammed into his crossed arms.

The impact was brutal.

Force exploded against his forearms like a hammer striking steel. And if not for the sudden surge of instinct that made him sense a large amount of magic flaring up somewhere in his core and blocking at the last second, it would have hit his chest dead-on. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Even with the instinctive shield, the shockwave drove him backward. His boots dragged against the mushroom platform, carving twin furrows in the glowing moss over fifteen feet before he managed to plant his heels and stop.

Smoke rose from his forearms in thin wisps, curling up where the impact had scorched the sleeves of his shirt.

His arms throbbed, and his muscles screamed from the sheer kinetic transfer.

He looked up to see Roselyn standing exactly where she had struck, her fist still outstretched, with smoke rising from her entire right arm in languid spirals.

The skin along her forearm and knuckles looked somewhat scorched, but she didn’t wince at it.

She flexed her fingers once more, then twisted her wrist in a slow circle, stretching the joint as though warming up for round two.

[Sys... What did you say Roselyn’s Strength value was again?]

{Understood: it was 60, far lesser than a human child, in fact.}

[Now you’re just mocking me! How is she able to almost shatter my arm?! Even our superwoman, Sara, said my strength is unreal!]

Benjamin had felt the hit inside his brain; a dull, ringing ache that made his vision waver for a heartbeat.

He even had to actually look down at his arms to make sure they were still attached. The skin was red, his veins standing out, but nothing broken. Just... pain. And a lot of it.

"Oh?! As expected of a god-touched!" Roselyn chirped, her feminine deep voice booming across the suddenly silent platform. "Your cock would naturally be expensive."

She twisted and stretched her arm again, rolling her shoulder with casual ease. "Let’s see how well you’ll do against a ’weak fairy.’ I’ll teach you not to judge a book by its cover..." Her smile deepened, with her golden eyes narrowing with predatory delight. "Both here and on my bed... Benjamin Mark..."