Not long after, she captured his full attention, revealing herself to him with a bold yet graceful gesture. As she removed the hijab that had concealed her beauty, he was struck by her stunning features. The sight of her, unadorned and radiant, left him breathless. Nervousness stirred within him as she closed the distance between them, but her soft smile reassured him.

  With a gentle touch, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips sending a rush of warmth through his body. She pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with a quiet intensity, and softly whispered, "This is my way of thanking you for saving me."

  Her kiss deepened as their connection grew, each touch sparking a new wave of desire. He let go of his hesitation, allowing the moment to consume him. Together, they undressed, the room filled with the quiet rustle of fabric and the sounds of their breathing. The space between them vanished, and all that remained was the electric tension that pulsed through their bodies.

  As they shared the intimacy of the moment, their passion became a dance of tenderness and urgency. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them, lost in a moment of vulnerability and connection. Each movement, each kiss, was an expression of trust and longing, building a bridge between their hearts.

  He lifted her effortlessly, suspending her horizontally in midair, her body weight supported by ropes. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her legs were spread wide, also tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. With her completely exposed, Joseph positioned himself between her parted legs, his cock duplicating as one shaft plunged deep into her vagina while the other stretched her anus. He thrust into her hard, his grip tightening on her hair as the Muslim girl screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure.

  While she struggled to endure the intensity, another clone of Joseph stood before her. Her focus was blurred, barely able to comprehend him as he loomed over her, his erect cock aimed at her face. Her mouth was forced open by a sex tool, a ring gag with a hole in the center. He drove his dick through it, thrusting deep into her throat, pushing her to the edge of choking. Her face was a portrait of near exhaustion, her breath labored as saliva dripped from her mouth, her eyes half-lidded as if she was on the verge of passing out.

  As he fucked her mouth relentlessly, his hand reached down, roughly pinching her nipple and delivering a sharp slap to her breast. Her breasts bounced wildly from the force of the pounding, only adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Meanwhile, another shrunken clone of Joseph clung tightly to her other breast, barely larger than her firm nipple. Naked, he thrust his tiny cock into her nipple hole, slick with her breast milk. His entire body became drenched in the creamy liquid with every thrust, dipping himself deeper and deeper as if lost in her.

  When they all reached their climax, the Joseph behind her released into her, filling both her vagina and anus with his cum. The one thrusting into her mouth came next, forcing her to swallow some of his release while the rest dripped down her chin. The tiny clone inside her nipple released too, his entire body drenched in her milk before being flushed out by the force of her breast milk, now mixed with his cum, pouring from her nipple.

  After their passionate and intense lovemaking, Joseph and the woman rested in each other’s embrace, wrapped in the warmth of their shared intimacy. As the day passed, Joseph’s desires didn’t end there—he found himself entangled in a forbidden tryst with both a nun and a priestess, indulging in pleasures that defied their sacred vows.

  However, his days were not solely filled with indulgence. At times, he would meditate, recalling the teachings of Lyra and Yoshi on controlling his abilities. Other times, he would train alone or with his team, sometimes for discipline, other times simply for fun.

  One fateful day, Joseph crossed paths with Aiko in the bustling streets. They exchanged pleasantries, their conversation lighthearted, until Joseph abruptly suggested a sparring match. Aiko raised an eyebrow at his challenge, momentarily surprised, but then a confident smile formed on her lips as she agreed.

  With a swift motion, she unsheathed her sword, and Joseph mirrored her stance. The crowd instinctively stepped aside, shopkeepers pausing to watch as they engaged. To Aiko, this was nothing more than a warm-up. Joseph, however, struggled to land a single strike as she skillfully dodged and countered his every move—one hand holding her sword effortlessly while the other rested casually behind her back.

  Occasionally, she playfully tapped his backside with the flat of her blade, causing Joseph to shoot her a grumpy glare. She only responded with a knowing smirk. Laughter rippled through the onlookers as their friendly match continued until, with a single calculated move, Aiko disarmed him, sending his sword flying from his grasp. With a graceful flick of her wrist, she returned it to him.

  “Well fought,” she complimented.

  Joseph exhaled, shaking his head with a half-smile. “I’ll get you next time.”

  Aiko chuckled, bowing slightly in acknowledgment. “I look forward to it.”

  The next day, while Joseph and his team lounged in their quarters, reminiscing about past adventures, a soft knock came at the door. Mai answered, revealing a group of royal warriors.

  “King Naoki and Queen Saki request an audience with Joseph at the palace,” one of them announced before departing.

  Joseph straightened, exchanging glances with his team before preparing himself for the summons.

  Upon arriving at the grand hall, he was met with the presence of the king, queen, and the council members. The air was heavy with whispered discussions, the council debating his past actions. However, what intrigued them most was his remarkable feat in City Planet Utsunomiya—his ability to finally gain control over himself.

  The verdict was in his favor, though not without caution. He was reminded that Katsuragi, Victory Empire—his next destination—was a land governed by ancient mystical laws.

  “You must abide by their rules,” one elder warned. “When you arrive, you will find yourself at the mystical junction of portals. Each leads to different regions of the empire, but they shift constantly, altering their patterns and structure.”

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  Joseph listened intently as the elder leaned forward.

  “Choose wisely. The correct portal will take you directly to the empire. A wrong choice, however, could send you to a dark dimension—or worse, a place you may never return from.”

  He nodded in understanding.

  Before dismissing him, they granted him continued access to the half-broken seal on his forehead, an aid in battle. As Joseph turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and faced the gathering once more.

  “I have one request,” he stated firmly. “I wish to have a rematch with Aiko Kento.”

  Gasps filled the chamber. The royal family exchanged intrigued glances, their expressions a mix of awe and tension—except for Princess Rina, who barely contained her excitement.

  Then, a voice cut through the murmurs.

  “Oh? So you’ve finally grown the courage for a real match.”

  The man stepped forward, his presence commanding, his tone laced with amusement. He studied Joseph before turning to the king and queen.

  “Since he has been meditating and honing his control, I see no reason to deny him.” He bowed slightly. “What say you, Your Majesties?”

  The king and queen exchanged a glance before nodding in agreement.

  “Very well,” the man declared, turning back to Joseph. “It is settled.”

  The palace grounds buzzed with excitement as the largest training field filled with spectators eager to witness the sparring match between Joseph and Aiko. Nobles, warriors, and even common citizens had gathered, their voices merging into a hum of anticipation. The event was broadcast live, transmitting across the neighboring regional planets under the rule of Akakawa, the Red River Kingdom. Large monitors and holographic displays ensured that no one missed a moment of the contest.

  Seated in the grandstands, the audience watched as both combatants stepped onto the field. However, before the match could begin, Princess Ryoko rose from her seat, her piercing gaze fixed on Joseph.

  “I’d like to test him myself first,” she declared.

  Aiko bowed slightly and stepped aside, making way for the princess. Clad in her battle armor, Ryoko strode onto the field, her presence commanding. Joseph met her gaze, unfazed by the unexpected challenge.

  The herald, an official tasked with overseeing the match, raised his voice. “The combatants are free to go all out. The only rule—yield when you are defeated.”

  With a swift motion, he activated a shimmering forcefield around the field, ensuring the spectators remained unharmed. Rieko followed suit, reinforcing the barrier with her aura to prevent debris from breaching its limits.

  Joseph and Ryoko faced each other, their weapons at the ready. They bowed in mutual respect.

  Then, the battle began.

  Ryoko moved first, vanishing from sight in a blur of speed. The next instant, their weapons clashed with a resounding force, sending shockwaves through the ground. Cracks formed beneath their feet as the sheer impact of their strikes rippled through the battlefield.

  The princess pressed the attack relentlessly, keeping Joseph on the defensive. Her precision was impeccable, her technique flawless. Yet, despite her aggressive assault, Joseph parried each strike with practiced ease. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising as the battle intensified. Among them, Princess Rina cheered the loudest for her sister.

  Ryoko’s fighting style was a fusion of raw talent and advanced technology. Her aura intertwined with her weapon, amplifying her attacks. With a sudden shift, she unleashed a devastating blast that sent powerful gusts through the field, momentarily stunning the audience with its sheer force.

  Joseph, unshaken, absorbed the force and countered swiftly. Though Ryoko managed to land a few strikes, drawing blood, the wounds closed almost instantly, his body healing before their eyes.

  Then, the tide turned.

  With calculated precision, Joseph exploited the smallest opening. He moved effortlessly, sweeping her feet out from under her in a single, fluid motion. Ryoko barely had time to react before she found herself on the ground, Joseph’s weapon poised at her throat.

  Silence fell over the field.

  Then, Ryoko smiled. “I yield.”

  Joseph extended a hand, helping her to her feet. They exchanged a respectful nod before bowing to the crowd.

  Ryoko turned to face the gathering. “His victory is well-earned.”

  What the princess—and most of the audience—did not realize was that Joseph had barely exerted himself. He had seen every opening, every flaw in her movements. He could have ended the match at any moment. But out of respect for her status, he prolonged the fight, allowing her to showcase her strength. The only ones who recognized his restraint were his team, Aiko, Rieko, the man in the shadows, and the distant rulers and citizens watching from their respective planets.

  As the realization settled in, those few who knew the truth exchanged knowing glances. The real challenge was yet to come.

  With Princess Ryoko’s match concluded, the field now belonged to Joseph and Aiko. The air was thick with anticipation as they faced each other. Joseph rolled his neck, loosening his muscles, before giving Aiko a knowing smirk.

  "Don't hold back," he reminded her.

  Aiko responded with a nod before unleashing her aura, expanding the battlefield into a fifth-dimensional space. To the ordinary eye, they still stood within the training field, but those with heightened perception—Princess Ryoko, Rieko, Joseph’s team, the King and Queen, and a few elite warriors—saw beyond the illusion. They knew the real battle was about to begin.

  At first, the sparring was light—at least by their standards. Yet, even their initial clashes sent gusts of wind rippling through the arena, forcing spectators to shield their eyes. Sparks flew with each strike of their steel, neither combatant using aura, magic, or tech-based enhancements. The tension was palpable. Every move was precise, calculated, and despite the restraint, the force behind their blows shook the ground beneath them.

  After what felt like an eternity, both warriors retreated a few steps, locking eyes. Aiko could immediately tell the difference between this sparring session and their previous encounters.

  Joseph smirked. "How about we turn up the heat?"

  He shifted his stance, adopting a martial arts pose that closely resembled that of a Saiyan preparing to ascend into a Super Saiyan form. As he mimicked the transformation, his XPT activated, dramatically flaring his aura. The sheer force of it caused the ground to tremble, sending cracks through the battlefield. His vertical forehead markings flickered with an otherworldly glow, destabilizing before breaking into his half-seal state.

  Aiko remained calm, analyzing his transformation. As Joseph took off into the sky, the sun behind him cast his figure into an ominous silhouette. The crowd gasped at the sight—he looked less like a warrior and more like a celestial being descending upon the battlefield.

  Aiko shut her eyes for a brief moment, focusing inward. When she reopened them, a pillar of fire-like aura erupted around her, radiating heat and energy. In a single motion, she released it as a shockwave that further shattered their already-ruined battlefield.

  She ascended into the sky, meeting Joseph head-on.

  The battle escalated with breathtaking intensity. Their attacks shook the very fabric of the fifth-dimensional barrier Aiko had created. The protective field, designed to withstand immense force, struggled to repair itself as rapidly as their strikes tore it apart. Every impact sent massive shockwaves rippling through the realm, as if the battle itself could tear reality asunder.

  From the ground, the sky became a chaotic display of aura blasts, magic, and high-tech energy attacks—a spectacle of unrestrained power. Back and forth, they exchanged blows, neither yielding, neither relenting. And yet, Joseph had barely tapped into his power, keeping his half-seal from breaking any further.

  As their battle raged on, time seemed irrelevant. Then, in a final, decisive moment, they lunged at each other, fists colliding with unimaginable force. The shockwave that followed was colossal, obliterating the last remnants of the fifth-dimensional barrier and sending a powerful gust rippling through the arena.

  And then—silence.

  As the dust settled, Joseph and Aiko stood at the center of the battlefield, both slightly battered, their breathing heavy.

  A draw.

  They exchanged a glance of mutual respect before acknowledging each other’s strength with a nod. The battle was over.