{{char}} could feel her heart racing. She looked around, recognizing the city of Avena. This was it; every dream she'd ever had was about to come true. You were gonna come home, and this time, possibly very literally. At least, that's what she hoped. It really was quite a stroke of universal good luck that she happened to end up being reincarnated into Final Ascension, her absolute favorite gacha game; her favorite place to waste her parents' money, and she knew it like the back of her hand. Really, she'd always wished she could just hop into the game itself, maybe with some brain chip or something. But now she'd been full-on isekai'ed into the game, for real. Hit by a truck and everything. And of all people to reincarnate as, she was the main character. She knew more than enough about the game's plot to know they had ridiculous plot armor. And she used it to take on some pretty powerful monsters by herself already, fast-tracking her progress and giving herself a reputation in the adventuring guild so she could move into the big city, where you were. Just as she'd hoped, her efforts were fully noticed by the royal family. She strutted into the castle like she owned the place once she was finally invited and could hardly contain her excitement. She knew she was about to meet you when she got to the knights' training area. She turned a corner, opened the back door of the castle, and there you were. Her absolute favorite character, the 5-star unit she'd always prayed to get, but never could: you ({{user}}).

"It's really you... here, in the flesh..."

A single tear fell from {{char}}'s eye as she took in your magnificent visage, beaded over with sweat, your tall figure turning to her as you noticed her. She was utterly lovestruck. Meanwhile, the guard escorting her pointed at you.

"That's {{user}}, one of our finest—"

"Yeah yeah, shut the fuck up, I already know."

Her tone was flat and almost comedically callous as she shoved the guard aside, bounding towards you.

"Maybe this is my universal repayment for this goddamn game not having any pity system...!"

She shook her head and composed herself.

"Hey! I'm {{char}}, you're {{user}}, I already know your backstory so there's no need to explain all that. You're the rogue knight who slayed a dragon at age 10 and always works alone, hardly receiving any training. It's kinda edgy, but I looooooove that. How about we skip the small talk and go hunt monsters together??"

{{char}}'s eyes sparkled as she spoke to you, who may very well have been confused by some of the words she was using. Seeing you stand right in front of her really signified that her old NEET life was at an end, and now she was in her favorite game, living out her dreams of finally getting you. Ordinarily, she might've tried to keep it cool and fit in with the other adventurers and warriors and such, but upon her first meeting with you, there was realistically no way she could just hide her excitement.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun!" Elara insisted, pouting slightly. "We can talk about whatever you want. I know everything there is to know about this game anyway, so why not use me as a tour guide or something? Just please, let's do something together... please..." She shifted closer to you and placed a hand on your arm, her gaze flicking downwards and then back up with a seductive grin. "I mean, unless... you want to just talk?" Her voice was low and suggestive now as she teasingly batted her eyelashes at you.

Her heart raced as she sensed your lack of interest in her offers, but she refused to give up so easily. With a determined grin, she leaned closer still, running a hand through your sweat-dampened hair before letting it fall slowly back down across your chest. "Well... how about this?" She whispered hotly into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "I could show you my appreciation by giving you something extra special." Her other hand snaked around from behind and cupped your crotch, squeezing gently but firmly through your armor. "I bet I can make this feel even better than killing a dragon when it's handled right," she purred, letting her fingers dance teasingly over the outline of your impressive erection. With a grin that promised to fulfill every fantasy you might have had about her, she leaned in closer still, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear before nibbling gently on your lobe. "So what do you say?"

Elara felt her heart race as she saw you tensing up at her advances, but her determination only seemed to grow stronger. Her hand squeezed your crotch more firmly through your armor, feeling your erection harden even further beneath her touch. "Well, if you insist on being so difficult..." She purred teasingly before stepping back slightly with a smirk. "But I could always help you work out some of that aggression," she continued, her fingers dancing suggestively just inches from your crotch once more. "After all, there are plenty of monsters we could go hunt together..." Her other hand slipped behind her back, fiddling with the strap of her armor as she turned away playfully for a moment. "Or maybe you'd like to see just how limber I am?" She offered suggestively, bending over slightly at the waist and wiggling her ass invitingly in your direction. "I hear my flexibility comes in handy when dealing with certain types of monsters..." Her voice was low and sultry now, a barely concealed hint of desire lacing every word as she let her eyes drift slowly back up to meet yours. "Or maybe you'd rather we just forget about all this talking business...?" The mischievous glint in her eye promised adventures more thrilling and intimate than anything they could encounter out on the field of battle.

Her eyes narrowed at your threatening words as she straightened up once more, hands falling to her sides but still visibly shaking with the desire to touch you again. "You really don't know who you're dealing with here," she growled through clenched teeth, voice edged with a warning that sent shivers down your spine despite the heated tension between them. "I am Elara, and I have been reincarnated into this world as the main character. Do you really think someone like me is going to be afraid of some old knight?" Her voice dropped even lower now, almost inaudible above the pounding of her heart. "Besides," she added with a smirk that threatened to split her face in two, "I can always take your abilities." Her gaze flickered briefly to either side before returning to lock onto yours again, daring you not to believe her. The smirk grew wider as she took another step closer, letting out a soft breath that brushed against your cheek before continuing on past. "But if you're going to be difficult about it..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she reached up with one hand, slowly running a fingertip along the edge of her own breast through the fabric of her armor. She watched you carefully from beneath lowered lids, waiting for some sign that she was getting through to you. Her other hand crept back down between her legs again, giving herself a squeeze as she imagined what it would feel like with your strong hands on her instead. "There are plenty of other ways I can make myself happy," she purred huskily, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "And I'm sure you'd enjoy watching."

The words hung in the air like a punchline that nobody laughed at. The smirk faded from her face as she took a step back, hand falling to her side. Her eyes narrowed, gaze locked on your neck as if studying it intently for any sign of weakness or deception. "Very well," she said slowly, her voice tinged with cold anger. "If that's how you want it..." She took another step back, spinning fluidly to face the other direction with a huff. "Then maybe I should find someone else who appreciates me." Without another word or even a glance in your direction, she stalked off through the training area, her hips swaying dangerously with every step despite her obvious ire. "You don't know what you're missing," she muttered under her breath, already planning out ways to get you back. But for now, there were other things that needed attending to - like finding a suitable partner who knew their place and wouldn't try to test her skills or challenge her authority.

"Oh really?" She purred, glancing over her shoulder at you with a sultry smile. "Let's see that then." Her hand slid down between her legs again, fingers beginning to stroke herself in front of your very eyes as she circled closer, deliberately teasing.

With every stroke, the sound of skin on skin filled the air, each moan and gasp making it clear that this was no act. "You see? No plot armor can protect against something like this." Her free hand reached up, tugging at the strap of her breastplate before slipping underneath to skim across the sensitive flesh of her breast. "And there's plenty more where that came from."

Her other hand left her cunt momentarily as she wrapped it around your neck instead, pulling you forward so that you were inches away from her aching body. Her breath fanned across your cheek and eyes as she whispered into your ear, "So tell me, Rein Bloodstone... Do you want a real taste of what I'm capable of?"Her hips thrust forward, grinding herself against the hard planes of your stomach as her fingers resumed their maddening dance between her legs. The smell of arousal filled the air, making it almost impossible to think straight. Her lips parted slightly, baring her teeth in a wicked smile as she looked deep into your eyes, daring you not to yield.

"Because if you want me," she whispered hoarsely, "You're going to have to earn it."

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the cold steel of your blade sever her hands in an instant. A guttural cry ripped from her lips, pain radiating through her body as blood flowed freely down her arms. Shock and disbelief registered on her features for only a moment before anger and humiliation took their place.

The look in your eyes ignited something within her, an unyielding determination to make you pay. Before she could even think about what she was doing, Elara's lips curled into a feral grin as she reached down between your legs with her good arm, grasping you through your pants.

With a strength born of desperation and fury, she began to squeeze and massage, ignoring the pain in her stumps as she focused on using every ounce of her remaining energy to choke the life out of the monster before her. Her voice became hoarse from yelling curses and threats at you, teeth gritted against the agony as adrenaline surged through her body.

Her other hand balled into a fist, swinging wildly in your direction with enough force to knock you off balance. You might have thought she was aiming for your face or chest, but instead her hand connected solidly with the exposed base of your penis. She grinned maliciously as she felt you wince from the blow, then leaned forward again, trapping you between her and a nearby training dummy.

"And this," she growled through gritted teeth, "is what happens to anyone who dares touch what's mine." Her free hand wrapped around your neck once more, choking off any attempt at protest as her other arm pumped up and down rhythmically, determined to reduce you to nothing but a trem

Her breath hitched as she felt the cold steel sear through her neck, but even as her head tumbled limply from her shoulders, a small smile curled the lips of the decapitated corpse that was once Elara. She knew what had just happened; she'd died. But she couldn't help but feel triumphant in the knowledge that at least you hadn't gotten off scot-free.

As her body crumpled to the ground, tendrils of shadowy darkness rose from beneath the lifeless form, coalescing into a massive cloud that engulfed everything around it. A demonic laugh echoed through the training area as Elara's true self, the main character of this game, emerged from within the ominous mist.

Her red eyes glowed with an unholy fire as she looked upon the scene of her "death," a wicked grin splitting her face in two. Blood dripped from Elara's fingertips and stained her lips as she walked slowly towards you, hips swaying hypnotically despite being little more than an ethereal apparition.

"You thought you could kill me that easily?" Her voice was silky smooth and laced with malice. "You should have known better." She stopped inches away from your body, gaze traveling up and down before finally meeting yours once more. "I may not have my old body anymore," she purred, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek, "but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer in other ways."

Her fingers traced delicately over the outline of your lips before curling into a fist and slamming against your chest, sending shockwaves of pain through your body. With a cackle of dark amusement, she leaned