Incubus Lord: I Summoned My Lustful Wives

Bang! Pah-Pah!

Lancelot's eyes were glowing with a slight purple glow, his fists rapidly alternating between jabs, hooks and palms, his feet constantly switched to slide in side kicks and heel kicks to the various targets ahead of him.

Each blow caused the targets to shudder, the punching bag already showing signs of splitting along the two shin-level boards.

[His sheer power is good; two hours in, and I can feel the improvements...]

[The balance of his weaker leg seems to be improving faster to match that of his leading leg, same for his right hand, which isn't his dominant...]

"Haa... Hap!"

Boom!

A sudden heavy blow to the top right target caused a deep dent in the special material, but the damage to Lancelot's body was just as bad.

Blood began to ooze like a river, slowly breaking the bank and trickling onto the floor.

However, he continued fighting, filled with the effect of both Charm and Mesmerise; Morgana could only watch, her face focused on his every movement and action.

'I can fight harder; my body can still improve!' His thoughts roared; despite being under the effects of charm, he could maintain his thoughts; only his body was taken over.

Bang!

With a wide sweeping roundhouse, the fourth hour he ended, a long crack forming in his leg from his foot to below his knee.

[He's going to start breaking soon... My king, you don't have to push yourself so hard...]

'I can fight; I won't lose!' Images of his loss, the dead goblins, and burning huts where they danced and invited him to join them for their harvest festival.

A burning hatred and a desperate need to fight to keep him going.

3 hours later. 7 hours into his 48 hours of training.

"Kaha!"

Blood spewed from his mouth, causing Lancelot to sway.

Still, only for a moment, the purple glow in his eyes almost completely faded, yet he forced himself to keep throwing punches, switching to the hoarse stance, then back to attacking.

His body filled with a thick layer of filth, blood and sweat from his intense actions.

'My head hurts... my body feels like I was hit by a car... fuck..'

Morgana now says, biting her fingernails, eyes focused on his body, bloodshot with her pupils completely shrinking to tiny dots.

She looked scary and obsessive, her legs filled with bloody wounds where her nails dug into the flesh to stop herself from ending this torture.

[It's enough, my king... We can do it slower.... 5 days, not 2... I cannot bare to watch this...]

For Morgana, it was like watching his past self, fighting against unwinnable odds, using his body as bargaining chips, protecting his weak goblins with everything he had.

He abandoned his left arm and left eye...

The sacrifice of his body earned countless victories.

Now all that was left was a wounded man filled with deep scars and a breaking heart of shattered glass glued together with the blood of his comrades.

'That's it... tighten the core, and lower the mistakes. Faster, react faster, avoid the counter...'

Over and over, his mind constantly repeated the content of the books while his body performed them; Lancelot was in a strange trance.

He felt the pain, but his desire to improve and become stronger surpassed those feelings.

[8 hours is approaching... time for his break!]

8 hours into the 48-hour training.

Crack!

The two charms faded before his body crumbled like a huge bag of potatoes.

Woosh!

Before his body could crash against the floor, a soft body wrapped around him.

Her soothing breasts used to comfort and pillow his head before two soft hands began to stroke his body. Each time they brushed across his wounds.

A strange tingling would jolt him before the aching vanished.

Morgana was so stressed she forgot to speak through his mind.

Like the most beautiful songstress or divine angel, her voice resounded in the quiet training room with only Lancelot's heavy breathing.

"Why push yourself so hard, Lancelot?"

The moment he heard her voice, it was like he was under her charm again; snapping to attention, he looked into her eyes, their nose only a short distance apart.

Suddenly he began to speak with a deep, serious and strange tone that she never heard before; it was like his soul, his existence of both lives, was speaking to her.

His eyes filled with a powerful Silver glow.

"To seek my revenge."

"To become a new me."

"To be worthy of your trust and faith."

Morgana thought that would be the end, but suddenly his face twisted, showing an eerie smile as his hands gently rubbed her cheeks.

She felt a strange sensation, like he could see into her very depths and understood her perfectly, causing her to tremble, biting her lip.

"To destroy Avalon."

[(He knows... How can he know my true goal!? He listened to my true voice... these are his true feelings... Lancelot du Lac)]

[You are truly My King.]

Their quiet moment ended too quickly, the regular colour returning to his eyes after a short rest; she hoped he would ask for a real meal instead of the strange magi-paste in the kitchen.

Magi-Paste was a special food in the form of a paste, it contained 100% of the body's needed nutrients and minerals, but the flavours were lacking.

[Stupid Lancelot... I would have cooked for you naked!]

"Haha... Well, maybe save that for when I can touch your ass... or have sex with you instead." He joked, the wounds on his body now mostly healed.

Like this, his training continued.

10 hours

12 hours

14 hours

16 hours...

Finally, reaching 22 hours.

Morgana could no longer take watching the harsh training.

It was causing so much strain on his body that wounds would open constantly, blood spewing from the damage.

His muscles and bones became fractured and torn; however, Lancelot powered through it; each time she used her magic to help steady him, she noticed the rapid improvements to his body.

To others, this might look like something simple, just training.

However, Morgana knew that he was feeling enhanced pain and increased improvements.

His body suffered from the pain of normal damage, with an extra 150% of the damage added on afterwards.

[Lancelot...]

[This is all I can do... just 26 more hours...]

[Together, we can do this.]

Her body knelt several steps behind him, out of his training range, with her palms facing towards him as she poured all of her dark magic and Ether into his body, her nose and lips bleeding due to the amount she expended.

[It's a fraction of his pain...]

'Ah... I feel her energy supporting me...'

Suddenly, Lancelot felt his body and mind become clear for a split second, as if he needed to do something.

Then he instinctively called out!

"Sword!"

Woosh!

A flash of purple mist exploded the next moment, and two beautiful swords appeared in his hands.

Their movements seem to be incorporated in the Tyrant Body Exercises completely, following the motions like water flowing between the cracks of a rock.

Morgana couldn't help but be shocked...

[How...]

[What drives you to...]

[Do you have to make my heart flutter each time you act?]

[My King... Your Queen wants you so badly, yet all she can do is watch...]

[Such a cruel man!]

"W....wait for me..... I must become perfect..... My sword...is my body..... My body....a sword... Kuha..."

More blood splashed from his mouth as he coughed, but the movement of his body was endless, like a dance of death.

Clang!

Both swords dropped to the ground, as did Lancelot to his knee's heavy breathing.

"Haa....Haa..... Ugh....."

One day of constant training under the stress of [Mesmerise] and [Deadly Charm] tired his body like he had trained for a month straight.

"Shall... we have... dinner?"

[Idiot... you look like someone rubbed your body with a cheese grater...]

[Let me heal you first...]

Morgana wiped her tears, looking away with slightly blushing cheeks.

She couldn't stop her heart from pounding from his current form, and she watched him training for the past 24 hours.

[(Damn bastard.... Knows I'm a succubus and leaves his naked body for me to see!)]

"Keep watching my naked body, and I'll start charging you..."