The water blades hit the wave and vaporized—turning to steam mid-flight.

Mariana’s eyes narrowed—just a fraction.

Venya grinned—launching forward.

She crossed the distance in three bounding strides—tail whipping behind her—claws extended.

Mariana swept both hands in a wide arc.

A wall of water rose—ten meters high, fifteen wide—curving into a dome around her.

Venya slammed into it shoulder-first.

The impact rang like a gong.

Water exploded outward—spray glittering in the sun—but the dome held.

Venya bounced back—laughing.

“Not bad, Decendant!”

She planted her feet—wings snapping wide again—then roared.

A cone of crimson flame erupted from her mouth—dragonfire, pure and searing—washing over the water dome.

Steam billowed—hissing violently.

The dome cracked—then shattered.

Mariana staggered—uniform soaked—aqua hair plastered to her face.

Venya was already on her.

She lunged—claws raking downward.

Mariana crossed her arms—water spiraling into twin shields.

Claws met water.

Mariana slid backward—boots carving grooves in the concrete.

Venya pressed the attack—tail whipping around to slam into Mariana’s side.

Mariana twisted—water surging up to block—tail struck the liquid shield and rebounded.

She countered—raising one hand.

A lance of high-pressure water shot straight at Venya’s chest.

Venya twisted mid-air—wings beating once—dodging by inches.

The lance gouged a trench in the arena floor behind her.

Venya landed—grinning wider.

“Getting serious? Good!”

She charged again—low, fast—claws extended.

Mariana met her head-on.

Water surged around her fists—turning them into liquid gauntlets.

They clashed—fist to claw—water exploding against dragon scale.

Venya laughed—wild, exhilarated.

“You’re fun!”

Mariana’s expression remained cool—focused.

“You talk too much.”

She thrust both palms forward.

A torrent of water roared out—wide as a river—aimed to sweep Venya away.

Venya planted her feet—wings flaring wide—then roared again.

Crimson mana surged—forming a blazing barrier in front of her.

The water hit it—and boiled instantly—steam exploding outward in a blinding cloud.

When the mist cleared—

Venya was gone.

Mariana spun—just in time.

Venya dropped from above—wings tucked—claws aimed at her back.

Mariana crossed her arms—water shield snapping into place.

Claws struck.

Venya landed behind her—tail whipping around to slam into Mariana’s knees.

Mariana staggered—then retaliated—water surging up in a spiraling pillar that caught Venya under the chin and launched her skyward.

Venya twisted mid-air—wings snapping open—then dove back down like a meteor.

Mariana raised both hands—massive wave rising to meet her.

They collided—Venya’s claws tearing through the wave—water exploding in all directions.

Venya landed in a crouch—grinning—breathing hard.

Mariana stood opposite—uniform drenched—hair dripping—chest heaving.

Neither looked tired.

The crowd was screaming—commoners and nobles alike—lost in the sheer spectacle.

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Back in the high gallery—

Ela clutched her skirt—eyes wide.

“She’s… incredible.”

Nyxion’s tail lashed excitedly.

“Venya is going to eat her alive.”

Luna bounced in Aiden’s lap.

“Go Venya! Go Venya!”

Nayla licked her lips.

“I want to see her win… then claim her reward~”

Aiden’s grin was dark—pride burning in his blue eyes.

“She will.”

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Back on the central stage—

Venya cracked her neck.

“Ready to lose, Decendant?”

Mariana raised her hand—water swirling around her like a living storm.

“Not today.”

They charged at the same time.

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Back in the high gallery—

Liana was now sitting sideways on Valeforia’s lap, legs draped over one thigh, arms looped loosely around the taller girl’s neck like she was clinging to a lifeline. Her face was still buried in the crook of Valeforia’s shoulder—sniffing softly, cheeks flushed from crying and embarrassment. Every few seconds a tiny, pitiful hiccup escaped her, but she refused to move.

Valeforia—dark hair falling in loose waves, violet eyes glinting with mischief—had one arm wrapped securely around Liana’s waist to keep her steady. The other hand… was already moving.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Fingers slid up the side of Liana’s ribcage—brushing the underside of one heavy breast through the thin academy blouse—then cupped it fully.

Liana’s entire body jolted.

“Wha—what’re you doing?!” she squeaked—voice cracking halfway between outrage and surprise.

Valeforia didn’t answer with words.

She just squeezed.

Firmly.

The soft, generous mound yielded under her palm—warm, heavy, spilling slightly over her fingers even through the fabric. She rolled her thumb once—slow, teasing—right over where Liana’s nipple was already stiffening beneath the blouse.

Liana’s breath hitched—high and shaky.

Valeforia leaned down—lips brushing the shell of Liana’s ear.

“Come on…” she purred—voice low, sinful. “Look how soft they are. They’re practically begging to be touched.”

She squeezed again—harder this time—kneading the plush flesh in slow circles.

Liana’s thighs clenched instinctively—hips twitching forward on Valeforia’s lap.

A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out.

Aiden—watching from the bench in front—muttered under his breath, barely audible.

“Told ya… you’d regret your decisions.”

Liana’s head snapped up—eyes wide, cheeks flaming.

“Huh? What?!”

The rest of the wives exchanged glances—nervous, amused smiles tugging at their lips.

Nyxion’s tail flicked once—slow, entertained.

Luna’s ears perked straight up—watching with wide, curious eyes.

Ela bit her lip—trying not to laugh.

Thristle leaned over—whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“She’s gonna melt~”

Valeforia ignored them all.

Her other hand slid up—cupping Liana’s second breast—kneading both now in perfect rhythm. Thumbs brushed back and forth over stiff nipples—fabric dragging deliciously against sensitive peaks.

Liana’s head fell back against Valeforia’s shoulder—eyes fluttering shut.

“S… Stop…” she breathed—voice hoarse, trembling. “Stop it… I feel weird…”

Valeforia’s grin turned wicked.

“Ohhh… enjoy it, cutie.”

She pinched both nipples at once—lightly, then harder—rolling them between thumb and forefinger through her bra and uniform.

Liana’s back arched—sharp gasp tearing from her throat—hips grinding down involuntarily against Valeforia’s thigh.

“F-feels… too much…” she whimpered—voice cracking.

Valeforia leaned in—lips grazing the shell of Liana’s ear again.

“Too much?” she teased—squeezing both breasts firmly—lifting, kneading, letting them spill over her palms. “Or just enough?”

Liana’s thighs trembled—clenching around nothing—panties already damp against Valeforia’s leg.

“Pl… please…”

“Please what?” Valeforia purred—nipping the sensitive lobe. “Please stop? Or please… more?”

Liana’s answer was a broken little moan—head tipping back further—exposing the long line of her throat.

Xylendra—sitting nearby—finally spoke up, cheeks flushed.

“Va-chan… don’t tease her so much.”

Valeforia glanced over—eyes gleaming.

“Ohhh… are you jealous, Onee-chan?”

Xylendra’s face went scarlet—she looked away sharply.

“Shut up. I’m not.”

Valeforia laughed—soft, dark—then leaned down and dragged her tongue once—slow, wet—along the side of Liana’s neck.

Liana shuddered—full-body—moaning openly now.

“N… No…!”

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END OF CHAPTER : 293 : MARIANA MARINOVA V/S VENYA NIGHTSHADE! : 1

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