Chapter 234: Chapter 234 – MVP

I woke up in an unfamiliar room.

Dim lighting. White, pristine ceiling. A faint antiseptic smell mixed with the scent of fresh flowers from a vase in the corner. The bed was soft, the sheets smooth, and the pillows felt like clouds.

’A private room,’ I thought. ’Must be special facilities for tournament participants.’

I moved my body. Every muscle, every joint, every fiber of my flesh felt like it had been ground up and hastily reassembled. An incredible fatigue still clung to my bones.

But… there was no pain.

I raised both hands before my face. Right. Left. All intact. Even my right hand, which I remembered being severed at the wrist, was now back as if nothing had happened.

No scar. No tissue damage. No pain at all.

As if that hand had never been cut off.

I clenched my fingers. Opened them. Clenched again. Normal.

I took a deep breath, feeling my chest expand. The ribs I remembered cracking multiple times now felt whole. The wounds covering my body—all gone.

As if all those fights had been just a nightmare.

But the fatigue in my body was real. That wasn’t a dream.

I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. My mind churned, trying to piece together what happened after I passed out in the arena. Did I win? Did Leonhardt really not get up again? Or was the match stopped because we both passed out?

Curiosity pushed me to get up. I sat up slowly, feeling every slightly fatigued muscle. On the bedside table, there was a small bag. My bag.

I reached for it, unzipped it. My phone was inside. Also some other personal items. And at the bottom of the bag, tucked away, were two things that made me smile faintly: a chain collar and dog ear headband that I’d put on Arianna a while ago.

I took my phone and turned it on. As soon as the screen lit up, notifications flooded in—messages, missed calls, and recommended news articles.

I opened the news app.

The headlines everywhere were the same.

“ADAM SOCHERON, HUMANITY’S NEW HERO! WINS FINAL MATCH AGAINST ALL OF ARCLIGHT SINGLE-HANDEDLY!”

“TEN CONSECUTIVE VICTORIES! AN UNBEATABLE RECORD IN TOURNAMENT HISTORY!”

“THE SWORD SAINT’S SON PROVES HIMSELF! HIS FATHER’S LEGACY LIVES ON IN HIM!”

I read them one by one, a proud smile spreading across my face. Photos of me—fighting, [Mindrender] raised, my fist landing on Leonhardt’s face—were splashed across every article. Comments praised my tenacity, courage, and strength.

And at the bottom, there was the tournament’s official announcement:

MOST VALUABLE PLAYER OF THE ACADEMY TOURNAMENT: ADAM SOCHERON (NINE STARS ACADEMY)

MVP.

But since I was unconscious, I missed the awards ceremony.

No matter, I thought. The important thing is I still get the prize.

And that prize… a date with Ruth Blazinger.

I opened my messages. Dozens of congratulatory messages from various people. But the first one that caught my attention was from Ruth, sent two hours ago.

[Ruth: I never expected to see you fight like that… just for a date with me.]

I smiled. My fingers typed a reply.

[Adam: It was a sacrifice worth making to date a beautiful woman like you. You’ll keep your promise, right?]

Message sent. I continued reading the others.

From Sonya… nothing. Not even a short congratulations.

Looks like she’s still mad, I thought. Sulking because I beat up Maximus.

Whatever. Sonya matters could wait.

The next message was from Delilah. Long, full of emotion.

[Delilah: Darling, Mommy is so proud of you! I watched everything from my phone screen, and I cried when I saw you fall. But you got up again, and again, and again. You truly are Mommy’s wonderful son. I want to come there immediately to check on you, forgive me. Right now I’m on a very important secret mission. But I’ve arranged for someone to take good care of you. Kisses for you.]

I replied briefly.

[Adam: I’m fine, Mom. Come home later in a sexy outfit. I’m looking forward to more gifts from you.]

A mischievous smile curved my lips. I could imagine her reaction reading that message.

Not long after, my phone vibrated. A reply from Ruth.

[Ruth: After seeing you fight like that… yes, I couldn’t possibly back out of my promise. Three days from now. Can you make it?]

I read it and immediately sent a reply.

About ten minutes passed. I was still engrossed in reading news about myself when the room door suddenly opened.

I turned, and there she was.

A woman stood in the doorway. Her long brown hair cascaded beautifully over her shoulders, contrasting with her smooth, almost pale white skin. Her pretty face was now flushed in a different way. Her blue eyes couldn’t focus on any single point.

But that wasn’t what stunned me. She was wearing a one-piece nurse’s dress—pure white with small pink patterns here and there. A dress that should have looked simple and professional, on her body transformed into something entirely different.

The fabric across her chest was stretched taut, nearly bursting, because of her large, full breasts. The top two buttons were forced open, revealing a deep, enticing cleavage and a hint of black lace balconette bra that was either deliberately or accidentally visible. At the waist, the dress followed her curves perfectly—extremely narrow, showing just how slender this woman’s waist was. Then at the hips, the fabric flared out, tightly wrapping her large, round ass.

The short skirt ended mid-thigh, revealing long legs sheathed in thin white stockings. The seam line behind her calves created a very sexy illusion, drawing the eye to follow her perfect leg curves.

On her feet, white high heels added several centimeters to her height, making her posture both elegant and alluring. This woman was none other than Charlotte Haverty, the Sacred Healer.

Now she stood here, in a nurse’s uniform that made her look like every man’s wet dream.

The moment her eyes caught me already awake and staring at her, Charlotte’s entire body trembled. Her already flushed face turned beet red—from her neck up to her cheeks, to her forehead, even to her earlobes.

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine directly. Just quick glances, then hurriedly looked away.

I smiled faintly.

“I didn’t expect you to be the one taking care of me, Auntie.”

My voice was calm, but the tone in it made Charlotte even more restless.

She swallowed hard. Her voice tried to sound firm, but the tremor couldn’t be hidden.

“That’s… that’s because Delilah asked me to. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Oh, really?”

Charlotte bit her lip again. Didn’t answer.

I looked at her with genuine curiosity, or at least, pretended genuine curiosity. “I heard my mother is on an important secret mission. What mission is that?”

Charlotte seemed slightly relieved that my question shifted to a safer topic. Or at least, a topic not directly about us.

“She’s investigating Black Dragon’s death. Didn’t you check the news this morning?”

I nodded in understanding.

My eyes traveled down, slowly scanning her appearance from top to bottom. Large breasts nearly bursting from the dress. Long neck. Slender waist. Wide hips. Large ass shaping the skirt. Beautiful thighs in stockings. Long calves. Delicate ankles in high heels.

I savored every second.

Charlotte grew redder under my gaze.

“Why are you just standing there?” I asked, my tone innocent. “Don’t you want to check on my condition, Doctor?”

The address “Doctor” made Charlotte shiver. She exhaled, trying to calm herself, then slowly approached. Her steps were stiff and hesitant. Once she reached the side of my bed, her eyes accidentally fell to my groin area.

The thin hospital sheet couldn’t hide anything. The large bulge there was very obvious.

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 22 (+8)]

Charlotte’s face flushed deeper. She quickly averted her gaze, staring at the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but at me.

“Y-You seem to be doing fine,” she stammered. “Then I’ll be going.”

She turned, intending to flee.

But my hand had already moved. My fingers gripped her warm, soft wrist.

“Why the hurry, Doctor?” I asked, my tone casual but loaded with meaning. “You haven’t properly examined me yet.”

Charlotte froze, her body rigid.

I pulled her gently, forcing her to turn back toward me. My eyes met her panicked ones.

“Don’t you see that down there, I’m in terrible pain?” I continued, my tone shifting slightly, becoming huskier. “I need your treatment. What kind of doctor are you?”

Charlotte was speechless. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her hand trembled in my grip.

I smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. “By the way, Auntie… my mother told me everything you discussed with her.”

Charlotte’s face changed. The red faded, replaced by pallor.

“Every plan you had to betray me,” I continued, my voice dropping lower. “Every plan to turn things against me. Every attempt to save her from my ’clutches.’”

Charlotte froze.

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 27 (+5)]

“How dare you think such things about me,” I continued, my tone growing darker. “You really need to be punished, don’t you, Auntie?”

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 31 (+4)]

Charlotte trembled violently. Her eyes welled up, but no tears fell. She just stared at me with an expression mixing fear, shame, and… something else. Something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Punishment… what kind of punishment?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… don’t humiliate me like last time.”

She shuddered. The memory of that car—of how I’d treated her, how her body had betrayed her and enjoyed every second—was still fresh in her mind.

I stared at her for a long moment. Then smiled.

“Calm down,” I said, my tone suddenly light. “I just want you to serve me and properly do your duty as my doctor.”

Charlotte blinked, disbelieving. “Just… just that?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Examine me properly. Make sure nothing’s wrong. That’s your job, isn’t it?”

Charlotte hesitated. But slowly, she nodded.

“Al… alright.”

She returned to the side of my bed. This time, she stood closer.

“What… what should I examine?” she asked, her voice still trembling.

I pointed downward. At the bulge beneath the sheet.

“That. It hurts terribly.”

Charlotte swallowed. Her hand trembled as she reached for the edge of the sheet.

Slowly, she pulled the sheet down.

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