[Master, your initial perception of the ranks of techniques while writing the novel is far different from when it’s actualized in a real-world setting. Some origin techniques might become overpowered or weakened depending on their actual use in the real world.]

As Logan walked, he pondered the system’s words, his mind spinning in confusion.

If this was so, then a lot of things had to be rethought.

There were origin techniques that had overpowered effects that seemed negligible while he was writing the novel.

’It’ll be best to retrieve them,’ Logan thought internally.

His pace increased as he left the room.

Before long, he was outside the fight arena.

Logan exhaled a sigh of relief and pondered his next course of action.

Aside from training, it would be best to fight more and consolidate his strength in the underground dungeon in the coming days before the entrance examination.

With that in mind, he quickened his pace toward his house.

In no time, he reached his house.

After glancing around to ensure no one was following him, he entered.

Furrowing his brows slightly, Logan felt that something was wrong, but he could not place a finger on it.

Suddenly, a light voice drifted through the air.

"You seem to have had a nice time at the underground fight arena..."

Logan glanced in the direction the voice came from and saw Daenerys emerging from the kitchen with a glass in her hand.

She strolled casually, but it was not her presence that caught his full attention.

It was what she wore.

Dressed in a light black lace babydoll that was slightly transparent, she moved with pure seduction.

The delicate fabric hugged her mature, voluptuous body perfectly.

It clung tightly to her heavy, full breasts, the outline of her stiff nipples clearly visible.

The lace accentuated her narrow waist before flaring over wide, generous hips and stopping high on her soft, thick thighs.

Her skin was smooth and creamy, glowing warmly under the apartment lights.

Long dark hair framed a stunning face with full lips and hungry eyes.

"You’ve never seen a woman up close before?" Daenerys said with a melodious laugh as she continued walking until she stood right in front of Logan.

She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against his lips.

He could smell the alcohol mixed with her sweet feminine scent.

Logan’s heart rate increased.

This was exactly the problem.

In the novel he had written, the woman was extremely crazy, but he did not know just how extreme that truly was.

He calmed his emotions and asked cautiously, "What are you doing here?"

"Logan..." Daenerys raised a slender finger and tapped his chest, then slowly traced it downward as she continued. "That is not a way to speak to a lady. Come with me..."

She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

The warm light caught her body as she moved.

Her plump, round ass wriggled softly with every step, barely covered by the sheer lace.

The sight made Logan’s mouth go dry.

"You seem to be thinking a little too much, Logan..." Daenerys whispered.

Her breath brushed hotly against his neck.

His eyes widened as he realized how close they were.

She pressed him firmly against the wall, her soft, heavy breasts crushing against his chest.

Her full pink lips hovered barely an inch from his.

Daenerys leaned in as though she wanted to kiss him, then paused teasingly.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she breathed, low and hungry. "A helpless woman is here in your apartment, almost naked... How are you still able to control yourself?"

She moved her hand down and boldly rubbed the front of his pants.

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face.

"You’re not even hard, Logan... You make me feel so disappointed in myself." Her voice turned husky. "Am I too old for you?"

Logan kept his mouth shut, his willpower straining at the edges.

The heat of her body, the scent of her arousal, and the softness of her breasts pressing into him were driving him insane.

Daenerys refused to accept his lack of reaction.

She leaned even closer and brushed her full lips against his.

When he remained unmoving, she pressed deeper, kissing him properly.

Her tongue teased his lips, letting him taste the wine on her.

Still, she felt only slight hardness.

"How interesting..." Daenerys pulled back slightly, her voice now dripping with sultry challenge. "Maybe it is because you have not seen me completely that you are able to resist my advances."

She stepped back, eyes locked on his, and began stripping slowly.

She gently tugged at the fabric, slipping the thin straps off her shoulders.

The lace slid down, revealing deep, creamy cleavage and the upper curves of her heavy breasts.

She continued peeling the nightgown from her sexy frame, moving her body sensually as she did so.

The fabric whispered lower until her full, round breasts spilled completely free.

They were magnificent, soft and heavy, with large sensitive nipples already tight with arousal.

The cool air made them bounce gently.

Daenerys turned slightly, giving him a view of her side profile as the gown continued to fall.

Her waist curved dramatically into wide hips and a thick, juicy ass that jiggled with the smallest movement.

Finally, the nightgown dropped to the floor.

Logan felt blood rush violently to his cock despite his resistance.

His shaft grew rock hard, straining painfully against his pants.

"Daenerys... stop," Logan said, trying to regain some control. "What do you think you are doing?"

Daenerys laughed, low and throaty. "Of course I am seducing you. How do you not realize that?"

Logan was shocked by how direct she was.

He was only beginning to realize how truly crazy Daenerys was.

"I am not interested," he managed. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Daenerys gave him a playful wink. "Once I am done with you, you will not be saying the same thing."

With that, she hooked her fingers into her tiny thong and slid it down her legs.

She stepped out of it gracefully, now completely naked before him.

Her body was exquisite.

Heavy breasts, a soft curved stomach, wide hips, and thick thighs framed a smooth, glistening pussy that was visibly wet and swollen with need.

Her ass looked even better fully revealed, round, plump, and perfect.

It could even rival that of Evelyn.

After she was fully naked, Daenerys began walking seductively towards Logan.

Logan was forced to glance down at her soft, jiggling tits that pressed against each other loosely as she walked.

He wanted to run away, but he didn’t know what this crazy woman would do next.

Perhaps she would ask Drogon to incinerate him to ashes.

The thought chilled Logan to his bones.

He stayed as she finally pressed down against him, her soft nipples pressing against his chest.

Was he really going to awaken the SSS-rank Summoning origin path this easily?

Logan shifted uncomfortably, but Daenerys didn’t mind; instead, she hooked her finger under his shirt and began to take it off.

"I shouldn’t be the only one naked..." she murmured against Logan before pressing for a kiss again.

Feeling the stiffness in Logan’s movements only increased her desire for him even more.

This was exactly the kind of woman Daenerys was...

...the more Logan rejected her advances, the more she wanted him...

The more she wanted to have him and take away any knowledge of any other woman he had.

Only she would remain in his mind.