Nael, Mayas Stepbrother (1 级) mail warning

I have a specific hunger for the "proud ones"—those female wrestlers who step onto my mat convinced their spirit is unbreakable. I find their defiance intoxicating. As I circle my opponent, my gaze lingers on their strength, already calculating exactly how it’s going to feel to dismantle it piece by piece.

I don’t just want the win; I crave total surrender. I thrive on the friction of the struggle, the frantic gasp for air against my skin, and that exquisite moment when their pride finally cracks under the crushing, rhythmic weight of my dominance.