Class had finally ended for the day. Trill gave me a quick glance before she headed out of the classroom. I lingered behind for a bit, then grabbed my bag and stood up to leave. But just as I was about to step out, Irene blocked my way.
“Don’t you wanna meet up tonight?” she whispered, her hot breath grazing my cheek. She was really laying it on thick, going all out to seduce me, and I could feel it.
“Where?” I asked.
“At a bar… then back to my place for some fun,” she teased with a grin.
“Alright, I’ll meet you later.” I agreed, already falling into her trap, but getting me to be hers and hers alone? That was a whole other challenge.
“Good. See you later,” she said with a sly smile before walking away.
After that, I made my way to the gymnasium. Trill was waiting for me there, and we were about to duel again. There wasn’t much detail on the terms, but she had basically put herself on the line for this fight. If I won, she would be mine.
When I arrived, she was already on the floor, doing push-ups to warm up. Every time she lowered herself, her breasts flattened against the floor, but when she pushed up, they barely moved. Her form was perfect, not a single unnecessary motion. The only thing “wrong” was the fact that her tits were so big, they couldn’t help but press into the ground with each rep.
When I arrived, her ear twitched, a subtle sign she sensed me. She stood up in one smooth motion, clapped her hands together to brush off the dust, and said, “I’ve been waiting.”
Her tone made it sound like she’d been standing there for hours. But I swear, I got here just moments after her.
“So, what are the conditions?” I asked.
“Same as last time in the physical examination—no abilities, just pure combat skills. Any weapon is allowed, and you can use magic too. Whoever gives up or gets knocked out loses, and the winner is declared. But…” she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly, “…I want to add one more condition.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“If you lose, you’ll become my lackey,” she said.
She wanted to make me her servant? I couldn’t care less—I wasn’t planning on losing anyway.
“Alright.” I told her without hesitation.
We took our positions, standing roughly five meters apart.
Trill, as usual, didn’t pick up any weapon. She was planning to fight with her claws—sharp, deadly, and ready to tear through flesh. I, on the other hand, chose a sword again. It was the same one I used in the physical exam—a cheap, plain blade with no special features. But it had served me well before, and I intended to use it against her once more.
“The duel begins when this bronze coin hits the ground,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine. “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
She flicked the coin high into the air. Immediately, she dropped into her fighting stance, her body taut like a spring ready to snap. The coin hadn’t even started to fall, and she was already poised to strike. I shifted into my own stance, the basic one I’d used before—nothing fancy, just solid and reliable. My eyes followed the coin as it spun lazily in the air. Time seemed to stretch as I waited for it to drop.
When the coin finally hit the floor with a dull clink, I tensed, expecting her to rush at me. But Trill didn’t move. She just stood there, eyes glued to me.
***
Trill’s POV
I didn’t make the first move, just like last time. Now, I was watching him closely—every tiny twitch, every small shift he made. Leon wasn’t some skill-less idiot, and I knew that for a fact. What he’d shown me before wasn’t something someone without talent could pull off. That’s why I was on high alert, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The stakes of this duel? Either I’d become his, or he’d become mine.
Honestly, I didn’t mind if I lost. It would just prove I wasn’t on his level yet, that he really was strong. And I wanted a strong man—a man who could fight with skill, not just rely on his powers. That’s the kind of guy I want. I don’t need a man who’d be dead weight, good for nothing but making babies.
I had to see if his victory over me last time was legitimate. I had to know if he truly beat me fair and square. Only then could I feel comfortable giving myself to him. If he was that strong, I wouldn’t mind being his woman.
But first, he’d have to defeat me.
“You’re not coming?” he asked, his tone casual, almost taunting.
“I don’t plan on losing,” I replied, my eyes locked on him. “That’s why I’m going to take my time—study you—and see if you really have what it takes.”
“Don’t you think you’re messing up again? This’ll just make you lose anyway,” he taunted
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. It felt like he was mocking me, like I was some idiot. Sure, I wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but I wasn’t dumb either.
“I’ll ask one more time. Are you coming, or what?” he pressed.
I didn’t budge. I stood my ground, watching him, waiting for him to make the first move.
“Like I said, you’re making the same mistake again,” he said, and in a blink, he vanished right in front of me.
“What the—?!”
I hadn’t taken my eyes off him for even a second, yet somehow, he disappeared. How the hell did I lose sight of him? Me, of all people?
“I warned you, didn’t I?” I heard his voice behind me. My body froze. Cold steel pressed against my neck before I could even react. “You’re making the same mistake.”
