“C’mon Linhart, don’t be like that!” Serapha protested, grabbing his arm, but he shook her off.
“I’m going for a walk. Let me know which girl wins,” he called over his shoulder as he walked through the crowd of girls and out of the Circled Square.
He didn’t know why, but Serapha’s attitude was pissing him off. Maybe it was the fact that she assumed boys couldn’t fight. That he couldn’t fight! Is that why she was always protecting him?
On the surface, Linhart was angry at Serapha’s lack of confidence in him, but beneath the surface, wasn’t he just as doubtful as she was? Maybe she’s right? Maybe he should just give up on trying to be a Fighter? He had an infinite number of lives, it seemed. He could just become a Healer in his next loop and live a comfortable life of Healing all these Fighter girls. Sure, he wouldn’t get to attend Fighter courses with them anymore, but honestly, Fighters seemed to be a source of a lot of pain for him lately... but they sure did keep their bodies in top shape!
His train of thought made a sudden stop, when he heard a light set of feet running at him from behind. Spinning around just in time, he caught his attacker by her shoulders just as she was about to tackle him. He couldn't even register who she was before he was rolling backwards with her momentum, he planted his foot in her soft stomach and she was sent flying over top of him in a whirl of tanned skin and blonde hair. He knew in a moment who he was dealing with.
It was Ayame.
Flying over his head, she was flung downhill, landing quite some distance down the rough grassy slope. She landed on her shoulder hard and bounced twice before coming to a rest. By the time he was on his feet again, she was a groaning, twisted mess of limbs pointing in every direction. She was injured. That was clear by the way she gingerly rose and looked at him.
“Nice move, Linhart! I didn’t expect that from a boy like you.”
He watched as she stumbled back towards him. Her arm hung limp at her side, but she grinned in spite of the obvious pain she was enduring.
“I think you broke my arm!” she laughed half-heartedly, testing it cautiously and emitting a cry of pain. “Uughh… I guess I’m going to fight you with just my left arm.”
“Ayame, we don’t have to fight,” he sighed, “It looks like you’ve dislocated your shoulder.”
“No way,” she insisted, her voice taking on a savage tone. “You promised me a wrestling match, and I’m gonna collect on that promise right now! That mousy bitch may have her claws in you already, but it’s my turn. I’m gonna make you beg for mercy.”
Linhart saw the problem immediately. Here was another girl who underestimated his Fighting ability. Even with her injury, she assumed that she could have her way with him.
As Ayame closed the distance between them, he referenced his ID bracer. “I’ve got a Fighting score of 765.” He didn’t even mention his superb casting scores. Technically he was a Binder, since that was his highest score at the moment. “Are you sure you want to Fight me? I won’t hold back.”
Ayame grinned and responded with a wild left swing. “Thanks for the warning,” she mocked him, even as he dodged her initial punch and the backhand. “I’ll be extra careful when I’m yanking on that big cock of yours!”
Linhart had heard enough. He was going to teach this girl a lesson, not to underestimate Fighter boys. He stepped forward, thrusting his fist into her gut and forcing her back, further down to the base of the hill. He closed the distance again, swinging his body and landing a solid roundhouse kick on her side.
Ayame crumpled to the ground in pain.
“How are you so strong?” she groaned, her arms and legs coming up to defend her aching body. “I can’t move my arm at all, and I can’t fight.”
“Let me help you with that,” Linhart countered, grabbing her right wrist and hauling her immobilized arm upwards with sudden force. Ayame curled and twisted in his grip. A cry of pain escaped her lips.
“I’m just going to…” He twisted the arm outward and pulled again. A sharp, disturbing noise issued from her shoulder.
CLACK.
“...Snap it back into place.”
Ayame’s knees buckled. She doubled over, gasping, clutching the arm to her chest while the pain rippled through her whole body. “That hurt like hell, you dick!”
“But now your shoulder is back where it’s supposed to be,” he said, running a hand over her tanned shoulder.
“Hey, stop touching me!” she cried, flinching away.
On a whim, he wrapped his fingers in her fine blonde hair and jerked her head backwards to get a better look at her face. She was very attractive. It wasn't always easy to see, because she was such a loudmouth, but this girl's shining complexion and almond-shaped eyes were as gorgeous as any model's. “You don’t want to wrestle anymore? Are you afraid of losing to a boy?”
“P’sssspp," she blew a raspberry. "There’s no way you can beat me. You just caught me off guard with that throw.” she said with her regular confidence. But Linhart noticed that her face was turning red.
“Okay, then how about we keep going? But first…”
His fingers ran over her back and pulled at the bow that held her top in place. She glowered at him as he yanked the blue bikini top over her injured shoulder, exposing her shapely chest. Her gorgeous little tits bounced appealingly. Linhart took notice and ran his hand over their softness again, just to watch them jiggle. A longing to fuck this girl rose up from his loins. “...Hold still while I set your arm in place.”
Before she could protest, Linhart had wrapped the stretchy cloth of her bikini top around her tender arm and secured it around her neck, his hands still caressing her body. By this time, Ayame had stopped complaining. While he was tying off the make-shift sling, she was studying him.
“You keep bumping into my boobs and it makes me feel funny... I like it.”
“Feels funny? Do you like having your boobs touched?” he asked. He had finished with the sling, but his fingers lingered, reaching out and lightly massaging her tits. “You’ve got really nice breasts. They're so soft and well-formed, and they're pretty big for your body type.”
Ayame laughed, saying, “Thanks, you must really like boobs!”
His caresses were getting rougher, and she leaned into his touch. Her small, sun-darkened nipples were standing erect. Her good hand had made its way to his crotch and she was squeezing the bulge that was showing in his shorts. Her heart-rate was racing, and she sighed, “Haahh… I'm gonna pin you beneath me and make you suck on these tits… then we’ll see how much you like them.”
“Oh, I’d like that, but there’s no way you’re pinning me today.” he stated flatly. She just kept saying stupid shit.
He went for a takedown.
His first kick was low and it caught her in the back of her ankle. At the same time, he pushed hard against her chest, knocking her just enough off balance so that her feet were swept out from under her. Her torso twisted and she landed with a cry of pain on the hard ground. Her good arm and head shook with the impact. He jumped on top of her like a spider monkey, pawing at her shorts. They were a tight fit, hugging her shapely hips like a second skin, but somehow he got them and her green panties off before she could recover.
“It’ll be easier to wrestle without these in the way. Now let’s see how sensitive you are down here.”
Her legs were flailing about, but he was pushing down on her hips with all his weight, and she was unable to kick him off. He admired the sparsely-haired place that was suddenly thrust right in his face. The smell was enticing, and his fingers ran over her well-tanned skin. Every part of her was sun-kissed. Did she sunbathe nude? His fingers pulled at the pretty folds of her labia, and he plunged down between her legs face-first. His mouth sucked deeply at the fluids that were flowing out of her love tunnel. Warm and pleasant in his mouth, they tasted a bit sour.
She was squealing like a like a pig now. Every little kiss on her muff elicited an erotic groan. Linhart was both annoyed and turned on by her obvious enjoyment of his oral performance.
Her body was gyrating with energy. His arms slid away from her pussy, and wrapped around her thighs, feeling their firm, resilient flesh flex between his fingers. He tickled the inside of her legs.
“Oh gods!” she shrieked, her voice echoing across the lightly wooded hills. “Unngghh… what are you doing to me? It feels so good, my body is going crazy!”
“You’re too fuckin’ loud!” Linhart said between licks. All this time, he had been wiggling his shorts and boxers down around his hips while she continued to shriek. She was going to alert the whole Academy at this rate. “Here, maybe this will keep you quiet.”
His dick was dripping with precum, and as he positioned it right over her open mouth, he watched her swallow a few drops unwittingly. A look of surprise spread across her face when he shoved it in, but her screams of pleasure were cut off by the girth and force with which he entered her mouth. She had a mouthful.
“Now, if you suck on that well, you may gain some skill in Binding today.” Linhart said, chuckling at a joke that she had no way of understanding. Her mouth closed around his rod and he could feel her tongue licking up the creamy mess left from a morning of being teased by Fighter girls had left in his pants. “Uuhhn… yeah, that’s it. I should’ve known you have superior tongue. You never stop yapping with it.”
Linhart’s body was pumping with excitement now, and the feeling of his dick in her mouth was sending him quickly to heaven. He started once more to eat her pussy and was delighted by the sounds of her muffling screams, nearly drowned out by his cock. No one would hear them now. Or so he thought.
He was hit by the sudden realization that someone was watching them.
“What the hell?” a girl’s voice cried from nearby. It sounded like she was coming over the rise from the Circled Square. A moment later, he sensed Serapha was very nearby and she was mad enough to murder.
"What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?"
