Chapter 44: [44] Come on master. Spank me!

--Chapter 44--

Title: Come on master. Hit me!

Surprising to Lana and Solaria and even himself, Takeshi started adjusting faster than he expected.

Although that didn’t stop him from getting clipped on the forehead by Nyxara when he delayed earlier.

Next, she struck toward his shoulder, but this time moved his weight before reinforcing the area.

When she changed direction toward his ribs, the mana followed his movement instead of arriving afterward.

But it still wasn’t enough. Nyxara caught his next attempt and knocked his arm aside.

She was like a battle goddess in his eyes. Every inch of her body looked like it was created for this.

Stepping in, mid his admiration, she drove her fist lightly into his stomach causing his eyes to roll back slightly but he still held on.

Refusing to fall apart...So easily

"You have grit Master, But you’re still thinking too much."

Almost falling to one knee, he managed to force himself upright before going further down.

"How am I supposed to stop thinking while I’m fighting?"

Nyxara laughed. "You are not," She circled him.

"You think before the fight. You think while you’re learning. But once someone is trying to put their fist through your face, you don’t get to stand there and hold a meeting inside your head."

Takeshi watched her. "So what do I do?"

"Trust what you’ve already learned," She raised her guard and clicked her tongue softly.

"Your body has to start answering before your brain finishes asking the question."

Takeshi nodded slowly. He understood what that meant. This had to become reflex.

Nyxara moved. This time, he didn’t wait for the strike.He trusted his understanding of her motions and stepped in.

Her fist passed just outside his shoulder. Takeshi immediately turned his hips and threw a short punch toward her ribs.

Nyxara caught it on her forearm. The impact made her arm shift slightly or at least it seemed so.

She looked at him with those ruthless and yet seductive orange irises. Then her grin returned. "That almost tickled."

Takeshi pulled his hand back. "Better than nothing right?"

"Yeah..." Both Solaria and Lana De Reyes answered on the side impatiently.

Rolling her shoulder, Nyxara took the steering wheel again. "It’s still weak."

Takeshi stared at her for a long moment and shook his head. "You’re enjoying this."

"Obviously..." She wrapped her tail around his thigh. And then she stepped closer until there was barely enough room between them to swing.

"You think I’m going to spend all day teaching you how to hit things and not enjoy watching you improve?"

Her eyes travelled over him deliberately before moving down.

"Besides, you’re starting to look like you might actually hit as hard as you fuck."

Takeshi’s expression twitched. A strained vein appeared somewhere on his forehead.

And from the side of the room came the faint sound of Solaria moving the cloth in her hands.

Lana remained quiet near the doorway. But her squinted eyes spoke in her stead.

Nyxara noticed both reactions and her grin became even more wicked. "What?"

Nobody answered. She laughed and stepped back. Then turn to push out her large buttocks in his face.

"Come on, Master. Hit me."

The she turned, raised one arm and deliberately left the guard open.

Takeshi looked at her ass and swallowed. She was stirring up all the wrong things in his pants.

He knew better than to fall. Instead he looked at her arm and then into her eyes.

For one deeply unhelpful second, his mind still supplied exactly what Nyxara was obviously trying to make him think about.

That arm was attached to the rest of her. And if he was going to hit it, he might as well imagine what he would do if that same strength were directed somewhere considerably less innocent.

He exhaled through his nose. "You’re distracting me."

Nyxara’s smile kept the same energy like before. "Then concentrate harder," She slid a finger around her crotch

Takeshi shook his head and stepped forward. This time, he didn’t hesitate. His foot drove into the floor.

His hips turned. And Mana moved from his center through his shoulder and down his arm.

The punch landed against Nyxara’s raised forearm with a heavy crack.

Paaah!

Her fingers twitched slightly. Only slightly but a win was a win.

With widened eyes. She laughed "Hahahahahah...That’s it!"

Takeshi pulled his fist back. His knuckles burning like he had dislocated something.

Nyxara’s arm had felt like striking a concrete wall. She lowered it and examined the spot where he had hit her.

"Another...." She billowed excitedly.

Takeshi raised his guard. "You’re not going to tell me how to do it?"

"No,"her smile sharpened. "You figured that one out yourself."

Nyxara did not give him time to admire the improvement. She came forward again, forcing Takeshi to move.

The next exchange was much faster.

Takeshi kept his guard high and tried to reproduce the movement from before. He stepped in when she attacked, reinforced the striking arm, then pulled back before she could catch him.

It worked once. The second time, Nyxara anticipated it.

Her forearm knocked his punch away, and her other hand stopped a few inches from his ribs.

"Dead..."

Takeshi clicked his tongue. "You read it."

"I saw you doing the same thing twice," she rubbed his chest softly with two fingers while locking eyes with Lana behind him.

"Don’t give me the same answer just because it worked once."

Takeshi reset his stance after that even as Nyxara waited for him.

He watched her closely but she didn’t do the same as if he was training dummy or something.

Neither moved for a while then Nyxara’s smile slowly widened. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m waiting for you."

"That’s not fighting."

"You told me not to repeat myself."

Her grin became wider. "Smartass."

She moved first, the ground resounding under her feet. Takeshi shifted to the side instead of retreating. Her fist passed close to his shoulder, and he turned with it, keeping his guard intact.

For a moment, he had an opening. He drove his fist toward her side.

Nyxara twisted. The punch caught the sides of her breasts instead of landing cleanly on her ribs.

She barely moved. Takeshi knew immediately that he had made a mistake.

Nyxara’s hand caught his wrist. "Oh, you wanted to spank me there?"

Her eyes gleamed. ,"Careful. Keep touching me like that and I might strip for you Master."

Takeshi pulled his arm free. "You’re the one who told me to hit you. And that was a mistake"

"You can make that mistake again later when we are all along," she winked at him.

From the side, Solaria’s expression tightened. Lana’s crimson eyes shifted toward Nyxara for a moment.

Nyxara noticed.

Of course she noticed.

Her smile became even more shameless.

"What?"

Solaria looked away with folded arms. "It’s nothing, little demoness."

"Liar," Nyxara snapped.

Takeshi rubbed his wrist. "Can we continue?"

Nyxara laughed again. "That’s what I like about you."

She lowered herself slightly. "You get embarrassed, but you don’t run."

Then she attacked. Takeshi barely blocked the first strike. The others forced him back but never did he retreat.

Nyxara’s fist came toward his face. And Takeshi ducked. He stepped inside and drove a fist forward.

This time the mana moved with the entire motion instead of being added afterward.

The punch landed against Nyxara’s abdomen. Her body shifted backward by half a step.

Slam!

Takeshi stared even as Nyxara looked down at the spot he had struck.

Then she slowly looked back at him. Her grin was enormous.

"Almost.."

Takeshi lowered his fist. "That one actually moved you."

"Don’t get excited," She retorted as if she wasn’t the one excited.

"Though you still hit like a man who’s afraid of what he’ll do if he actually commits."

Takeshi frowned. "Umm..I committed."

"No, you didn’t," she pointed at his fist.

"You stopped yourself at the last moment."

Takeshi looked down at his hand. She was right. He had instinctively reduced the force.

It wasn’t because he was afraid of hurting her. But because some part of him still expected a human body to react like a human body.

Unfortunately, non of them in that room would even fall under that category.

Nyxara saw the realization cross his face.

"Now you understand the problem?"

Takeshi raised his eyes. "Again..."

Nyxara’s grin sharpened. "That’s my Boy...!"

< End of Chapter>