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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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1st Loss.
Until this point, Riosk considered it a minor incident caused by his own carelessness.
2nd Loss.
Here, Riosk felt tension towards Irina for the first time. Her fighting patterns had suddenly shifted in unexpected directions since yesterday.
She cleverly stalled for time, persistently targeting his lower body. He, focused on defending, ultimately received a critical hit and lost.
Something was wrong.
The muscle-bound man didn’t consider this defeat a coincidence. His opponent knew precisely how to beat him and relentlessly exploited it.
Of course, now that he knew her intent, he was confident he wouldn’t be caught off guard again…
3rd Loss.
Here, the big guy realized something had gone seriously wrong.
Could a person change this suddenly?
Her skill hadn’t changed much between then and now. However, her fighting style had become remarkably cunning. …As if a sword were fighting.
He lost even more pathetically in the third match than in the previous two. She began to fully utilize her speed. Compared to her, he was at a disadvantage in terms of speed, and he ended up flailing helplessly and losing. Understandably, he was quite frustrated and angry.
This time, he would do it properly. He’d bet everything.
And then, he secured 5 wins.
Although he won, they were extremely close victories. Truly by a hair’s breadth. If Riosk had been even slightly slower or hesitated, victory would have belonged to Irina.
Riosk was astonished by her rate of improvement. Frankly, it was incomprehensible to him. Was this rate of development even possible? …Or, he had no choice but to believe she had been deliberately hiding her true abilities. That’s how drastically different her combat sense was before and after that week.
He could no longer guarantee tomorrow’s victory. Honestly, it wouldn’t be strange no matter who won. He could only do his best…
4th Loss.
His opponent won by making a bold gamble, sacrificing flesh to take the bone. It was Riosk’s misstep, his lack of decisiveness, that led to his defeat.
What? Where did this hidden power suddenly come from?
He, who considered maintaining a calm mind a prerequisite for strength, experienced an unprecedented level of mental turmoil. It wasn’t this bad even when he lost consecutively to Karl. …The feeling of being defeated by someone he considered weaker was truly the worst.
The muscle-bound man began to ponder what he was lacking.
What she had and he didn’t.
That must be the difference between victory and defeat…
5th Loss.
The win rate was finally tied. The escort class was in a festive mood, while the combat class, on the other hand, felt like they were attending a funeral.
Of course, Riosk wasn’t easily swayed by such an atmosphere, but he wasn’t entirely free from it either. He couldn’t help but be aware of the way people were looking at him now.
He could no longer sit still and just rack his brains. He needed to make a decision. A decision to overcome this crisis.
…Right. Karl, he needed to meet that man. Meet him, and find out the reason for his defeats.
He wanted to avoid meeting Karl if possible, but he could no longer postpone it. He could accept losing to Karl, but he didn’t want to lose to Irina any longer.
Thus, Riosk decided to meet Karl to seek advice.
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2 Wins.
Irina finally found a way to defeat this muscle-bound monster. Karl’s special training had definitely helped. The effect was immediately apparent in the results!
Of course, even this time, she had to pay the price for victory. She diligently sucked his penis in Karl’s room again. His hands, toying with her breasts, were more persistent and blatant than before.
3 Wins.
Irina felt Riosk growing anxious. This made the fight easier. Capitalizing on the shift in atmosphere, his movements quickly became disoriented. Speed, especially in situations like this, seemed to be key.
And, for the first time, she placed his penis between her ample breasts, rubbing it up and down for stimulation. Every time he pinched and twisted her nipples, involuntary moans escaped her lips. This act wasn’t particularly enjoyable for either of them, so it remained only a symbolic “first.” Afterward, she returned to sucking him off. …Strangely, by only the third time, she had quickly become accustomed to the taste of his penis.
5 Losses again.
She could feel her opponent grinding his teeth, determined to win. Their fight was a close one. If not for a small mistake at the end, she could have won. …It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed.
“Too bad. I was itching for some cock today.”
Truthfully, she was also itching to suck his cock. …But how cheap would she look if she asked to suck him off without even winning?!
“Then how about I suck your breasts today?”
“…My breasts?”
“I don’t want to force you to suck my dick. So, I’ll suck your breasts instead. …What do you think?”
It was an absurdly strange logic, but Irina reluctantly agreed, pretending to be persuaded. …In truth, she had always been curious about what it would feel like to have her nipples sucked.
“…But just for a little while.”
“Alright. Playing hard to get, are we?”
Irina carefully removed her top, exposing her breasts. Karl gently scratched her round areolas with his fingernails, spouting some baseless superstition about promiscuous women having large areolas.
“Cut the crap and just do it. …We need to train, don’t we? I’m in a bad mood after losing to that guy.”
“Then say, ‘Please suck my tits’.”
“Why would I say something like that?”
“Come on, just say it.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Don’t be so cold. We’re close enough that you suck your dick.”
This lewd bastard.
Still, he smiled slyly with his devastatingly handsome face and whispered in her ear, and she, once again, pretended to be persuaded and did as he asked.
“…So, all I have to do is say that?”
“Will you do it?”
“You’re the one who wants me to… I just want to get this over with and train.”
“Then say it. Come on.”
In the end, Irina uttered the words a cheap woman would say.
“S-suck… m-my… t-tits…”
Hearing that, Karl laughed heartily.
“You’re a good girl when you’re told to be.”
Irina turned her head in embarrassment, speechless.
Karl grasped her soft breasts in his hands and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking with a chuuup.
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As soon as his sticky tongue touched her nipple, Irina’s waist buckled and her body jolted upwards.
“Hng…!”
It was a strange, arousing pleasure she had never felt before. A completely raw, primal sensation, different from a simple mental exhilaration!
Having him suck was more intensely pleasurable than simply being touched. Every time her nipple was caressed by his soft tongue, a tingling sensation shot up her spine.
“Hnh, hh…”
She desperately tried to stifle her moans, covering her mouth with her hand, but she couldn’t stop the small gasps that escaped.
“Hng, hh, hhhng…, Ahh—!”
Irina’s voice rose sharply when Karl nibbled on her nipple. He gently rolled it, then bit down hard, repeating this several times. In this way, he made both her left and right nipples sensitive and aroused.
After toying with her breasts for a while, Karl looked at Irina, sprawled on the sofa and panting, and smiled slyly. He slowly brought his face closer to hers, and she, realizing he was attempting to kiss her, startled and quickly turned her head to the side.
“Th-this isn’t right.”
“…Really? Alright.”
Karl didn’t cling to her, wet and sloppy, like when he sucked her breasts. Kisses weren’t that important to him anyway.
Thus, another 4 wins.
This time, Karl took Irina to the building’s rooftop. Initially, there were minor protests about doing that in such an open space, but in the end, he was able to enjoy the beautiful cityscape while receiving a blowjob from a beautiful, blonde woman with her breasts exposed.
He could no longer sense any resistance to his penis from her. And her cock-sucking skills had greatly improved. She even attempted to deepthroat his monstrous cock. Although her attempts were still unsuccessful, she seemed poised to succeed soon.
After yesterday’s breast play, it had become a routine part of their interactions, as if it had always been that way. After she finished sucking him off, he would eagerly suck her breasts. He’d bite, nibble, and suck her nipples until they were sore. And yet, she just kept moaning in pleasure…
This bitch was a natural.
Her recent behavior was quite a sight. Of course, it was what Karl had intended, but who would’ve thought this woman, who acted so high and mighty, would be such a slut? But funnily enough, the woman who enthusiastically kissed his cock wouldn’t kiss him on the lips. He couldn’t understand her morals.
And then, the long-awaited 5 wins.
Irina finally drew even with Riosk. When she had lost 4 times in a row, she felt utterly miserable, wanting to die, but now, she felt like she had the world.
She could now fully regain her former status in the escort class. She had become a genius with indomitable will, overcoming a great crisis.
Of course, she wasn’t satisfied; she still had a long way to go. While she had stubbornly secured victories to achieve a tied win rate, things could easily tip in his favor again. Riosk was not someone to be taken lightly.
Anyway, having won again today, Irina diligently serviced Karl’s cock in his room. She tried, once again, to deepthroat him. She choked and gagged, but she persevered, pushing as far as she could. …However, the sheer size difference made it quite difficult.
As she was happily sucking Karl’s handsome cock, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
—!
Irina was so startled she almost bit down on Karl’s penis. She looked at him with urgency, wondering what to do.
“Go hide in the bedroom.”
She quickly grabbed her top, which had been thrown on the floor, and went into the bedroom. She quickly dressed, straightened her clothes, and pressed her ear against the door.
It was a woman’s voice. Irina soon recognized it as Alyssa’s.
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls lately? What about my training?”
“Why is this bitch so entitled? She’s getting free help.”
“You promised to help me. That’s why I even wore that swimsuit!”
“Well, to be honest, I’ve been busy lately. I’m quite popular, you know.”
“Don’t give me that. Does anyone even hang out with you? All they do is badmouth you for being from the training camp.”
“Who?”
“Who else? Everyone. …You still don’t know?”
“Anyway, I’m busy these days.”
“…Still, please help me. Honestly, sparring with you really helps.”
“For free? This bitch wants a free ride from the undefeated number one?”
“Come on, can’t you help a fellow trainee? …So stingy, really.”
“Wow, you’re seriously one of the most brazen bitches in the universe. Fucking hell, you have zero talent and you act so fucking expensive.”
“God, if you don’t want to do it, just say so. Don’t give me false hope.”
“This bitch is taking advantage of my soft heart.”
“Cut the crap. Soft heart, my ass.”
“…Hey, someone’s here.”
“What? Who is it? …Is that a man’s voice? Damn it, why didn’t you tell me sooner?! I don’t want to be misunderstood.”
“You bitch, then you should’ve stayed inside. You came here without a word and now you’re complaining.”
……Uh……?
Irina was momentarily flustered. She was already inside…
Just as she realized this, the door burst open. The two women met face to face.
“…Uh…?”
Alyssa had never imagined she would run into Irina here.
The two stood awkwardly, unable to move, their bewildered eyes darting back and forth.
…What was this?
“If you’re going to get in, get in quickly.”
At Karl’s urging, Alyssa entered the room and slammed the door shut. The two women stood silently, without greeting each other, avoiding eye contact.
It’s me, Riosk.
The visitor was Riosk from the combat class. Irina’s eyes widened. Why had he come here?
I want to know what my weaknesses are. I thought you would be able to tell me. I apologize if I’m intruding.
The two men talked for a long time in the living room. Meanwhile, a stiflingly awkward atmosphere filled the room where the two women were hiding.
After a while, Riosk left, and the door burst open.
“Come out.”
The two women emerged from the room, hesitant. As expected, Alyssa was the first to flee, scurrying out of the room. Irina, left alone, looked at Karl with a bewildered expression.
“Don’t worry. She won’t spread any rumors.”
“…Really? I really don’t have to worry?”
“I said you don’t have to worry. …Now, hurry up and suck my dick again. Aren’t you going to train? If not, just leave.”
“…I will.”
Knowing that Riosk had just visited had ignited her competitive spirit. She had confirmed that he, too, was serious.
Irina showered Karl’s limp penis with kisses, bringing it back to life.
She suddenly became curious about Alyssa and Karl’s relationship. It seemed to be more than just being fellow trainees.
…Should she ask?
But in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to voice her curiosity.
Alyssa, Riosk, Karl….
Her head, busy sucking cock, became very complicated.
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