"I’m not afraid of you." Fiora raised her fists.
"Don’t think I’m intimidated because you’re a man. I can beat your ass in a fight any day."
"Then prove it."
Fiora took me to an abandoned park behind the Work Badge Center.
Snow was coming down hard, blowing sideways. The wind felt like razor blades against my skin.
Fiora’s dark hair flapped against her rosy cheeks.
Her nipples pressed into the thin fabric of her shirt like strawberry-flavored chocolate chips.
I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets and stared back at Fiora.
The bar over her head was still at 0%.
If I wanted to seduce her, I needed to figure out her weakness.
I could take Fiora.
She didn’t look that strong.
I’d been in my share of fist fights growing up.
With my demon powers and enhanced strength, I could easily defeat her in a fistfight.
But what would be the point of that?
I’m not the type of guy that likes to hit women.
And beating Fiora up wouldn’t accomplish my goal of getting a work badge.
Or of getting in her pants.
I had to seduce her.
But how?
"Put ’em up," she said, entering a boxing stance.
"I’ll show you not to bully my grandmother."
"I wasn’t bullying your grandmother."
"That’s not what everyone else said."
"I don’t want to fight you," I said.
"I don’t fight women."
Her bar went south to -5%.
Wrong move.
"So you’re one of those guys," she said.
"Who thinks men are superior to women."
"That’s not true. I just think you’re beautiful. It would be a waste to bruise up that face of yours."
She snorted.
-10% now.
Wrong answer again.
"All of you dick-brains think you can sleep with me just by complimenting my body. Well I’m telling you it won’t work. Put ’em up."
She stepped forward, fists raised, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Listen," I put my hands out, "we can talk through this."
"If you won’t put ’em up, then I’ll make you!"
She charged forward and swung. It was a haymaker with her right fist.
I sidestepped, but the deep snow made me stumble.
Her fist grazed my chin. I fell over, tasting blood. The world spun in circles above my head.
"How’d that taste?" she sneered.
"That’ll teach you to look down on a woman."
She tried to punch me while I was down.
I rolled over, dodged two punches, took a third to the gut.
"Oof."
"On your feet!"
I got up.
"I don’t want to fight," I grunted.
"I just want to talk—"
"Take this! And this!"
She launched a flurry of punches.
I stumbled backward, ducking and weaving through the snow.
My foot slipped on a patch of ice. I fell forward, arms flailing.
One of my flailing hands struck Fiora by accident. I felt something soft brush against my fingertips ...
Then a knee hit me squarely between the eyes.
I saw stars.
I blacked out for a few seconds.
When I woke up, I immediately ate two more punches to the face: a right hook and a left hook.
"Hah!" shouted Fiora. "Take that, scum."
I struggled to my feet, mouth full of blood.
"You fight dirty." I spat blood onto the snow.
Then I blinked.
To my surprise, the seduction bar above Fiora’s head had increased to 15%.
How?
What did I do?
I don’t get it.
Was it because I dodged her punches?
She attacked again.
I dodged most of her punches this time. I was getting used to her rhythms.
She wasn’t a trained fighter. Her punches were clumsy. She mixed in a roundhouse kick.
I dodged that too.
None of the dodges made the bar go up.
It must be something else then.
She faked a punch and whirled around to elbow me in the solar plexus.
I fell backward, flailing, and grabbed hold of Fiora’s hips to keep my balance.
My fingers brushed against her ass.
She cursed and kneed me in the face. Her seduction bar is going higher!
Blood was spilling from my nose, drawing red trails in the snow.
But I didn’t care.
I was grinning.
So that was her weakness.
She likes it when I touch her.
"What are you laughing at?!" she roared.
"Nothing," I said with a smirk.
"I’ll wipe that smile right off your face!"
I dodged a left-right combo, and then, pretending to sidestep, I leaned forward and let my forearm graze against her nipples.
They were as hard as bullet casings.
"Ahhnnn ..."
She suppressed a moan and stumbled back.
I grinned.
"Did you just say ’Ahnnn?’"
"N-no.
I didn’t."
Her seduction bar was 40% now.
After that it was easy.
I ate more punches and kicks, but each time traded those blows for "accidental" body touches.
Fiora’s seduction bar went higher and higher.
Gradually her movements began to slow.
Her face was flushed. And her punches became half-hearted.
Now she was trying to let me touch her, practically throwing her ass and tits into my hands.
When her bar got near 90%, I circled behind her and caught her in a bear hug.
"Wh-what are you doing!" she gasped.
"Let go of me.
Fight me like a man!"
"I thought you said you didn’t like it when men and women weren’t equal."
"I ... I ..." she panted, clearly distracted.
"I don’t know ... what you mean ..."
I pressed my hips against her.
"Fiora?"
She had stopped struggling and was now leaning into me.
"Y-yea?"
"I should tell you something. There’s a weapon. It’s concealed in my pants. You better take it away from me. I wouldn’t want this to be an unfair fight."
Against a girl with a 0% seduction bar, this crummy pickup line would’ve had a negative effect.
But Fiora was at 100%.
Her chest was heaving up and down, and she was grinding her ass against my cock.
"Good p-point," she moaned.
"I sh-should disarm you ..."
She turned around.
"Let’s see what you’re packing."
The moment my 13-incher popped out of my pants, she stumbled back and almost swooned.
"Th-that’s q-quite the weapon. It’s so big."
"I warned you."
She bit her lower lip and looked into my eyes.
She rubbed her thighs together.
"And you said I wasn’t fighting fair ..."
I grinned at her. "Then you better come take my weapon away."
She didn’t need a second invitation.
Seconds later, she had her tits out. She was kneeling in the snow, looking up at me with her raven-dark eyes while she gave me a handjob.
"This is quite the weapon," she murmured, licking the tip.
"I’ve never seen anything like it. Have you ... defeated many ladies with it?"
"Naw," I said. "It’s all for show. All bark and no bite. Size doesn’t matter—everybody knows that."
"Size doesn’t matter huh?"
"That’s right."
Fiora stood up and pulled down her pants.
"Hmph. You could be tricking me. This could be a lethal weapon in disguise. I better give your weapon a firm inspection to make sure everything is okay."
"Be my guest ..."
We did the "inspection" right there in the snow.
Fiora lay down on her back and gave my weapon a very thorough inspection.
A three-point inspection with her mouth, pussy and ass.
By the time we were done, it was hard to tell how much of the white stuff around Fiora’s feet and legs was snow and how much was cum.
But Fiora wanted more.
"H-holy f-fuck ..." Fiora said, after her third orgasm of the afternoon.
"That is ... a god-tier weapon. I want more."
I stood her up and brushed the snow off her. "You better get back to the Work Badge Center."
"Let’s keep going!"
"Sorry. Your grandmother might be worried. That you got mixed up with some dangerous guy."
"Aw, you’re no fun."
"About that work badge. Think you could pull some strings for me? I’m new in town."
"I’ll think about it."
I slapped her ass. "Less thinking more doing."
She giggled, dancing away from me, nipples hard under her shirt.
"Alright, tell you what. Come back to the center tomorrow afternoon. I’ll give you what you want." She winked. "And a little more."
Nympho.
"Wait," I said.
"Huh?"
"I don’t have a place to stay the night. Can I stay at your place?"
She looked at me.
"You can’t."
"Why not? You like me."
She snorted.
"You’re so full of yourself."
"Am I wrong?"
She laughed again.
"I don’t think I’ve ever met a man quite like you." She shrugged.
"But I still can’t let you stay. I live with my grandmother. She’s very picky about having male visitors in our home.
She wants to keep me a virgin. Marry me off to a rich man of higher standing. Of course, I lost my virginity a long time ago. But she doesn’t know that."
"Your grandma doesn’t have to know. Sneak me in through the window."
She thought about it. "Alright. But wait until after midnight."