"Tastes good, doesn't it?"
Ryuji's fingers traced down the curve of Chobung's spine, feeling the lean strength beneath her scarred skin. A slight push, and her body toppled backward onto the bed. Despite her fierce demeanor, she was far more docile than he'd expected.
"Damn you…"
Her cheeks flushed as she lay there, glaring at him with that same fire she'd shown when they first met. She couldn't understand it—why he looked at her that way. When they met, she had been a filthy mess, covered in sweat, blood, and grime. Her body was marred with calluses, scar tissue, and embedded metal—nothing like the kind of beauty men usually sought.
Yet he had touched her without hesitation. Even when her barbed spikes pricked his fingers, he didn't so much as flinch.
"Mind if I start?" he asked, his smile easy, almost teasing.
He reached for her boots—worn, patched, but surprisingly clean. She had washed, he noted. Probably not long ago. As her bare feet were revealed, he let out a quiet sigh. The shape was graceful, almost artistic, but hardened by her life. Thick calluses, old scars—reminders of every battle she had walked through.
"Don't touch it if you don't like it," she snapped, turning her head aside but watching him with sidelong eyes. Defensive, tense, but not pushing him away.
"It's not that," Ryuji said softly. "It's just a shame."
He moved in close, holding her ankles gently as he guided her legs apart, slow and deliberate, until her body formed a vulnerable M-shape beneath him. The thin fabric barely covered anything. When he touched it, he could feel the dampness—not from arousal, but the residual warmth of a recent bath. She had prepared herself.
With a practiced motion, he pulled the cloth aside. A thick patch of coarse hair greeted him—not unexpected, but still catching his attention. He didn't linger on it. His fingers pressed against her pussy, exploring the softness that waited underneath.
At the same time, his other hand found her chest, firm and full beneath the rough fabric. He remembered the pain of her first strike—the way she had floored him with nothing but raw power. But now, her body yielded to his hands. Her breath hitched. She bit her lower lip, refusing to give in to the sounds welling up inside her.
She had never felt anything quite like this.
The friction of fabric during training, sure—that had been familiar. Enough to cause heat and discomfort, sometimes pleasure in isolation. Fighters like her wore tight, functional gear for a reason—to prevent distraction, to stop the mind from wandering. But this was different. Deeper. Hungrier.
"Why… does it feel so strong…?" she whispered, dazed.
The scent of him, the rhythm of his hands—it all scrambled her thoughts. She wanted him. Not just sexually—her body craved this contact, this pressure, this attention. Her nerves were alive in a way she had long forgotten.
"Don't rush," Ryuji murmured, his voice calm, assured. He knew what he was doing.
His fingers slid inward, exploring her pussy with increasing depth, until—
"You're a virgin?" he asked, surprised, pausing mid-motion feeling the hymen.
Galina had been the same, but that had made sense. Her venomous body and terrifying techniques kept everyone away. But Chobung? She had flirted. Initiated. Practically climbed into his lap.
"Do you have a problem with that?" she shot back, eyes narrowing. Her tone was venomous, but her voice was trembling.
Ryuji drew his hand back slightly, uncertain.
"I just don't get it…"
"You don't need to. I'm not asking you to take responsibility. Besides, do you really think someone like me—trained in poison and pain—can still have children? This isn't about that. I had a need. You were there. You paid well. That's all."
She turned her face, but didn't say the real reason.
He called her beautiful.
It was that simple. She had needs. He had money. But he also looked at her—not with disgust, not with pity, but with desire. And that had been enough.
As for things like the future and children.
This kind of thing is too luxurious for them, the street fighters, so she has never considered it.
She grabbed his collar, yanked him close, her gaze deadly serious.
"So? Are you going to fuck me or not? I'm not giving the money back."
Ryuji didn't argue. Everyone had their own story, their own history. He wasn't here to judge.
He was here for energy.
"Of course I will."
He kissed her before she could spit another insult, fingers moving again with greater confidence, stirring her like a storm.
By the time her body trembled beneath him, and she gasped for air panting, Ryuji pulled back just enough to guide her thighs open once more, revealing the vulnerable, twitching opening that waited for him.
And then, he entered her.
Tight. Raw. Her insides gripped him instinctively, making him want to pull back and adjust—but she had other plans. Her legs wrapped around his waist with terrifying force, locking him in place, pulling him in deeper with one smooth, practiced motion.
Her eyes rolled back, pain surging through her—but she laughed. It hurt, yes, but it also filled her with something else.
Warmth....Security... it was addictive.
"That hurt, you know…" Ryuji muttered under his breath, wincing slightly.
She just smirked.
"What, were you going to take your sweet time? I heard tearing it all at once hurts less."
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Bonus chapter every 200 PS.
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T/N: Guys good news, I finally reached the chapter where he meets with Erina again that is chapter no:101.
And we got two newcomers guess who the are:
1) She is supposedly a tsundere that everyone likes.[1]
2) She was already mentioned in one of the previous chapters.
That's all ✌️.
[1] I am not sure if its true or not cuz I have not seen the anime.