She was as clueless as they came.
Wearing skimpy clothes with no regard for decency.
Even now, no matter where Elion looked, her tanned skin met his eyes.
The other girls had tried speaking to her many times, but she brushed them off, saying it was practical and easy to move in.
They had no choice but to give up.
She did not wear shorts like everyone else, settling instead for black tights that hugged her curvy ass very tightly and barely left her thighs.
For a top, she also wore a tight tan-top vest that looked more like an extended bra than a piece of clothing.
Elion could even see the faint outline of her nipples imprinted on the surface of the sleek fabric.
With her provocative dressing, it was no wonder every single guy kept stealing glances at her, in every single combat training class, and not the subtle kind of glances.
They looked at her with brazen kinds of predatory stares that would make one feel as though they had insects crawling across their skin.
They were all most definitely fantasising about having her for themselves.
Of course, the majority had tried approaching her and had been sent flying with bloodied noses by her iron fist.
Unfortunately for them, she did not seem to have any interest in guys whatsoever.
So they had to settle for leering at her from afar.
The rumor going around, for some time now, was that she was into women, and it would be surprising if she hadn’t heard about it by now.
As far as Elion could tell, she did not seem to notice, or maybe she just didn’t care.
She treated Elion with the same aloofness as she did with everyone; she didn’t treat him differently from everyone else.
It was the kind of disregard that screamed, I don’t care whether you live or die.
But to Elion at the time, anything that was not the looks of pity or disdain that the majority gave him was a godsend.
She was different from Isolde in that way. While he could see that Isolade pitied him, the guilty looks she gave him from afar, he liked how Tessa did not treat him differently.
Tessa’s expression was apologetic. "Sorry in advance, Elion." But he did not miss the excited smile gracing her lips.
He exhaled shakily. "Yeah. Same."
Selene’s clap cracked through the gym.
"Begin!"
Tessa came in immediately, no hesitation in her movement whatsoever, no testing blows.
She swung in a wide arc, using her weight and reach to overwhelm him.
Elion barely raised his guard in time, the force of her strike sending vibrations up his arms.
His legs nearly buckled.
Damn! She’s strong! I can’t keep taking hits like that...
Tessa stepped in again, another heavy strike incoming.
Instinct flared.
Elion pivoted sharply, letting her momentum pass him before he brought his elbow up toward her exposed ribs.
But Tessa reacted faster than he expected, catching his arm mid-strike, twisting.
Pain shot through his shoulder.
"Mmh—!"
Tessa grimaced. "Sorry!"
She swept his leg, and Elion went down, hard.
The mat thudded beneath him, breath exploding from his lungs.
Selene didn’t blow the whistle.
"Elion, get up," she said evenly. Not yelling. Not mocking. Just... commanding.
He rolled, planting a hand on the mat, shaking. Tessa waited, shifting her stance.
His body screamed. His vision pulsed in and out.
But he stood.
Tessa’s brows knitted in concern. "We can take it slow—"
"No," Elion rasped. "I’m fine."
Selene’s gaze gleamed.
"Continue."
Without a beat, she moved.
Tessa flew over Elion, her thick thighs coiling around his neck like a vice grip.
She brought him crashing down onto the floor with a resounding thud, pinning him beneath her weight.
Elion’s back hit the ground hard, and the wind was knocked out of him.
But as Tessa settled on top of him, Elion’s mind couldn’t help but wander to more perverted thoughts.
He focused all his attention on the feeling of her soft thighs wrapped around him, reveling in the sensation.
The warmth radiating from her wrapped around him, sending tingles up his spine.
Feigning to try and dislodge her grip, Elion’s hands found their way under Tessa’s thighs, groping and squeezing the supple flesh.
His fingers sank into her thick thighs, digging in almost painfully as he massaged the firm muscle.
Tessa must have sensed Elion’s intentions because she tightened her grip on him, this time wrapping her arms around his neck.
He could feel her nails digging into his skin, and he shivered at the sensation.
The smell of her filled his nostrils, a mix of sweat, soap, and something else, something he couldn’t quite place.
It was intoxicating, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to take a deeper breath, inhaling her scent.
He felt her body press against his, her breasts brushing against his head as she leaned over him, causing his heart to race.
Tessa’s face was too close, her breath hot on his face.
Elion could feel the tension in her muscles, her body trembling slightly as he gripped her thighs.
His cock twitched in his pants, straining painfully. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her, to taste her.
He felt a momentary surge of courage.
He activated his sinful touch skill.
"Mmmmmmm." And what he could only describe as a delightful moan escaped from Tessa’s lips.
Elion felt her grip on him tighten, and she even ground her waist into the back of his head.
She leaned her head over the top of him, clearly about to do something she might regret. But before she could react, Selene’s voice rang out again. "Break it up!"
Tessa and Elion pulled away from each other, panting hard.
They disentangled themselves, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
Selene glared at them both, her voice laced with disappointment. "WHAT WAS THAT! You both need to get yourselves together. I can’t have either of you acting like dogs in heat during sparring." She gave them a sharp reprimand before going off to tend to another pair.
Elion nodded, his mind reeling from what had just happened.