Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 111: Demonstration
Chapter 111: Demonstration
“By the way, your pace isn’t too bad,” Tessa said, glancing sideways at him while keeping her stride smooth. “Though I hear your real talent isn’t running.”
“Oh?” Elion replied, amused. “And here I thought I was finally being appreciated for my hard work.”
She snorted. “Please. You’re turning into a full-blown womaniser. Seriously—how did you even manage to get into both Mira and Aria’s pants?”
He raised a brow in surprise, caught off guard by her straightforwardness. Damn, she’s direct.
But then he laughed dryly. “What can I say? I’m charming.”
That did it. Tessa burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained, her shoulders shaking as she ran, her chest jiggling enticingly with the motion. “Charming, huh? That’s what you’re calling it now?”
Elion got to see quite a sight. Her breasts were always a marvel to look at when she wore her gym clothes, especially since she wore nothing but that tank top, not even a bra underneath, meaning her nipples were always on display.
Since they were talking about him being a womanizer, he didn’t even bother hiding that he was looking at her chest. Though she didn’t seem to mind it. “Would you prefer ’naturally gifted’?” he said lightly.
She shot him a look, her eyes sparkling. “Careful. You’re starting to sound proud of your third leg.”
“Shouldn’t I be?” he said with a shrug. “Results speak for themselves. Mira and Aria can vouch for me.” He teased.
“And, if you’re curious, I could give you a demonstration sometime.” Elion pointed downward toward his crotch with a wide grin on his face.
She tilted her head downwards, looking at the docile bulge in his pants, her lips parting slightly in a mock gasp, and a light blush crept up her neck as she quickly looked away.
Elion could see her try to keep a mostly calm expression, though.
If she wanted to tease him about being a womanizer, he would play along. But it was obvious to Elion that Tessa was just another confident and inexperienced young woman.
She tilted her head, studying him for a moment. “So,” she said casually, “You are trying to get into my pants too?”
Elion blinked, genuinely surprised, then raised an eyebrow. “Well. That was… straightforward.”
Maybe she’s more experienced than I gave her credit for?
She smiled. “What can I say, I like efficiency.”
He chuckled, then answered smoothly, “Maybe I am. Would you let me if I tried?”
Tessa laughed again, her chest bouncing as she shook her head. “Who knows? You’d have to convince me first that guys are anything other than perverts. Then maybe I’ll let you have me.”
“That’s harsh, I don’t claim to be a saint, but,” Elion said. “I feel personally attacked.”
She glanced back briefly, eyes flicking toward Mira and Aria running not too far behind them, then looked forward again with a teasing smile. “And considering what I’ve been seeing lately, you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” Elion pressed.
Instead of answering, Tessa suddenly increased her pace, her boots biting into the dirt as she surged ahead.
“Hey,” Elion said, laughing as he sped up to keep beside her. “That wasn’t an answer.”
She only smirked, eyes forward, saying nothing—leaving him to chase both her pace and the question she’d very deliberately left hanging.
By now, over 80% of the class had given up, falling to the floor and dragging themselves to the sparring mats, all while Elion and Tessa widened the gap between them and everyone else.
After that, it was only the two of them, and even then, Tessa gave up soon, so Elion had to stop as well, even though he was not as tired.
They still had to spar.
Once they were called forward and took their places on the mats, the noise of the training field seemed to fade into the background. Elion settled into his stance, his feet firm against the ground, his shoulders loose, and his breath steady as he focused entirely on the woman in front of him.
Tessa mirrored him with practiced ease, balling her fists and shifting her legs so her body was angled sideways; she was light on her feet like a predator ready to spring.
Her stance was clean and disciplined. The posture of someone who had thrown a thousand punches.
For a brief moment, they simply watched each other, and then they moved at the same time.
Tessa struck first, fast and aggressive, her fists cutting through the air with sharp precision. Elion reacted on instinct, his arms coming up to deflect and absorb the blows as he gave ground step by step.
Under normal circumstances, it was obvious how this would go—Tessa’s raw physical power, her technique, and relentless pressure would overwhelm him like it always had before. But this time was different, because Elion had fought her enough times to recognize the patterns hidden in her attacks.
And he had grown stronger once again.
She swept low with her leg, aiming to knock his balance out from under him, and Elion jumped just in time. He barely had a moment to register the dodge before a fist was already waiting for him in the air.
He crossed his arms to shield his face, and the impact landed solidly, the force rattling through his bones and forcing a grunt from his throat as he was knocked back a step. Every move Tessa made was calculated, flowing smoothly from one strike into the next without hesitation.
The spar dragged on, far longer than anyone expected. Blows were exchanged again and again, arms clashing, feet scraping against the dirt, the rhythm of combat pulling them deeper into the fight.
Elion still took more hits than he landed, but now and then he slipped through her guard, landing a clean strike to her side or shoulder before retreating again. Neither of them noticed how much time had passed, completely absorbed in the back-and-forth of the battle.
For the nth time, Elion landed awkwardly, his boots scraping dirt, and Tessa was already on him again. She flowed from strike to strike with frightening precision, her every movement chained to the next.
Hooks, elbows, and low kicks aimed to destabilize. None of her movements was wasted.
