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Their little private spar had been meant to be just a spar, nothing more. She liked him as a dependable guy, helpful and such, but she was never interested. And he, in turn, only saw her as the dependable senpai, because their circles never really mixed, unless circumstances allowed it. Neither one of them had expected anything more from her request than what it was on the surface.

And yet, to both Rean Schwarzer and Angelica Rogner, there was an undeniable spark that had appeared. It was something unique, something undeniable, that had occurred right as they were in the thick of the fight, their weapons clashing, the blood in their veins roaring. Some would say this was the same phenomenon as recognizing the enemy's ideals or convictions, in the case of a real battle. It was something no one could really explain, least alone the two of them.

In the aftermath, as they gasped and sweated at rest, with Angelica satisfied that he had fulfilled his request, the atmosphere between them became somewhat awkward, if not charged with an emotion neither of them could explain. But it was there, like an itch that demanded to be scratched, even if neither of them knew how. And they each knew the other one felt it too, making it all the more awkward.

"So… here…" she said, after their talk concluded. "My… reward."

"Ah, thanks," he said, reaching for the proffered object.

When their hands touched, their skin felt as if an electric surge had run through it. They both gasped, making it all the more obvious to the other that this was indeed happening, and was not just a misunderstanding.

Each of them was breathing heavily now, though they couldn't understand why.

"Err… what?" Angelica said, her face burning.

"I… uhh…" He could not answer her, which again turned things awkward, unable to muster anything more than a grunt.

"I... have to go now," she said, before the long awkward silence could stretch out for longer. "Thanks again."

"N-no problem, senpai," he replied.

The weirdness in their minds refused to go away, even as some days passed. Though they would not see each other in that time, their minds still burned with the image of the other. The memory of that brief electrifying moment continued to playback in their heads like a recurring, nagging melody.

"Was it love?" Angelica wondered, but concluded that no, she did not harbor such feelings towards the young man. Again, she liked him, but not in that way. Not enough she'd want to get in his pants.

But whatever it was, she did feel something. It was the same electrifying feeling that she felt towards any young flower that caught her fancy. Now, to her mortification, she wanted to do the same naughty things she'd do for her girls to young Rean. Her lower lips confirmed that feeling, twitching insistently as she explored that train of thought, no matter how much it irritated and puzzled her.

Rean, for his part, remained confused, though kept that confusion to himself as he went about his way.

He was able to rationalize that whatever this was, it was the same attraction he felt towards the various women in his life—at least, those who had crossed the line with him. Except this time, it was Angelica, and he didn't even know her that much. Usually he had to get to know a girl before he ever accepted any sort of proposition. It was safer that way; it also got rid of any misunderstandings that might result. He barely had time with his school work and his other activities to socialize with Angelica, nor less give a good impression on her, so where exactly had this unusual desire—mutual, even—come from?

Another day passed in this same torment, and finally, Angelica could barely rein it in any longer. She issued another request to Rean, and hoped he would respond promptly. Rean himself had been surprised, and after a little inner debate he decided that the only way to surmount a problem was head on. Then there he was, heading to another abandoned room at the Academy, unsure what this would bring.

"Senpai," he said cautiously, as soon as he saw her. She looked much the same, most especially the expression on her face, that looked like she had been spiked by some sort of aphrodisiac. "Why did you call me here? Your request was vague."

"You know exactly why," she said, coughing. "Woman-slayer."

His eyebrows raised. "'Woman-slayer'?" he repeated.

"Yeah I've seen you around, Mr. Schwarzer. I didn't want to bring it up—your business is your business after all. But, this whole thing I've got right now… Well, you'll forgive me if I'm a little cross."

He stared at her incredulously for a bit. How much did she know? Was this some sort of blackmail? He worried about his partners, who all had pride and reputations to uphold. He didn't want to drag them down with him. He sighed. "I don't—I don't know what to say."

"Let's not beat around the bush," she said. "You feel it too, right? This goddamned arousal's been messing with my game for the past few days. And it all started back then. Don't lie to yourself, I know you know."

He let out a sigh. He wasn't sure where this was going. "Even if that were true…" he began. He looked at her. "What are we gonna do about it? In fact, why did you even invite me here?"

"To catch two birds with one stone," she said, approaching him. With her this close, Rean was once more hyper-aware of her features, her bodily curves, and her scent; she too felt a little giddiness come over her as she appraised him, as if he were exactly like the flowers she did so love to pluck. "I want this stupid thing to go away. So it's better for me to go to the source of it all, and get it over with."

"Uh… how?"

She sighed. "Sex, you moron!" she practically shouted.

He coughed violently. No one had ever been this forward. "Er… er… uhm… well, alright, but…"

"It's done. The decision's been made," she said, grabbing him by the front of his lapel. "I mentioned two things. I also want to satisfy my curiosity."

She placed her face right in front of him. Their breaths practically crossed each other. Being this close, Rean had no choice but to succumb to the desires welling up within him. He wanted her. He knew that. He could no longer deny it.

And Angelica was through playing. She knew she wanted something, so she was going to get it. Never mind that it was a boy, and Rean Schwarzer most of all.

The situation was as if two predators had scented each other. That was perhaps the reason why the two of them had reacted this way after their spar. They had scented each other's true nature, and their inner instincts had been aroused.

"Well, if you insist, senpai," he said, taking a step forward.

She did him one further, and pulled his face in for a tongue kiss. Though surprised, Rean leaned into the kiss, tasting her mouth, and then that was that.

They had begun.

Rean placed his hands on her waist, touching the leather. His fingers coasted down to the bare skin through the flaps of her coat, his touch ablaze with fire. He pressed their bodies together, his urgency plain to see, as his lips went for the side of her neck. He left a wet trail all over as he sucked up all the sweat from her nape. His hot breath on her skin made Angelica hiss through her teeth.

"Yea, that's it…"

He picked her right up from the floor to press her back against the wall. Then he grabbed her wrists, pushing them high above them while pressing his body closer to hers. They kissed, but it was no lover's embrace, but a contest of flesh, of wills; no more than the frantic grinding of lips, of tongues darting in and out, dancing, flailing, spreading spit in an effort to dominate the other. As their mouths battle it out, his hands start to explore her body, rubbing all over her leather suit.

His lips move towards her ear, leaving little nips all over her neck, her throat, leaving goosebumps on her skin. His teeth grazed the skin in such a way that sent tiny shivers up her spine. He moved lower, into the opening of her suit, and bit into her zipper like a beast. He pulled it down, and before reaching the level of her navel he stopped, kissing his way upward and using his face to nudge her suit open, revealing her naked front and her sports bra. She can feel her hot breath against her chest, as he used his teeth once more to bite into the fabric and pull her bra upward, revealing her supple breasts.

"Like what you see?" she murmured. Rean but grunted in response, as he began toying with her nipples, in much the same way she did with her girls. She'd only rarely been on the receiving end, which made this all the more novel experience, especially when he started sucking on her nips, kneading and rolling them around in his tongue, while idly grazing it with his teeth to give her shocks. She readily admitted he had a good technique, which kept her arousal going like an active orbment.

When he brought his hands down to cup and caress her boobs, she found her opening. She began to undress him in turn, unwrapping him button by button until his pants were on the floor, and she could get a glimpse of his rugged, wiry chest and the erection in his boxers.

As if recognizing the other's intent, their hands immediately sought out the other's crotch. She palmed his growing erection, and she slid a hand down her panties. It felt hot and tough in her hand, and she was barely able to close her fingers around its pliable length. In the meantime, his wandering fingers were able to tease out the pleasurable parts of her labia, causing her own slit to start leaking moist fluids.

It was then she realized she was at a slight disadvantage. While he was able to press against her muff and get her going with an unfamiliar technique, she barely knew how to start pumping his cock. But judging from his reactions it was easy to figure out whatever she was doing was working. She was able to improvise the impromptu handjob, in much the same way as figuring out a new girl's body she was able to press and pump Rean's impressive member—squeezing the tip, rubbing his balls and using her fingers to present a tight hole. While doing so she was well aware of his hands rubbing and schlicking her bud with the same passion as she did with her girls, causing her to feel a building heat that kept on rolling throughout her whole body.

His hand slid out towards her buttocks, squeezing them through the leather before methodically stripping her, trousers and panties all, down until her own pants joined his on the floor. She did the same with his boxers, until they were both butt naked wearing only their upper clothes, their hands affixed unto the other's crotches.

Now, with their respective privates in full display to the other they made a contest of rubbing and flicking and teasing, all while their tongues continued the fight for dominance. Angelica rubbed him vigorously, pleased to see his cock twitch like an oversized clit, while Rean studiously grinded her knees to jelly with his fingers, exploring places not even her own masturbations had reached.

Much as their recent match they reached a stalemate, and by mutual agreement they followed their bodies' instincts and crashed their bodies together once more. They could no longer keep their bodies' instinctive need to fuck at bay—that, and their knees were just about to give way from the pleasure.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, her knees locked over her shoulders, riding him like her bike. Rean buckled down his body, rubbing his manhood against her moist nethers. Then he neatly slipped inside, eliciting breathless groans from each of them.

"Jeez wow, you're so big, Mr. Schwarzer!" Her face slipped into an "o" expression with her lips as she marveled at the sheer size impaling her.

"Kkh… and you feel so tight… and good… senpai…!" Closing his eyes, he tried to rein in the instinct to cum immediately, as she clenched around him.

She was a technical virgin, but it didn't hurt as it should have been. Not that she was able to think much on it. Her throbbing cunt leaked her fluids liberally down on him, dripping rivulets down to the floor as her lower lips liberally drooled around him. Then, when Rean made a push forward, to stick his meat tool up to the root inside, she literally gushed as she exhaled, and her arms tightened around his neck.

Everything was new, so she relied completely on her body's instincts. Though unaware of it, her body was doing its best to fully reciprocate Rean's advance. Her hot, wet, flesh pot continued to churn and squeeze around him like a living thing. So even as he pulled in and out, making her whimper from the feel of being hollowed out by his girth, she also made him gasp from the jolts of pleasure that came shooting up his spine. Both of them started grunting like animals, moaning at his every thrust. Chills ran up her spine, as their fucking continued in earnest.

"Senpai… senpai…"

"D—damn… damn it, Schwarzer… You really can do a number… on a girl… damn, might get… addicted… haaahh!"

Giving way completely to instincts, their secret coupling intensified, the room echoing with the loud, meat slaps of their union as he buried his cock inside her, again and again. And she, bouncing along wildly on top of Rean, uncaring that her boobs kept jiggling in front of his eyes. Subconsciously, she kept her thighs wide open, so as to accommodate his length as much as she could. She basked in the feeling of pumping her body in tune with another's, especially with a confident young man with boundless energy like this. His cock was like a tuning device that kept her engine running, the erotic fire seeping into every last inch of her body.

To Rean, this unveiling of the womanly nature behind Angelica's usual façade was like icing to a delicious cake. Every whimper she made, every moan that escaped her throat, every word she gasped out, in response to his loving, fuels him to greater heights. He pinched and licked her boobs, leaving many marks there.

Angelica closed her eyes, her body keenly feeling every single thrust into her deepest core. The relentless grind inside her eventually broke down her resolve to remain stoic and composed; and eventually she stopped knuckling down on the strain and let loose: with a big howl of pleasure. The release of her pent-up emotions caused a corresponding batch of cum to coat their joined crotches, bathing the room in her musk.

"Ohhh! Yes! So! Good! So! Good!"

Rean's hips went into overdrive, quickly exploiting the advantage. He slammed her into the wall, pounding into her without rest. Shock after shock raced up Angelica's spine, giving her pleasure-addled brain no rest.

But she was determined not to completely fold. She kissed him again, using her tongue to clean out his mouth while her cunt-hole slid and coiled around his length. For however he tried to remain stoic, he cannot stop his own moans as his cock was tormented from base to tip, and as deep as he was inside near all of his length was subject to her cum-inducing counter-attack. Seizing the moment, Angelica slammed back with equal force and determination, each meaty slap causing his knees to buckle from the strain. She tweaked and twisted her hips, rotating, gyrating, until his breath fell to mere panting. The whole room echoed with the sound of their joined agony, her high-pitched squeals and moans contrasting with his grunts and groans, all while the staccato of their wild lovemaking continued.

For as much as she wanted to dominate, the animal need to be filled, to be conquered, could also not be denied. For as much as she wanted to ride him to an insensate mess a part of her relished the feel of being split in two by his iron rod, to have her holes ravaged and filled by his meat. And so their lovemaking reached a feverish high, from which neither one backed down.

Their tongues were locked together once more. Sweat dripped down their bodies liberally, making their bare skin glint in the dim light. Rean's only focus is on pounding her into mush; but she rode him like her bike, fearlessly and in complete control. He snarled into her mouth; she giggled even as her whole body heated up from the extreme pleasure, her loud moaning a symphony.

"Sen… pai…!" he growled, as his climax came, his pumping cock exploding as her pussy, as if sensing his release, clenched tight. She clawed his skin as she felt him cum, felt him freeze and push his cock as deep as he was able, and shoot out jets of his cum into her deepest parts.

They huddled together in the aftermath, their bodies still riding the orgasmic wave. For Rean it was always the best experience to nut an entire load inside a beautiful woman, feeling her insides close around him. Angelica for her part was marveling at the intense feel of being filled by a strong, vigorous man, something she rarely experienced. They could feel the other's body heat, warming them as much as they added their own, and could feel the raid pulse of their beating heartbeats, to signal the high-intensity workout they'd just experienced.

After some time, his cock, still erect and crowned proudly by her juices, slipped out from her cunt, allowing their excess fluid to flow down her thighs, unable to stopped up by her aching, gaping folds.

"Shit," she said, after a while, her arms still splayed around Rean. "That was something." She felt refreshed, as if she'd run through a very taxing, but enjoyable gauntlet.

"Haha, yeah," Rean said, as the last few wads of his cum splattered against her thigh, though she didn't protest. He looked down. "Oh, man, we made a mess of our pants."

Even after just having sex with the young man, Angelica still felt overly conscious of his erect prick, as if it were a weapon bared. And, in a way, it kind of was.

She cursed under her breath, knowing they couldn't just walk out of here with their pants still soaked in their combined juices, and their upper clothes also bearing the same soiled state.

They managed to sneak away and borrowed some clothes from some poor chaps. Then, it was a cat-and-mouse game with the teachers on duty, as they fought to return to their respective dorms. They went to Angelica's room first, because it was closer.

One would have thought that it should have been the end to their little tryst. But, standing there in front of the door, something stirred between either of them, like a beast prodded awake once more. They slammed the door behind them, their bodies coming together in another desperate embrace, their mouths entangled once more in a fiery kiss, while they dragged themselves and the other towards the bed, from where they wasted no time getting back into it. Off went the borrowed clothes, and now they were completely naked and bared, caring nothing but the pleasure they could find in the other's bodies.

They both moaned and thrashed on the bed, their bodies moving frantically against each other as if it was the last thing they were allowed to do. He sucked her nipples, and spread her legs just enough for him to slip more easily into her hole. She's pulling against him, coaxing more and more of his thrusts with every squeeze of her insides while her hands stroke and squeeze his butt. And, of course, their mouths continued to speak for what their words could not, slipping tongues into and out, coiling, feeding saliva to each other.

"Fuck me harder! Harder, damn it!" she screamed.

He's slamming into her so hard the bed made ominous creaking sounds, as if it's about to break. Every penetrating thrust brings out a torrential gush of her fluids, staining the sheets. He used long, deep strokes, then shallow, quick strokes, then alternating: in, out, then grind to the side, all to draw out her pleasure. His speed rapidly went up, her butt practically slapping and rippling against his hips, as a furnace continued to build up heat in their cores.

Her counter-attack was subtle, but it still revealed much of his glaring weakness—that of being attacked in his weakest point. She knew now how to tease groans out of him: a little squeeze with her cunt here, a little gyration of her hips there. Eventually, her playful assassination of his pride and restraint had him bellowing as he pinned her against the bed, using his body to keep her still while his hips pounded vengefully into her, while she yowled happily in response.

Their coupling's like a beast-like thing now, wild and ravenous, and they pant, sweat, grunt, and moan as they kept on demanding even more pleasures, kept on seeking the best the other could manage as their temporary lover. The fact that it was temporary did not stop them from fucking like rabbits, as if they desperately wanted to breed a new generation. Even she was getting into it now, allowing him to position her body anyway he wished like a sex doll only as long as he kept ramming his thick, lovely cock into her. She willingly traded her dignity and pride as long as it brought her sweet, agonizing pleasure in turn, which was exactly how Rean wanted it.

"Fuck! Yes! Yes!" she cried, his fingertips digging into her asscheeks as he pounded her even harder, their cries echoing all over the walls, as he furiously set to making a small-sized Angelica-shaped imprint on the creaking bed. The headboard slammed into the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time. In tune with the noise was the sound of her desperate pleas as she kept begging for his cock—fill me more, fuck me loose.

They rutted like beasts for a long time, right into the night. They were mindful enough of the risks that they stopped just in time for curfew—which Rean still narrowly missed.

From that moment on their relationship returned to how it used to be. Both of them had the mental fortitude to keep it to themselves, especially in the presence of others. But even when they found themselves alone, they were able to keep up a calm appearance and a polite demeanor towards each other without even betraying a hint or reference towards the "incident"—not that they ever referred to it by that word, or any other word. Admittedly, it remained in the back of their minds, especially when they had no choice but to look the other person in the eye, aware that the other one was thinking the same thoughts, remembered the same memories.

Eventually, they would become friends, of sorts, but not a whisper or a mention of their little tryst would ever pass either of their lips.

Still, one could not deny that they had each given each other an awesome experience to remember for the rest of their days.

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