Let's Date

Yoon Arin turned out to have a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance. Or rather, she seemed to.

At first she drained her glasses at a rapid pace.

But as time went on, those pale cheeks of hers slowly flushed a deeper and deeper red.

"……Hey."

After emptying a glass she had long since lost count of, Arin opened her mouth. Her voice was a little loose around the edges.

"I, uh…… I've only ever known fighting my whole life."

She looked down at her glass as she spoke, slow and quiet.

"Winning, and winning again…… But I've never once fought like that—putting my entire self on the line."

I listened without a word.

"But yesterday. When I fought you…… that was the first time. The first time I poured everything I had into it."

Arin lifted her head.

Those blue eyes, moist with drink, looked straight at me.

"I lost…… I definitely lost. But somehow…… I'm happy. Weird, right?"

"……It's not weird."

I answered slowly.

"Same for me. Fighting you yesterday was really fun. First time in a long while."

At that, Arin's eyes widened a little.

Then she dropped her gaze, as if she didn't know what to do with herself. Those flushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cheeks burned even redder.

The bar's dim lighting washed over us. Somewhere along the way, the distance between us had drawn in close.

Yoon Arin's head was spinning.

She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the man sitting right in front of her. Maybe both.

Her heart had been hammering like crazy for a while now.

Even when she'd been dancing on the edge of life and death in the ring, it had never pounded like this. The warmth of the man beside her, the almost-but-not-quite brush of their shoulders—it all kept snagging on her nerves.

……What is this feeling.

It was a sensation she had never once experienced in her entire life.

Being this restless next to someone.

Having her chest drop at a single casual word from the other person—all of it was brand new to Yoon Arin.

But she didn't hate it.

If anything, she wanted to get closer.

"……Yoon Arin?"

Hyunwoo called her name.

The moment that low voice brushed her ear—

"……Yeah?"

Arin lifted her head without thinking. Their eyes met. Under the hazy light, those eyes looking at her.

She couldn't hold back anymore.

Who moved first—she couldn't quite remember.

It might have been her. It might have been him. All she knew was that when she came back to herself── their lips were pressed together.

Soft.

Nothing like the bloody collision they'd shared in the ring yesterday. Completely different.

Her mind went blank white.

The alcohol, the body heat, the sound of her own heartbeat all tangled together── and Yoon Arin simply surrendered herself to the moment.

The undefeated champion who had won fight after fight.

The absolute powerhouse who had never trembled before any strong opponent.

Right now she was crumbling helplessly in front of one man.

And yet strangely, this defeat── was sweeter than any victory she had ever known.

How long did it last?

Their lips parted, and Arin caught her breath in short gasps.

With her face burning red, eyes shining wet, she looked up at him.

And whispered, barely more than a murmur.

"……I don't want to go home like this tonight."

Arin's eyes were already unfocused, the alcohol riding her as high as it could go.

I wrapped an arm around her waist and hurried her stumbling steps toward a nearby motel.

The second the room door shut, Arin threw her arms around my neck like she was finally letting out a breath she'd been holding, and crashed her lips into mine. If the kiss we'd shared in the ring yesterday had been a blood-scented battle, this one was shy, almost tender.

I laid her on the bed and tore open the buttons of her dress with rough hands.

Pop… pop…

When her pale skin was bare under the light, Arin's full breasts rose and fell hard. Her body was hotter than yesterday, maybe from the drink.

"Hyunwoo…… haah, nngh…… please, just hold me……."

I spread her legs wide and settled between them. Unlike yesterday when I'd driven into her like an animal, tonight I wanted to look into her eyes a little more.

"Arin, just for this moment…… can you just be my woman?"

At my words, Arin smiled—tears still clinging to her lashes, the smile both sweet and provocative. Her hand stroked gently over my chest as she answered.

"……Do whatever you want. You…… already beat my everything."

Before I invaded her deepest place, a mischievous urge hit me. I pressed the swollen head of my cock lightly against her entrance—already flushed and tight—and began to rub it slowly back and forth.

"Haah, haah…… does it hurt? Or…… does it feel good?"

I deliberately didn't thrust deep, just teased the sensitive folds of her entrance, drawing slow circles.

"Hnnn…… nngh, ah……."

Arin's breathing turned ragged. Her walls, still clenched shut, fluttered and twitched as if chasing after the head of my cock. When I kept tormenting only the entrance without going in, Arin grew frantic and locked her legs around my waist.

"Don't tease meee……."

Face blazing with embarrassment, she looked up at me with wet eyes and begged. The proud figure from yesterday was nowhere to be found. Only the eyes of a woman starved for pleasure remained.

"Hmm? Don't tease me…… please, inside…… fill me all the way up……."

"Like this? Or should I scrape you a little more?"

When I pretended to pull back, she dug her nails into my back and yanked me deeper. Her moans—half frustration, half shame—filled the room, raw and electric.

"Ah, no…… hah, don't run…… hurry…… hurry and put it in……."

At that, I couldn't hold back any longer. I gripped her hips tight and drove into her deepest place in one heavy thrust, leaving no room for escape.

Squelch—!!

"Aaaah…! Nngh, uuuugh…!!"

Arin's back arched like a drawn bow.

Her inner walls clamped down hard, as if trying to swallow me whole. Her body, honed by years of training, was alive with muscle, and the sensation of those firm walls strangling my cock was incredible.

"Ha, haah…… does it hurt? Or…… does it feel good?"

"Hnn, ugh…… it's too…… big……! My insides feel like they're going to split…… but, hnn…… don't stop……."

I gripped her thighs even harder and picked up the pace.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Arin screamed—pain and pleasure tangled together—and carved nail marks into my shoulders.

"Ah, aaah! Haah, Hyunwoo……! There, there……! Aaaah, aaaaah!"

Every time I slammed heavily against the mouth of her womb, Arin's eyes rolled white. Hot juices ran down my cock and soaked the sheets.

I claimed her mouth again, deep.

"Mmph, nngh…!"

Arin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wrapped her tongue around mine and rolled her hips like she was losing her mind.

Animal panting, the wet slap of skin, and her pitiful little sobs all mixed together.

"Haah, haah…… no, it's too…… too deep……! I, I think I'm gonna come……!"

"You can come. So fall apart as much as you want in front of me."

I locked my hands on her hips and drove my waist even harder. The sensation of bottoming out against her womb made Arin's body go rigid and start to spasm. Then her tight hole clamped down on me to the root and began pouring hot liquid from deep inside.

"Aaaaaaah!! Ah, aaaah! Haah, haah……!"

As she climaxed, Arin clung to my neck so hard it felt like she might break it and howled.

Every muscle in her body trembled, and the crushing pressure around me made me lose the last of my reason as well.

"Ah, aaah! Hyunwoo…… look at me, please…… look at me……."

While we stayed tangled like beasts devouring each other, strange words spilled from Arin's mouth—words she had probably never said in her life.

"Hnn, nngh……! Harder, harder…… I want your cock to wreck me completely inside……! So please…… deeper, even deeper……!"

"Arin, do you even know what you're saying right now?"

"I know…… I know everything. So…… please, don't stop. Fill me…… completely with you. So I never, ever forget……."

Her provocative begging snapped the last thread of my self-control. I twisted my grip on her hips and pounded mercilessly into the deepest part of her cervix.

"Ah, aaaah! Yes……! There, right there…… Hyunwoo……! Break me more, wreck me more……!"

She screamed—pain and ecstasy tangled—yet she looked like she was savoring the way her body was being conquered.

"Arin, you really…… I don't think you'll be able to get back in the ring after this."

At my teasing joke she shook her head and roughly claimed my sweat-slicked lips.

"…No need to go back… now… my whole world…… is you…"

In a voice that already sounded half-gone, she called my name and wrapped her legs around my waist again.

"Haah, haah…… I love you, Hyunwoo……."

The night was still long.

So I freely licked the tears from Arin's wet cheeks and thrust into her deepest place again and again, invading her completely.

Morning sunlight stabbed through the gap in the curtains and pricked my eyelids.

A sore waist, the nail marks all over my body like medals. And the steady sound of breathing right beside me.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Yoon Arin's naked body—the same body that had tangled so fiercely with mine last night. The face that had radiated killing intent in the ring just two days ago was now sleeping soundly, completely at peace with the world.

……Ah, shit.

My mind snapped clear.

Last night I'd been too drunk on alcohol and instinct to notice, but when I coldly assessed the situation, cold sweat ran down my back. I had completely wrecked the strongest person in the setting—the main heroine whose capture rate had been a flat 0%—last night.

But right after that, the corner of my mouth twitched upward. What was done was done. If I couldn't reverse it, then enjoying it was the champion's way.

I grinned and lightly scratched the bridge of Arin's nose with a fingertip.

"Mmm……."

Arin scrunched her brow like it tickled and turned her head.

I didn't stop—poked her smooth shoulder, tugged her hair, and lightly tickled her ear.

"Nngh…… Hyunwoo……?"

Arin slowly opened dazed eyes. Messy blonde hair and unfocused pupils. The vicious look from the ring was gone; she looked like a puppy just waking up, and I couldn't help laughing.

"Wake up, Arin. The sun's up."

"Uuu…… what time is it……."

Arin mumbled and burrowed into my chest.

Maybe because of how intensely we'd made love all night, she'd gotten a lot more clingy in the meantime.

My mischievous side kicked in. I locked my arms around her waist and rolled us both off the bed.

"Kyaa! Wh-what are you doing!?"

Arin hit the floor, shook out her tangled hair, and glared at me. But there wasn't a shred of killing intent in that look—only a strange, full affection.

"You, seriously…… last night you were so sweet, and now this first thing in the morning!"

"You were already awake. Don't pretend you were sleeping."

"……I was not."

The way she threw the pillow back at me with a face burning red made her look exactly like someone who'd been caught faking sleep.

I laughed and caught the pillow.

We bickered like that for a while, until the atmosphere suddenly settled. Inside the small room, even the city noise outside the window felt distant. I carefully brushed Arin's messy hair back behind her ear.

"……Arin."

At my voice, Arin's eyes wavered. Sensing the change, she dropped the playfulness and looked up at me with a tense face.

"……What. Why so serious all of a sudden."

"I'm not usually good at this kind of thing."

Even as I said it, a hollow laugh rose inside me.

This kind of thing.

Confessions and the like.

I'd never done it once in my entire life.

When I thought about it, it was funny.

I was the guy who never flinched in front of anyone in the octagon.

Even in title fights with tens of thousands watching, no matter how vicious the opponent, my heart had always stayed cold as ice. That was Champion Kang Hyunwoo.

But right now, just from holding her hand, my heart was going berserk.

More nervous than the moment I'd grabbed the championship belt.

I swallowed dryly; my throat was parched.

In one corner of my head, a cold voice spoke.

Get a grip. You've only known each other for a single day.

You first traded fists two days ago, and this is literally inside an eroge.

You still don't even know if this is a dream or reality, and you're talking about dating?

All of it was true. I knew that.

And yet my mouth moved on its own.

"……Want to go out with me?"

The second I said it, I was the one more shocked. There was no taking it back.

Arin's eyes shook hard.

"……Go out? We've only…… known each other for a single day."

At that trembling voice, my heart actually settled instead.

Yeah, I know it's fast. My head knows it a hundred times over. But strangely── I didn't regret it.

It had been like this since the first night.

Every time I closed my eyes, this woman appeared.

The face that smiled while bleeding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the ring, the way she hid behind her cup at the café, the expression of pure happiness over a single piece of meat.

Every single one of those images refused to leave my head. That had never happened to me in my life.

I'd only ever known fighting.

I never had the room—or the intention—to hold someone in my heart.

But this woman had completely scrambled that hard head of mine in just one day.

"……I know. It's fast."

I admitted it honestly. I didn't want to make some clumsy excuse.

"But what can I do. From the second I first saw you, I just keep thinking about you."

"……."

"Whether it's a day or a month, what does that matter. I just…… like you."

After saying it, something in my chest felt lighter.

A man who had only ever expressed himself with his fists had finally put his heart into words for the first time. Clumsy and rough, but not a single lie in the confession.

Moisture slowly rose in Arin's blue eyes.

The woman who had reigned as the undefeated champion now looked like she might cry from a single sentence of mine. Looking at her like that made a corner of my chest ache.

"……Unfair. Saying something like that."

Arin hung her head low and tightly laced her fingers with mine.

"……Me too. Honestly, ever since I first met you…… I haven't been able to think about anyone but you."

At those words my heart slammed hard again. Relief, joy—or maybe both. Even I couldn't tell.

"……So. Yeah."

Arin lifted her head. Eyes still brimming with tears, she looked straight at me anyway.

"Let's date. Us."

In that instant I pulled her into my arms without another thought. The shoulders in my embrace were trembling faintly.

There were no words. I just held her quietly until the trembling stopped. Somehow it traveled all the way to the ends of my arms—that this was a woman who had probably never been held like this by anyone in her whole life.

I still don't know how I ended up dropped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into this world.

I still can't even be sure whether this is a dream or reality. But at least right now, this warmth in my arms── didn't feel fake.

Even if all of this had been decided by someone else, meeting this woman alone would never be a bad deal.

No matter how fucked up this setting is, I swore I would take responsibility for this one woman until the end.

And I quietly tightened my arms around her.