Unexpected Catfight?! Back Home – Home Sweet Home!
I got home. Home sweet home! It was past 2 p.m. I gathered in the living room with my stepmom, Romi, and Sona.
I had something to announce.
"Son, what's going on?"
"I've been confirmed for the contest."
"Hm? Oh, that MMA tournament you mentioned last time?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh my, congratulations! My son is going to shine brighter than anyone now?!"
Stepmom was thrilled like it was her own achievement. As expected, she had that bubbly, stepmom charm. I scratched my cheek. I hadn't accomplished anything yet, but I was definitely going to shine brighter than anyone.
That's why I'm entering.
On the other hand, Romi was shaking her bare feet alternately while sitting. Her pale white soles glistened in the sunlight. With her haughty expression, she teased me as always.
"Ooh... no, don't embarrass yourself, you loser. Hehe."
"Hey, shut your mouth!"
Finally, Sona. She looked at me in surprise, then smiled warmly. Ah, that smile. Just seeing it melted away the day's fatigue – a heartwarming smile!
"You're finally going for it?"
"Yeah. I'll do my best."
"But is it some kind of observation variety show? Like, staying a few days?"
"No. It all wraps up in one day."
I pulled out my phone. There was a KakaoTalk message with info on the Necromancy Contest I'd be entering. What a perfect name. I explained calmly.
"There are 32 participants including me, and we'll fight someone in a similar weight class for the preliminaries."
"More than I thought."
"They were planning for 100 originally, but changed it to raise the quality."
"So how does the fighting work?"
I smiled at stepmom's question. She really was the model parent. Not mechanically opposing what her kid wanted to do, but showing genuine interest and asking seriously.
"It's two rounds of three minutes. First, interviews about how we got into fighting, our mindset, stuff like that."
Romi looked impressed, pretending to know.
"Oh, showing each participant's backstory? Like how novels or webtoons reveal character arcs."
"Yeah, exactly!"
"Hehe, suits a loser like you perfectly!"
Romi grinned cheekily. I couldn't help but chuckle. She really knew her stories – perfect for handling webtoon plots.
Huh.
Meanwhile, Sona was pouting. She'd gotten jealous seeing me smile with Romi. I cleared my throat and continued.
"Then the top 16 do a cage tournament all in one day."
"So lose and you're out?"
"Pretty much, but if they like your story or see potential, maybe not. Oh, and some famous foreign fighter's coming to judge."
"Foreign fighter? Who?"
Sona's eyes sparkled as she asked. Not someone women would know, but I answered anyway.
"Yair Rodriguez, a famous Mexican fighter."
The women all tilted their heads. Figures they wouldn't know. I chuckled and gave an example.
"Like, in singers, Legendary Boys level?"
"Ah, that big?"
"Super flashy and amazing fighter."
"Oh my, such a big name coming to watch!"
I smiled. He wasn't exactly invited – coming for camaraderie with the zombie fighters. It showed how huge his legacy in the WFC was. This would be great motivation.
Performing in front of a world-class fighter? My heart swells just thinking about it.
This Necromancy Contest was basically the audition right before the official numbered events. Good results here could lead to the real deal. And if I crushed it there?
Best case, official contract or Road to WFC. Worst case, still decent fight money.
I wouldn't lose anyway. Plans were already swirling in my head. No falling behind.
Sona suddenly sat beside me and patted my shoulder.
"Our... Si-hyeok can do it!"
"Haha, thanks."
Romi's face soured across from us. As expected, she scooted over and hugged my arm openly. Romi's scent – been a while.
"Hmph, you're a loser, but I'll cheer for you! Who's the only one cheering for a loser anyway?"
"Y-yeah."
Now Sona hugged my arm. Her irresistible, full breasts wrapped around it.
"Hehe, knew you'd cheer? It'll be half-hearted though."
"Huh? No it's not! What do you know?"
"Then say you will. Why get so worked up? Hehe."
"Grr, you breast pig!"
"Pigs can diet at least. What's no breasts?"
"Hmph, must suck carrying those around. Poor thing♥"
Another fierce catfight erupted. Stuck in the middle, I was awkward. Invisible blades flew from both sides. They fought scary good.
But I love it. Even this!
Awkward but thrilled. Two girlfriends fighting over me! Was this a love triangle?
They both think they're number one.
I glanced across. Stepmom was beaming as she watched. Had she figured something out? She cupped her cheeks, shaking with excitement. Her breasts jiggled hugely. Boing boing♥
"How heartwarming. So nice to watch!"
"Y-yeah."
"So you're going alone?"
"No, with the gym crew."
"Oh, who?"
"Seung-hee from before, and Coach Ji Sang-min."
Stepmom had visited the gym once and knew their faces. Everyone stared at her back then. She nodded slowly.
"Gym owner's busy?"
"Probably. Gotta coordinate other fighters too."
"Ah. Our son can do it!"
"Thanks."
A warm hand stroked my head – Sona. Then Romi massaged my thigh. This was getting dangerous.
"When do you go?"
I nodded at Romi's question.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Hoo, I have work then. Wanted to go with."
Sona's eyes lit up like she'd been waiting. She pulled my arm closer.
"I'm free then. Si-hyeok, mind if I come?"
"Huh? But it might be awkward."
Sona had never been to the gym. Might feel out of place. Still, she smiled warmly.
"Nah, it's fine. Just one day. Should I cheerlead and dance?"
"No, no, nothing like that."
"Reaaally?"
She smiled slyly, pressing closer. My arm sank into her cleavage. Her body was violently hot.
But isn't this risky?
I smiled awkwardly. She had fans and strangers there. Dancing as a cheerleader? Pure aggro.
I imagined her dressed like that, splitting her legs. Fuck, that'd be hot. Especially pounding her mid-performance? Kuhu.
My dick twitched just thinking. What a perv I was.
Stepmom stood.
"Alright, girls. That's enough."
"Tch."
"Hehe."
Stepmom came over, stroking my head warmly. She beamed and nodded.
"Get ready and rest well."
"Yeah, I will."
I headed to my room, packing lightly. The gym crew had the rest. I smiled.
Feels solid. Like another family.
I lay on the bed, relaxing. Eyes closed, hoping tomorrow would be blue skies. Yeah, time to tear it up. I'd shine the brightest.
Morning came. Quick wash, breakfast, cheers, then to the gym. But everyone stared at me – not just for the contest.
"Whoa, she's gorgeous. Who is she?"
"Goddess, total goddess."
"Idol? Model?"
"If I dated a girl like that, I'd KO Mark Coleman too!"
It was because of Sona beside me. I admired her too. Already pretty, but dressed up, she drew eyes.
Ji Sang-min and Heo Seung-hee approached with gear.
"Si-hyeok, you made it."
"Yeah, hyung."
"Hm? Who's this?"
"Oh, my gir... sister."
"Nice. You're beautiful. Pleased to meet you."
"Yes!"
Sona replied brightly. Seung-hee greeted cheerfully too. Always so energetic, like the sun.
"Nice to meet you, unnie!"
"Yeah, sure."
Sona replied coldly for some reason. Seung-hee tilted her head at me questioningly. Uh, no idea. Why was Sona like this?
Sang-min led the way.
"Alright, gym van time."
"Thanks so much."
"Tell the owner later. He's at another gym now."
"Got it! Let's go!"
We headed down together. Boarded the van with excitement. Sang-min drove. Me and Sona in back. Seung-hee up front. Off we went energetically.
Whew, kinda nervous.
Sona smiled brightly at me, like pure happiness.
"Nervous?"
"A bit."
"It's fine, I'm cheering. Hehe."
She hugged my right arm, smiling warmly. Strength surged from nowhere.
Then I saw Seung-hee. Casual tone.
"You two seem super close. Weird."
"Huh?"
Sona asked blankly. Definitely off. I'd never seen how she acted with non-family or colleagues.
But cold to Seung-hee? Why?
Seung-hee overflowed positivity. If she were a guy, we'd live together already. Sparring partner like that? Blessing.
Seung-hee chuckled.
"No, just saying, looks like a couple. Siblings that close? Wild."
"Yeah, we're close. Really. You two aren't?"
"Huh, no. We're pretty close. Haha."
Seung-hee laughed awkwardly. Shocked. Sona this cold? Bad day?
No, why? Seung-hee's hot but just a friend.
Panicking. Seung-hee waved at me laughing.
"Hey, Si-hyeok. Let me see your hand."
"Why? Like this?"
I raised it slightly. She sighed.
"Tape properly this time. Don't half-ass it and get hurt."
"Wasn't hurt. Just uncomfortable."
"Hehe, such an idiot. Can't even tape."
"I know how. Hard alone."
"Sure, sure."
Playful as always. Tension eased anyway. Sona just glared coldly at Seung-hee.
Scary as hell!
Awkwardness filled the ride. Past 11 a.m., we arrived. Sang-min parked.
"This it? Zombienation."
"Yeah, studio building. Casual three-story."
"Yep."
We got out, headed in. Sang-min chuckled.
"Confident?"
"Gonna tear 'em up."
"Kuh, that's it. Shine for Amur Draka Gym, Si-hyeok!"
"Will do!"
Sona and Seung-hee's eyes locked on me. They smiled warmly, nodding. I gave a 'victory assured' look. Entered the building, heart pounding.