10. Is this how you do it?
10. Is this how you do it?
After the negotiation was dramatically concluded, the two had another secret meeting. They decided to meet in the simulation on Sunday, when they were at least guaranteed some free time.
That was the first Sunday after the negotiation.
The two went to the simulation room, put on the devices, and logged into the virtual reality. Of course, they took seats far apart to act like they had nothing to do with each other.
The more Alisa used this body enhancement, the more addicted she felt to its alluring power. It was like the thrill of driving a high-performance sports car down an open road. That electrifying feeling of transcending human limits was, to her, no different from the sex that others were so crazy about.
The two created a separate secret room and logged in there. Seeing him approach with a lewd, smirking grin, disgust surged within her. ...But since she was the one learning, she had to force herself to suppress the words that were rising up.
"But I'm the type to push without mercy. Well..., that's fine, right?"
"Do whatever you want."
Hmph. Alisa scoffed internally.
I just need to suck out the sweet nectar. I don't care how this guy acts.
"Riiight..., you said you wanted to learn combat techniques, right? How, specifically?"
"I want to improve my skills. I feel like I'm still a bit lacking."
"Skills?"
Kal scoffed at the mention of skills.
"You look like you've been swinging a sword for quite a while, but your skill level was already set from the start. Your talent is so mediocre that that's as far as you go. There's no more skill to gain."
This bastard, seriously...!
How can he be such a prick with his words? Alisa felt the urge to stab Kal right in that mouth of his.
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Forget about trying to improve your raw skill and focus on increasing your adaptability. That increases the more experience you pile up. If your adaptability increases, it can cover up your lacking skills to some extent."
If she could equip a higher-grade body enhancement on top of that, she could display even better performance, but unfortunately, with her financial means, she couldn't even dream of low-grade stuff, let alone high-grade, so he didn't even mention it.
"Yeah, so how do I grow that?"
"You just have to fight like hell, and it'll increase on its own. Oh, of course, your head has to be screwed on right. Sometimes there are idiots with low intelligence who can't even do that."
Kal gave a wicked, teasing grin.
"Still, I don't think you're that much of a moron, though...."
Alisa was dying to get back at this man who looked down on her with every word.
She silently took a combat stance. He also let out a hehe, lewd laugh and gripped his cutting sword tightly.
And the two soon clashed. She swung her sword truly desperately. From that, he could indirectly feel how desperately she wanted to become a knight.
Once the fight began in earnest, the playful atmosphere from just a moment ago vanished without a trace. She barely parried his sword, which was rushing in with tremendous momentum, and waited and waited for an opening.
Of course, Kal, who was far above Alisa, could see right through what she was thinking.
Sorry, but I don't make mistakes.
His fighting style was on a different trajectory from ordinary swordsmanship. He used his fists, feet, and even the surrounding terrain equally. To some, it might look like a crude fighting method, but conversely, when taken to the extreme, there was nothing as tricky as this. In swordsmanship, the sword has a clear limit to the trajectory it can move in, but using everything meant that there was that much more freedom of choice for the next attack.
I hope this picky bitch realizes that.
He struck her down with his sword, punched her with his fist, and kicked her with his foot. She was truly going crazy at this rootless attack. She felt like she could last much longer if they only clashed swords, but when a fist or foot flew out of nowhere, she would soon panic. Once her breathing was disrupted like that, the rest was just getting beaten terribly until she died.
Having revived three times, she finally couldn't hold back her surging emotions and exploded.
"No, damn it, teach me properly. Why are you just beating me up like this!"
"This is the perfect teaching method for you, you bitch. If you don't know your place, just do as you're told. It's always the ones who can't do anything who have such loose mouths."
You fucker, fuck...!
She thought that a knight swearing wasn't classy, so she tended to refrain from it as much as possible, but when she was with this guy, it was incredibly hard to hold back the curses that kept exploding out.
"You, son of a bitch!"
Then, this time, she got hit square in the face with a punch. Argh. With her nose bleeding profusely in an unsightly manner, she swung her sword wildly, driven by spite.
However, Kal skillfully parried it and taught her a lesson again by stabbing her limbs with his sword and kicking her.
Panting and collapsed, she struggled while cursing, "Son of a bitch—", before her head was pierced by his sword and she died.
And she revived again.
"Do you get it now?"
"Shut uuuup!"
Alisa, whose anger had already reached the top of her head, tried with all her might to land a hit on Kal somehow. Seeing her rush at him, screaming while trying to do the impossible, he couldn't help but laugh. Even if she lacked talent, fortunately, she had grit, so it was fun to teach her. ...Actually, rather than fun to teach, it was closer to fun to torment.
Still, in conclusion, since both he and she were winning, wouldn't it be good for both of them?
"Don't act like you're empty-headed, think, you idiot. Are you going to keep dying the same way? Huh? You fuck, if you don't have talent, you should at least have some intuition."
"Son of a biiiitch!!"
But it seemed like expecting that much from her on the first day was a bit too much to ask. Well, what can you do. I'll just have to beat the hell out of her until she realizes it.
Like that, Alisa repeated getting beaten and dying seventeen times throughout the morning.
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"Ah, I want to suck a dick."
The female cadet sitting across from Alisa suddenly said that out of the blue while stuffing her face with food. Her hazy, unfocused gaze was fixed on Kal in the distance and wouldn't let go.
"If Kal told me to suck his dick, I could really suck and lick it all day long. I could even lick his asshole. Ah, I could just do whatever he tells me to do...."
Then, the buzz-cut female cadet sitting next to her giggled lewdly.
"Why would that guy be crazy enough to play with a face-smashed girl like you? Pretty girls must be lined up for him."
"Ah fuck, I can have such fantasies, can't I? Why are you picking a fight for no reason, you bitch."
The team member, seeing the team leader just moving her spoon while ignoring them, asked in a subtle voice with a smirk.
"Team leader, is there no guy you're interested in? Someone like you, team leader, could easily snag a guy."
"Hey, hey, drop it. Our exemplary team leader has zero interest in dick-heads, that's what I'm saying."
"Team leader, are you a virgin by the way?"
"Nah, there's no way the team leader is a virgin, right? Pretty face, big boobs, good family... Fuck, a truckload of dicks she's fucked would come out."
Everyone was in the mood that the 'Team Leader Virgin Pussy Theory' was nonsense. ...However, unfortunately, the team leader's pussy was a natural, unexplored territory that had never even been touched by a guy's hand, let alone a dick. That 'Virgin Pussy Theory' they thought was ridiculous was actually true.
Of course, Alisa didn't feel the need to reveal her physical secrets to others, so she just answered with a smile as always. Actually, she didn't want to force a smile like that, but she still had to maintain minimal networking.
"I wonder if his dick is this big? Or maybe this much? They say it's fucking huge, I really want to see it once."
The female cadet clenched her fist and tapped her wrist with her other hand, making a dick shape. Seeing that, everyone burst into laughter.
"Damn, that would burst a pussy."
"It's a hole that babies come out of, so if you shove it in, it'll go in."
"True, your pussy is so loose that it wouldn't even matter if you put a fist in it, right?"
"Hey you bitch, cut it out."
"Reeee-reeee-reeee."
The buzz-cut woman made a stupid face and teased her peer.
Even though the team members were making such a ruckus, Alisa's mind was only lingering on the desperate battle scene from earlier that morning.
She knew there was a significant difference since she had experienced it once, but she didn't know it would be so different that she couldn't even do anything. ...Even if the guy was a fucking despicable son of a bitch, he was definitely a genius.
Still, after dying and reviving nearly twenty times and getting beaten to a pulp, she felt like she understood something. She kept running simulations in her head, replaying the battle scenes and wondering what it would have been like if she had blocked or counterattacked in a different way.
...It actually seemed quite helpful....
It was definitely different from the rigid swordsmanship sparring. If that felt like sparring, this was very similar to a real battle. No, it wasn't just similar, it was exactly like a real battle. Look at how many times she died.
It felt like if she kept training like this, her fighting skills would skyrocket later. It would be perfect if that bastard was just a little kinder and gentler..., but looking at his personality, it seemed impossible to hope for that.
Son of a bitch.... I'll land a hit on him someday. For real. Definitely.
Before her training with him ended, landing a hit on him just to show him became her absolute wish.
She firmly believed in herself, without a doubt, that if she worked hard, it would definitely happen someday.
Belief in herself—.
Alisa was comparable to a genius talent in that one thing alone.