Billy practices “losing”

As much as he hated to do this, Billy knew that he had to. If he was going to fake this knockout, it had to be convincing. Too many questions would be asked if people are able to realize that he’s only pretending to get KO’d by Selena - questions that might reveal the very secret he was trying to hide with this sacrifice. He couldn’t let people find out about the Karen defeat on top of seeing this impending Selena one.

But Billy didn’t have any practice acting like he was losing, or getting knocked out. He wasn’t sure he could make it look as convincing as it needed to be. So, after a few weeks of training Selena, he started adding in little moments where he could try and get used to it. Little times where she’d hit him, and he’d stumble. Little times where it looked, just for a second, like he might lose to her in the training.

He wanted to make it look good. And at first, when she landed a jab and he just stumbled slightly, he could tell it wasn’t convincing. His legs didn’t wobble enough, the timing of the reaction was off. Over time he would have to make it more realistic. But to Selena, who didn’t know any better, that little moment was everything.

“Woah! You stumbled! Was that good? Was that good!?”

And so he kept on training her, simultaneously teaching her how to fight while himself learning how to “lose”. Over the following weeks, Billy kept gradually working up the damage she could inflict on him - once he’d mastered the stumble, he practiced the momentary giving out of his legs, then the gasping post-combo recovery.

Selena was becoming more bratty as her apparent power over Billy increased. She had yet to land a knockdown on her mighty sensei, but all the same, she felt like it was only a matter of time.

“I’ll have you snoring soon, sensei!”

“Duh-Don’t be shtupid. Boxers don’t snore…” Billy stammered, practicing his punched-out talking. He was getting good at it. Even if it made him feel like a pussy.

Karen was satisfied with the progress so far as well. Good. Billy didn’t want her getting impatient, and the woman clearly had no gauge on how long it took to become a master boxer, which meant she could lose her patience at any time. As far as she knew, this was just how long it took to train Selena up. And soon, her princess would surely be wiping the floor with the boy. Heather’s little loser brat.

“Dawww… Getting rocked, are we Billy?” the smug milf would taunt him with each shot he let Selena land, and faked a reaction to.

On top of this, Karen was becoming more used to having Billy around the house, as well. She still didn’t like him, and was certainly only using him to get Selena some prestige, but she wasn’t bothered by him being in their spaces anymore. Whatever hangups she had initially been able to hide behind the novelty of power and control, no longer needed to be hidden. Even if she didn’t particularly like the shine that her princess was taking to this brat of a boy.

Billy hoped that Karen becoming used to his presence might mean an opportunity to steal her phone could come up, if she got just a bit too comfortable. If he could just get that phone, he would be able to completely avoid his impending doom.

Meanwhile, Selena was becoming a decent boxer. Still light years away from matching Billy, or anyone with more than a few weeks of training, but as an amateur she wasn’t half bad. Billy had taught her well, and she learned fast. He imagined it would be no trouble at all for Selena to legit knock out someone like Billy’s annoying younger sister Anna, if she wanted to. Hopefully that meant that Selena’s part of looking legit would be fully covered.

She wasn’t a bad girl. And Billy didn’t mind teaching her. But this looming knockout, and her bratty attitude that came out when she was winning, made it hard for him to see these training sessions as a positive.

One day, a couple of months into training her, they were having a short two-minute sparring match to end the session. And Billy was really taking a beating. Using everything in his arsenal to make Selena look like a boxing queen, taking out some peasant trash.

He briefly backed off after she’d successfully defended his slow, telegraphed punch combination. She looked very pleased with herself as she brought her gloves down from covering up.

“Woah, Selena, you’re on fire today…” he huffed between heavy breaths. “But maybe I’d better show you why I’m the best in the whole-“

“Your guard is down, sensei!” Selena laughed, rushing forward.

WHAM!

“Guh!”

He made sure to look stunned, as Selena brought back her hand from what was, for her, a powerful left hook. He tried to put some fear into his eyes, some genuine fear, as he made his legs unsteady beneath him.

“W-Wait…” he stammered. Then another punch landed on his other cheek, knocking his head to the side, and he let himself collapse to the floor.

Billy fell backwards awkwardly as his “legs gave out”. He landed with a dull thud, groaning, his gloved hands landing wide out either side of him. Selena had just “secured” a knockdown. Her first ever. Sensei was down on the ground.

She gasped with joy. Had she really done that…? She studied him closely as he slowly got up to his feet, visibly groggy, and still swaying. Oh goodness… Was this finally it?

“N-Not bad…” he murmured, lifting his gloves up to signal that the fight was still on. Selena quickly batted them out of the way, giving herself access to his face again. His arms didn’t seem as strong as before.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Ghhn!”

She walked him down, landing punch after punch on her woozy sensei, in awe of her own power and progress. He couldn’t seem to defend himself. And he was only getting woozier!

“Oh, please, please… Knock out! Just knock out, sensei!” she pleaded.

BAM! BAM! BA-

Just then, Billy’s phone alarm went off, to signal the end of the spar. Selena lowered her gloves, gasping with adrenaline, watching Billy struggle to maintain his footing.

“Wowww, I nearly had you there sensei…” she giggled, huffing and puffing.

“Y-Yeah… Good work today, Selena…” he replied, doing his best to still look a bit out of it. She had really gotten the better of him that time.

She admired his strong chest, and the way it moved with each of his heavy breaths. Those muscular pecs. Those powerful lungs. No wonder she was such a fast learner - she had all the motivation in the world.

“You look a little tired… Are you gonna be ok to walk home?” Selena asked curiously, taking a step towards him. “I was pounding you pretty bad, you might still be too woozy. You took a lot of damage.”

“I’m fine,” Billy replied, putting a glove to his forehead to cover up some of his irritation.

“Maybe… You could stay here tonight?”

“I’m FINE,” Billy repeated. This whole situation was terrible. A legendary prodigy, the school champ, having to act like some sleepy little jobber who could get knocked out by a girl.

“At least come up and look at my room first! Please?” Selena pleaded.

She’d been trying to show him her room for a while now. Billy was pretty sure she’d spent hours cleaning it up for him, then had to keep it in that state for weeks, waiting for sensei to agree to come see it.

Billy sighed. She looked so hopeful.

Silently, Billy lowered his glove from his forehead and just nodded. The joyful excitement that rushed across her face almost made Billy melt. Selena could be pretty cute sometimes.

And so Selena took him up to her room, and excitedly gave him the tour. Her large bed was covered in many, many pillows, and there was a lot of pink around. Billy noticed a small box at the bottom of her open wardrobe, filled with teddy bears and plushies, which she had probably meant to hide from his view. Billy didn’t point them out.

She showed him her desk, her window, her bookshelf… Selena was clearly enjoying herself, and so Billy played along. Nobody else had ever been in that room but her and her mom, and the girl was loving having somebody else to show it all to.

“Ugh. Is Billy staying the night?” Karen’s voice interrupted, asking from outside the door. Billy and Selena turned to look at her. “Fine. But make him sleep on the floor.”

“Yes! Thank you mom!” Selena pumped her fist.

Damn it. He couldn’t leave now. As much as Karen didn’t like him, she would like him disappointing Selena even less. Billy would just have to text his mom that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow. This rich, bitchy milf had so much control over him now. All thanks to those damn photos.

He had just wanted to go home. This was going to be a strange night. Would he have to eat dinner with the two of them as well, he wondered? Would Karen cook something for them? That would be a difficult meal, and an awkward conversation.

As Billy was processing this, Karen pulled her phone out from her expensive handbag and looked down at it with a disgusted expression. She sighed.

“Great. My phone’s almost out of battery,” she muttered. “I’m going to go pick up some groceries, Selena. I’ll be home in an hour.”

“Okay!”

Billy’s ears perked up. She was leaving? And her phone was low on battery? This might be his opportunity, at last. Would she leave her phone charging in her room? Or would she bring it with her?

Just as he was trying to formulate a plan on how he could escape from Selena to check Karen’s room as soon as the bitchy milf left, his thoughts were interrupted.

“Billy, a moment?”

Billy peered up. Karen beckoned him out of the room. And, at her command, he of course followed.

Selena didn’t seem to mind the short gap in her “sensei time”. As he left, she was already excitedly setting up a nice collection of pillows on the floor for Billy to sleep on, trying to make it as comfortable as possible for him.

But what did Karen want from him…?