Coco

Hunters have strange weapons. Besides the fact that they change shape, combining melee and ranged combat, they also convey the color of their creator and his essence.

My opponent is my leader. Coco. And she fights with a purse. It's unpleasant to lose to a woman's metal purse. But when the bag transforms into a minigun. The discontent is greatly reduced.

The fact that I could resist the constant fire was cool. I was a damn superhero! Faster than a bullet, making my chains and axes spin in crazy controlled chaos.

It was check. More precisely, I was at a dead end. The question was what would end faster - her bullet or my aura. Unfortunately, a few missed blows at the beginning inclined me to defeat and checkmate.

"Aura in the red zone! Winner Coco Adele," Glynda Goodwitch said, after the beep. She was ready for debriefing.

Debriefing. Criticism and little praise. The first few days when I took control, I noticed a drop in my skills, but now I could control. My combat skills were back to 80%.

"Still bad, Student Fox." I thanked my half-blind pupils once again. No one saw the direction of my gaze as I stared at Miss Goodwitch's cleavage her big boobs.

Damn Secretary Milf teacher.

"This is better than yesterday Foxy," a friendly slap flew across my ass from Coco.

My smile faltered as Goodwitch's whip hit Coco's hand, causing her to straighten up.

"Please avoid harassment in my class, Student Adel." Her strict tone and manner of speech make my blood after the fight go down. Now my pants felt tighter.

A few days later

Coco Adel was hot. She had a figure, a trained hunter. She was stylish. And she knew exactly what effect she could have on the male sex. For the last year, she started training on girls, because it was more difficult and therefore more interesting.

Coco liked to be stylish not for others, but for herself. She didn’t care about the opinions of others, despite the many compliments. Part-time work in fashion magazines and her connection with the modeling business allowed her to be at the forefront of fashion.

And now Coco has learned that sending her hot photos is fun. For the last few weeks, she has been experimenting with sending different photos on the Fox app. She really liked sending her hot photos with Velvet and she decided to try it.

She looked at her photo, where she did not show her face, and BigBull33 reacted like a **** guy, offering to arrange a meeting. It was a different form of power. Everything was fun and exciting, but the effect is not the same.

Blocking the contact, she looked at the hundred other people who were blacklisted. She chatted, flirted, and sent photos of varying levels of undress. The last week had been productive and she had experimented a lot.

She had no interest in exhibitionism and self-exposure. There was one final experiment left. She looked at Fox's contact and her main account.

She had used another account with strangers before. Now she was going to arouse a specific person from her Coffee team. Fox.

She decided to have some fun. She chose a friendly tease photo. Not lewd, but sexy. She was wearing a shorter sweater and less jewelry. And she was eating ice cream. That was always sexy.

The moment she pressed the send button. Goosebumps ran across her skin and she looked at the chat with anticipation. She had an impatience that she did not have with other users.

When the seen icon appeared, a cheeky smile appeared on Coco's face and she licked her lips.

"Damn it, Velvet, I want a piece of Fox too..." She closed the scroll, not looking at what the guy was writing. It became clear to her that her new fetish was related to a specific guy. She wanted to send him her images and break the ice.

"Is this love or do I just want to fuck him?" Coco thought, walking to the Beacon training ground. "Mommy needs to chill and rest. Thanks to the Great Coffee Lover Ozpin for the free ammo."

At this point, Fox receives a message from Coco.

With a note this is not for you, but enjoy.

Fox grins and says:

"After all, I'm still in the game!"