Fixing your pants sounds very turn aroundy

First things first. I can’t fight Sylphid with my pants on the ground.

But...pulling them up with Sylphid right there is just asking for trouble.

Sylphid, seemingly noticing my dilemma, grinned at me. “Go on, pull them up. I allow it, underwear-boy.”

“You just attack me when I do.”

To which Sylphid laughed. “Oh, wow! Someone’s mistrustful! Hey, Ben I won’t get a penalty for taking a few steps away from Mr. Paranoid here, right?”

“I will allow it this time, for the sake of our underwear-boy.”

Grrr….

All I could do is glare as Sylphid generously backed off. I don’t particularly like getting toyed around like this but it’s not like I can just afford to lose my pants this early.

And so I sheepishly pulled my pants back up while Sylphid looked on with a smug, very satisfied smile on her face. “To be perfectly honest, Handsome, I liked your look better with them down. You really should show off your pretty legs more. I think the crowd agrees with me here.”

A loud round of cheering attested to that. And all the magic vision screens around the arena where busy showing recaps of what just happened from various angles. The old me would have just about died of embarrassment. But given everything that’s happened, I somewhat developed a resistance against humiliation.

Of course while my eyes where watching that I kept my other senses trained on Sylphid. Even from that distance I had no qualms that she could easily close the distance and go for a sneak attack. But it did appear that she seemed to honor her promise and waited until I was halfway decent again.

Perhaps Sylphid simply didn’t want this fight to end too soon? If so I might be able to exploit this arrogance.

I glanced towards my shirt but Sylphid gave me a quick no. “You stay shirtless, Handsome. Let’s call this your punishment for being such a dork.”

I looked between Sylphid and my shirt and finally glared at her. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

To that Sylphid merely smirked. “Handsome, without my permission you wouldn’t be even wearing pants right now. But if you want to fuck around and find out…”

The frustrating part of it was that Sylphid was absolutely right. If I even try as much as put that shirt back on again I’m leaving myself extremely **** to an attack. Against Sylphid such an opening might as well be a dead sentence.

“Fine”, I ultimately relented.

“Such a good boy”, Sylphid cooed and the audience joined in. “If you are that obedient I might not even need a leash for you. Good for you!”

I took a deep breath. I can’t let her get under my skin. Loosing my cool her would be devastating.

“Let’s see…” Sylphid tipped her chin. “For your next trick, I want you to admit that you are a huge dork. Say it loud and proud and with a big smile. Oh and make a double peace sign.”

“SCREW YOU!”, I roared enraged. That’s it! Sylphid’s going down!

“Make me”, Sylphid responded by turning away from me, looking back coquettishly and giving her own ass a smack. “But I don’t think Mr. hairless down there is up for the task.”

She was ridiculously open right now.

Sylphid is clearly goading me into going on the offensive.