Nope.

3+1+2 Charm = 6. Mike marks experience. Phuong marks experience if she refuses.

"Get off me," Phuong hisses. Mike rolls his eyes and sighs, obeying her.

"Come on," he complains. "It's gotta be good for my...yogic powers or something, right?"

"You are absolutely not ready for tantric training," Phuong snaps.

"Wait, is that actually a thing?!"

"I - we - we may never get there, at this rate. You horny little freak." Flushed, Phuong clambers to her feet. She pulls her long dark hair back into its knot. "You need to focus. Not on me, or any other girls for that matter. On being ready to face a horde of ravening demons who want to end the world."

"Ugh. That sounds so...****," Mike mutters, still seated on the ground.

"Yeah, well, sucks to be you. With great powers come - "

"Are you quoting Spiderman??"

"I read. As a girl," Phuong says with a sniff.

"I guess. I mean, it's hard to picture you doing anything but...this."

"Mm." She glances away, face clouded. "It was...a lot of my life. But not all."

"Well. What next?"

"...I think that's enough training for tonight," Phuong says. "You clearly need to go, I don't know, jerk off or something. And I need to get some rest. I have chem lab early tomorrow, I can't be late."

"Fine." Mike clambers to his feet and they both bow to each other, faces stony. "Thanks, teacher. I guess."

"You're welcome," Phuong sniffs. "Now get out of here."

Mike sighs and heads out. Phuong locks the door to the practice room behind him, then leans her head on the cool metal, taking a moment to gather herself.

Why is it when he gets like that, I...respond? she thinks, shaking slightly. Her body feels like it's buzzing, and she can feel her slick between her thighs. Unbidden, one of her hands snakes down toward her pants. God, he's just so...powerful...it's not even like Heath, where it's a matter of duty. All I want is to be under him to have him...no! She snaps her eyes open and jerks her hand back out of her uniform pants. No. Jesus. He's a jerk. And he's my...job. My job, yeah. Gotta keep things professional. She takes a deep breath and heads to the attached locker room, already pulling off her uniform. Just gotta clear my head, get back in the game. A shower will help. Leaving her uniform tidily folded on the locker room bench, she steps nude into the showers and turns on the water. It's hot, and she can feel her tense muscles and sore back relaxing. Mmm. Yes. Just gotta clear my head... Her hand, gliding over her toned stomach, dips down past her neatly trimmed black hair and traces the lips of her pussy, her middle finger finally finding her clit and lightly circling it. Phuong gasps, hips canting forward to meet her hand. And if I...if I take a little longer in the shower than I normally would... Her finger dips inside her and she lets out a low, private moan. ...well, it's late. No one will know.

Mike walks down the street outside the gym, glancing at his phone. It's almost midnight, and the streets are nearly deserted. Fortunately it's not a long walk back to his dorm, and with most of this part of town being university property, there isn't usually much going on here other than the occasional student heading home from a late-night study session. Or, given that it's Thursday night, an early party.