Pants are overrated

Sylphid is currently distracted by the majesty of my dick.

This is a prime opportunity. By no means can I let it get to waste because of false modesty. The time to act is now.

As such I did the only logical thing.

I, quite literally, jumped out of my pants as I assaulted Sylphid. I don’t really have a plan but that didn’t matter. Sometimes you just have to act, let your body guide your actions.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who adhered to that principle.

I wish I could say I caught her by surprise, but this was Sylphid we are talking about. She reacted immediately.

...by kicking me into the groin.

I collapsed straight away. The pain was overwhelming.

To Sylphid’s credit, she actually gasped in shock as she looked down on me with what appeared genuine worry. “Oh, sorry! **** of habit, you know. Your penis was kinda scary. Did it hurt much?”

Is me howling in pure suffering answer enough for you?

“Bzzt! Penalty for non erotic ****. 30 Seconds!”

Ben announced and at least there was some justice in this Goddess forsaken tournament. Knowing him, I wouldn’t have put it past Ben to count me getting my nuts busted erotic ****.

“Yeah, I definitely deserve this”, Sylphid sighed deeply as her body froze. “Sorry again, Handsome. Kick me back so were even.”

A most generous offer but to be frank, I was not sure that I could even if I wanted to. Sylphid was a fist fighter. That was perhaps the only reason my balls weren’t outright busted. But still, that did me little good as I was squirming on the ground in agony.

I just wanted to wiggle around like this forever. But I couldn’t. Even through the pain I was still aware what a huge opportunity this was. I had gained thirty precious seconds but they where running out all too quickly.

I couldn’t just waste them. I needed to do something. The question was just what.