Round 6: Lynx

Lynx, your spymaster. She served Demon King Sa'dis before you, but she was being **** into it by Davella. All in all, she's quite good at what she does, both in managing other spies, and also in gathering information, though she does let her own personal desires get in the way. It was probably not in her best interest to fight in the Golden Sword, yet you imagine her passion as an otaku couldn't keep her away from a tournament arc.

To see something so familiar is strange. It reminds you of the dream world you entered with Eva and the other students.

You walk back around to face her front once more with a mischievous smile on your face. "Well, then let me try different ones if you don't like that one."

"You remember more?!" she replies in panic.

"Raspberry Yellow Hippo," you immediately command. Raise Your Hands.

Her eyes widen halfway through the words, as she knows exactly what's coming yet has no way to stop it. As soon as the command is complete, she brings her hands up over her head, completely exposing her body for you to ogle at your leisure. She struggles, only causing her body to bounce, though for the time being, she can't bring them back down.

"This is cruel," she mutters.

"Tell me to stop for real, and I will."

She says nothing. "Idiot..." she mumbles beneath her breath instead. Then finally, the spell is broken. She covers up yet again.

Of course she likes it. What others have I tried? Tangerine Owl Yam Soup? Take Off Your Shirt is kinda pointless here. Stable Marmalade was Stop Moving. Also not really necessary.

"The way you're staring like that. It's like you're plotting what to do with me," she says quietly. "It's embarrassing."

"Delicate Pasture." Dramatic Pose.

Like some sort of anime character, the naked Lynx brings her hands up and bends her body strangely. It would be rather strange under normal circumstances, though being displayed in the nude makes it even worse. As soon as it's over, she brings her arms back around her body even tighter than before and lowers her head in shame. "That was even more embarrassing!"

You chuckle and step closer, placing a hand on her arm. "All right. Enough of that," you say. Then you pull both of her hands away. She lets you. Then you pull her naked body in to press up against your own before planting a long, warm kiss to her lips. You bring a hand up and feel the tips of your fingers through her hair. Her kiss pushes in harder, and her hands grab your back. You then bring your other hand down to cup her ass and give it a playful squeeze--tugging her in as close as she could go without one being inside the other.

Her eyes gaze up into yours. It seems she's short on words. Through whimpering lips, all she can make out is, "Idiot..." though its immediately stopped by your tongue slipping into her mouth.

You nudge her back, working her towards the shower. Then when close, the both of you step inside and shut the glass door.