Sparring with Maki.

"Sure, but don't cry when you lose." Maki replied, cracking her knuckles. She herself got into a similar stance, ready to pounce on Keito at a moment notice.

"Don't you want to make it interesting?" Keito asked, not moving from his spot. If he attacked first and missed, Maki's counterattack would wreck him. The woman in question raised her eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I know you'll beat me, so why don't I spice things up a bit? I get to use my Cursed Technique, not enough to harm you but enough to distract you." Keito demonstrated this by suddenly glowing bright red. It was the extent of what he could do following a Domain Expansion. "That way, I get an actually interesting spar, and you can get some experience fighting when you're hindered. Deal?"

"Deal." Maki confidently replied. She had faith in her abilities, and she wasn't scared of losing. Plus, she itched to beat that guy's face in ever since she met him. He seemed nice and handsome at first glance, but her gut told her that he was scummy.

Without further ado, Maki rushed forward and performed a quick jab to his face. Despite the brightness, Maki could accurately guess where his body parts were. Keito moved backwards and the jab missed, but Maki spun on her feet and kicked him in the ribs.

He hissed in pain and grabbed her leg, feeling the muscles beneath and how soft the skin was. With a heave, he threw her away from him and she gracefully landed on her feet. This time, Keito went on the offensive.

He wasn't sure how much time was needed before Maki fell into a trance, but he wasn't going to spend it getting kicked around like a dummy. He tried to sweep her legs, but she jumped over him and kneed him in the face.

Groaning, he rolled away from her and massaged his aching face. Right, there was definitely some animosity coming from her, one that went deeper than a few bad jokes and leering gazes. He'd have to get rid of that as soon as he could. Or change it into something that benefitted him.

Maki leaped forwards once more, and Keito got a glance at the sports underwear she had underneath her skirt. Better prepared, Keito fully dodged the blow aimed at his stomach and threw a punch to her face, one that she had **** but to catch.

Her grip on his hand was bone-crushing, but Keito just pulled her towards him and, before she could do anything, headbutted her harshly. She let go of his hand, and he quickly put some distance between them, cursing under his breath.

That hurt a whole fucking lot. But it also confirmed something, that Maki was getting close to being hypnotized. Under normal circumstances, an attack of this caliber would have been dodged and punished with a kick to the stomach.

Keito increased the potency of his Cursed Technique, making him glow like a miniature sun. Maki, knowing that something was wrong with her and that he was breaking the rules of their deal, threw herself forwards and tackled him to the ground. She straddled him, raised her fist high in the air and-

-fell limply on top of him, all signs of **** and fury vanishing without a trace. Keito's glow disappeared, and he was now laying on the ground, with the smoking hot Maki Zenin hypnotized and on top of him.

Without wasting time, he reversed their positions to make him the one pinning her to the ground. He studied her face; how she had gone slack-jawed, how her tongue was out of her mouth, how she was drooling like a fool. He caught her tongue with his mouth and kissed her, enjoying the feeling of superiority he had over her.

Before it could get too heated, he pulled away and gave her a light slap, gleeful at the sight of her letting him **** her that way. He cleared his throat, "You bitch, can you hear me?"

"Yes..."

He grinned; he was going to enjoy this.