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Chapter 21 - Darren's wife?

One week remained before the Amateur Cup.

Mike felt the countdown every morning when he opened his eyes. Clark was no joke. The videos showed a fighter who started fast, hit hard, and rarely gave away a round. Mike knew one mistake could end his run before it had even begun.

His days had fallen into a strict routine.

Every morning, he stepped into the ring with Coach Darren. They worked through rounds of pads, footwork, and movement until sweat soaked through his shirt. After that came technical sparring with Mia; she watched his every move, pointed out openings, and forced him to fix his guard whenever pressure exposed a weakness.

In the afternoon, he moved to the weight room.

Vanessa showed no mercy there.

She pushed him through heavy lifts, corrected his form, and made him repeat each movement until his muscles shook. By the time Mike returned to his room each night, his arms and legs felt like they no longer belonged to him.

Then he woke up and did it all again.

Day after day, the routine never changed.

And neither did the countdown.

On the seventh morning, Mike woke before his alarm as usual. His body was already preparing for the routine—breakfast, the gym, pads with Coach Darren, sparring with Mia, and weights with Vanessa.

He reached for his phone, expecting a message from Darren telling him when to come in.

Instead, he found one that made him stop.

Coach Darren: Take the day off. No gym today. Let your body recover.

Mike read it again.

A full day off.

After a month of training without a break, the idea felt almost strange. He sat on the edge of his bed for a while, unsure what to do with himself. There was no rush to eat, no session waiting for him, and no reason to check the clock every few minutes.

He was still trying to decide how to spend the day when his phone buzzed again.

This time, the message was from Vanessa.

Vanessa: You free today? I need some help.

Mike looked at the message for a moment before replying.

Mike: Yeah. What do you need?

She didn't answer right away. When her reply finally came, it was short.

Vanessa: I'll tell you when you get here.

She followed it with an address and a time.

Mike stared at the screen. Vanessa wasn't usually vague, and the fact that she had asked him on the first free day he'd had in a month made him wonder what she was planning.

Still, he had nothing else to do.

He got dressed and left the dorm.

By the time he reached the shopping mall, he had mostly forgotten about it. Vanessa was waiting outside the entrance, dressed in a simple top and jeans with her bag hanging from one shoulder. She looked more relaxed than he had seen her at the gym, where she was usually busy watching his form or telling him to add more weight.

She noticed him and gave him a small nod.

"Thanks for coming."

"You said you needed help. What are we buying?"

Vanessa turned toward the mall, then glanced back at him.

"I need new bikinis for a short trip."

Mike slowed.

Vanessa continued toward the entrance as if she'd said nothing unusual.

After a few steps, she looked over her shoulder and added, "I want a man's opinion, so you're coming with me."

Mike stared at her back.

He had expected anything except that.

Mike blinked. "Why me?"

"Because I asked you," she answered and already started walking toward the entrance.

He followed her inside. While they moved through the crowd, he quietly checked the Interest Meter.

[Vanessa – Interest: 75%]

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Seventy-five percent. The number sat high enough to explain the invitation.

They stepped into a swimwear store, and Vanessa immediately began looking through the racks. She picked out several pieces before disappearing behind the curtain of a changing room.

A few minutes later, the curtain slid open.

Vanessa stepped out in a black two-piece. The simple design suited her; the top held her full breasts in a way that pushed them up and together. She turned toward the mirror, and the bottoms sat high on her hips and left most of her thighs bare. She glanced at Mike over her shoulder.

"Well?"

Mike's eyes lingered before he could stop himself. The black bikini suited her far better than he had expected. It drew attention to her figure without looking flashy, and the way she stood in front of the mirror made it difficult for him to focus on anything else. He quickly looked back at her face, hoping she hadn't noticed.

Mike took a second to answer.

"It looks good on you," he said.

"It looks good on you," he said.

A small smile appeared on Vanessa's lips. She held his gaze for a moment longer than necessary, as if his answer mattered more than she wanted to admit.

"Good," she said, then disappeared behind the curtain again.

A few minutes later, she came out in a deep red bikini. The color stood bright against her skin. The top tied behind her neck and left more of her chest open. When she moved, the fabric shifted over the soft weight of her breasts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and adjusted one of the straps before looking back at Mike. This time, there was a faintly expectant look in her eyes.

One hand on her hip.

"This one?"

Mike nodded. "Y-Yeah. That one works."

This one caught him off guard. Against her skin, the color made her look warmer and more striking than before, and Mike found himself staring hard at her boobs and the thick curves of her ass in that tight red bikini.

Vanessa's smile returned, a little more noticeable this time.

"I thought you'd like it."

She turned back toward the mirror, but the pleased look on her face lingered.

"I'll take these two," she said at last and went back to change into her normal clothes.

After Vanessa paid, they found a small café near the mall's quieter side and took a table by the window.

For a while, they talked about nothing important. Then Vanessa leaned forward with a faint smile.

"So, was bringing you bikini shopping really that terrible?"

Mike looked at her. "I never said it was terrible."

"You looked pretty shocked."

"I wasn't expecting it."

She laughed. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."

Mike felt his face warm. "You were the one asking for my opinion."

"I know." Her smile lingered as she watched him. "I wanted your opinion."

The way she said it made him pause.

They continued talking, but the conversation slowly moved away from training and the tournament. Vanessa asked about his life before fighting, and Mike found himself asking about hers. It felt surprisingly easy.

When they finally finished eating, neither of them seemed eager to leave.

Vanessa picked up her bag and smiled at him. "I guess my rest day wasn't a waste after all."

Mike smiled back. "Not at all."

Outside the main doors, the evening crowd had thinned. Mike and Vanessa had barely gone half a block when a man stepped out from beside a closed storefront.

"Hey. Got a minute?"

Mike slowed, but before he could answer, three more men emerged from behind them. They wore dark jackets and masks that covered the lower halves of their faces.

Vanessa's expression changed immediately.

"Mike..."

He moved slightly in front of her.

One of the men looked between them before his eyes settled on Vanessa.

"Well, well. Didn't expect to find you out here."

Vanessa frowned. "Do I know you?"

The man ignored the question. His gaze shifted to Mike.

"You the fighter?"

Mike said nothing.

The man gave a quiet laugh. "Figures. Darren's wife is going shopping with one of his fighters. Didn't think Coach would be that careless."

Mike froze.

Darren's wife?

He looked back at Vanessa.

For a moment, the conversation in the café came rushing back to him. The way she'd looked at him. The way she'd invited him out. The way she'd kept testing his reactions.

Is she Coach Darren's wife?

Before he could process it, a familiar chime sounded in his head.

[New Quest Available]

[The Coach's Wife]

Objective: Protect Vanessa Darren from the four men threatening her.

Reward: Introduction to the world of MILFS.

Mike stared ahead.

You have got to be kidding me.

The man took another step toward them.

"Don't just stand there. We're talking to you."

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