Catch her if you can

After a quick reminder that she still had to lose her bra, and her doing so with an annoyed sigh, he reached for her body. Almost like a dancer, she turned away from him and let his grab go into thin air.

"Now, John, did you know why you won the game? And be honest with me." John paused for a second. Not because he had to think about this, but because he wanted to use it.

"Yes, I cheated." He stated, hoping to surprise her. The very second he said so, he jumped at her again, trying to grab her at both shoulders and to use his weight to press her on the bed. Half a moment later he was on said bed, alone, his arms being the only thing between him and the blanket. Damn. "I didn't break any rules tho, so it is still a legit win. Don't try to..." He wanted to explain away why he stated his wrong doing.

"Don't worry. I know what you did. And even if you did manage to cheat, if I don't catch you in the game and proof to you that you cheated, then you were better than me and I deserve to lose to it." No Game No Life style of gaming it was for her then. In that case...

Theft

Lucky for him, the round they played took some time, even in the heightened speed mode, so he was almost full of mana before he cast that. Focussing on her shoe laces while casting it, he was almost disappointed as he recieved her panties instead. Why was this skill so perverted? Nevermind.

Theft!

This time it worked. Her shoelaces were his. And it wasn't so bad to get her panties as well, after all he had to somehow fuck her for... wait, he had to fuck her for the right to fuck her. So once he was inside her, he earned the right to keep going?

"For how long could you freeze me like that?" Henrietta cut through his thoughts. How long?

"That depends on varying factors. Between ten seconds and ten minutes." He was absolutely truthful to her. She knew something about this power of his. Too bad she was waving the cookie of fucking her raw pussy in front of his face, or else he would love to engage in a normal conversation with her.

Instead he stood up from the bed, safely hiding the two items he recieved out of her sight in his inventory. His next attack was rather blunt, as it was not intended to directly connect. His grab towards her breast was answered the same as the two previous attempts. Her turning away just in time for him to miss her. Only this time, she was not having a good stand. Her shoes were widely opened up, and she could not move her legs away from him.

Or at least not as well as she used to. Somehow she still managed to keep a stand in those shoes, stepping aside. But it obviously took her focus, because John managed to redirect his grab and got her at the wrist. Not wasting any time he pulled her closer, into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her body. Her face was being pressed against his chest.

"And since when do you have this kind of ability?" She tried to make it sound casual, but the fact that John could feel her rising heart beat made that attempt as futile as his first ones at getting her.

"Yesterday." Again, the truth. She looked up at him surprised and their eyes met. Slowly getting closer towards each other, John was already slightly opening his mouth as he bend down to reach her... and he fell. Backwards. She used this super romantic moment to push him off her. What the hell? Did that girl have no feeling for a moment?

"Okay, and what else can you do? I am feeling you are able to use telekinesis? Or is it teleportation?" Oh, she noticed her panties were missing? He always assumed girls wouldn't, if the jeans were as tight... wait, no, hers weren't tight, so maybe that was why? Or maybe it was just a rumor of porn, that girls would ever not notice panties being warped away.

"Sorry, but that is private. Why don't you tell me what you can do first, and maybe I am feeling like sharing, too, then." He turned it around. If she was busy talking, maybe he had a chance of overpowering her.

Henrietta grabbed into her bag and took her wallet . He didn't even try to charge at her in that moment, after what she had portrait to be able to do, he had to get her the perfect distraction.