Predator and Prey

Five minutes and counting. You were really banking on your semblance here. Normally you prefer to have a plans from B to Z, but apart from your plan A you'd quite literally be flying blind. You went over your notes on Infotracker one last time, in case you missed anything. It was too late for that and you knew it, but you did it anyway.

Lila Serach, 20 years old. Currently enrolled at the same combat school as you and in the same year too. She wields a whip and a stilletto dagger. Her semblance seems to use sexual allure to take control of other's bodies, but not their conscious thoughts. When she doesn't use her semblance to paralyze and control her opponents she does it by wrapping them up with her whip and brutalizing her defenseless prey with her dagger. You weren't quite sure which option was worse, or which one she enjoyed more, but hopefully you'd have to experience neither.
Your plan was to use your newfound semblance to keep her from controlling your body, as you had declared it your property. If it did work on people, that is. Assuming it did you could then attack and defeat her without giving her a real way to fight back.
It seemed extremely dirty, but less so than using it to take ownership of her body too, an idea which had admittedly crossed your thoughts more times than you would like to admit.
But why not, asked a dark part of you.
Morality, obviously, but she was both cruel and abusive, that much was obvious. Wouldn't you be doing more good than evil by keeping her from harming others?
Do the ends justify the means in this case? You weren't sure, in no small part because the means had such... generous assets. It was a classic dilemma ruined by the fact that your original plan wasn't exactly pure of heart either and further twisted by the base desires that were calling to you. It was a dilemma that you knew the correct answer to, but you couldn't **** yourself to act accordingly.
**** yourself, because no one else could.
No one could prosecute or judge you for something they saw as self-explanatory, after all...

Dammit, you needed to get your head in the game and thinking of Lila's curves comforting your troubled mind did not help. The clock confirmed that thought. Three minutes until the match.

You took your water bottle down from your lips again. How much have you drunk in the last minute?
Enough for a visit to the restroom, said your bladder.

The rumbling and chatter in the locker room helped a bit, actually. It blended together into a white noise taking away some of the stress weighing on you. Yeah no, that was a lie, you were still trembling and were also feeling cold sweat running down your back now. Great, you didn't bring any extra shirts either.

You had to. You had to try it, a thought that had played on repeat for about the last half a minute now.
If it worked on people you couldn't just leave it at that. Beating Lila wouldn't be enough, you'd face Caitlin immediately afterwards. That girl hasn't lost a single fight in two years now, it was unprecedented.
She was skilled of course, but even the best among the students lost eventually. You'd have time to come up with a strategy for that fight in a bit, but you really needed experience using your semblance on others for it.
It was the key to Beacon.
At least that's what you told yourself to calm your conscience.

The ringing of the bell echoed in your mind as your shuffled down the corridor leading into the hall. Your thoughts were empty except for one phrase looping like some sort of mantra.
It's the key. It's the key. It's the key...

You barely realized when you took your place in the arena, but your subconscious must have as your hand moved over to the hilt of your sword. It was more prepared for this moment than you were, but your sword would not be necessary yet.
Lila started strutting towards you with a seductive grin, flashing her teeth like a predator on the hunt. Just as your lack of conscious thought was about to let your eyes wander you snapped out of it. You focused your eyes on hers, staring intensely as you too started walking toward her. You must have surprised her with that as she started mocking you, likely to break your concentration. "What, do you like my eyes that much?" was the first thing coming out of her mouth. It was far from the last though. "You know, I thought you nerdy types would be the easiest. Not like Ripped Semen back there was much of a challenge either, mind you..." You pushed her voice out of your head, you had a job to do.
When you stood about three feet away from each other you noticed a movement in her shoulder. It took all you had to not follow it down toward her hand. You were certain she was readying for an attack with her whip but you couldn't risk looking at anything but her eyes, not after you've come this far.
Instead, you took the initiative and grabbed the right sleeve of your tracksuit with your left hand and pulled it up with one swift motion. Her eyes immediately jumped over to your forearm, playing right into your hand. Her face went from her previous confident gaze to a confused, annoyed mess.
"Wha- what exactly am I supposed to do here ref?" she angrily shouted over to the judge who was currently browsing his scroll, having expected another quick victory for Lila. He lifted his head toward her with a look of exasparation. Lila pointed toward your arm an continued "I can't fight against this guy if he owns his entire body! Do you want me to risk breaking his stuff like some meathead?" The referee was confused, but not at all interested in her admittedly ridiculous sounding complaints.
You however took that time to walk over to her, pull out your pen, grab her arm and quickly write the words that set you up for victory: "Property of Eugene Bluebeard"
Her face, having turned to inspect the pressure on her skin, went blank less than a second later.
In order to end this there was one last step though. So you leaned forward, not unlike she did in the previous round. Your mouth opened and let out the words that would change everything, the ones your mind screamed were wrong only a few minutes earlier.
"You will walk out of the arena, go home, take a shower and send a nude with your address to this number."
With a flick of the wrist you had sent your number to her scroll which she inspected while obediently muttering a "Yes master." before turning on her heels and strutting out of the hall.
The crowd was going insane. It was so loud that you could barely hear the confused referee declare your victory and advancement into the finals. You had just defeated the seductress of Vale, the woman you was both wet dream and nightmare to almost every boy, and quite a few girls, in the school using a method that looked exactly like the one she had used for so long.
The next few minutes weren't any quieter as you returned to the locker room. While the amount of co-students still there was lower, they more than made up for that with the explosive volume of their shouting, cheering, hollers and chanting that was enough to nearly deafened you.

After accepting praise and dodging the questions regarding your methods for about 15 minutes straight things calmed down enough for you to finally gather yourself. You still had one last battle to fight. The goddess of war and wisdom, the lady ****, the student council president of this school was standing in your way.
You would make her kneel...