Tutoring and modeling

Their goodbyes were of shared disappointment, Anna had worked on soups and stews today (which would be given to a homeless shelter in town.) so John wouldn't get anything sweet to eat. Anna on the other hand knew that John had accepted to so some art tutoring before they started dating and couldn't ask him to go back on a promise that he made just to spend some time with him.

They only had a few minutes for a last hug and kiss, before saying goodbye. They wouldn't see each other til Sunday, but what they had planned for this day would make the wait worth it.

Once Anna left on the bus John walked towards Kim who was waiting for him on the side of the gate while watching her phone. He never talked to her in person and she didn't know who he was obviously because she walked past him to wait her and said nothing. She had now a +10 rp score, probably because he accepted to help her. (the nature of the help obviously reducing the gains he could have obtained.)

"Hello Kim, I'm John. We talked on the phone about the tutoring for the art class." he said, introducing himself. The tall and athletic girl was intimidating, she rarely smiled, with her muscles and lack of womanly curves she looked more dangerous than attractive. The fact that he knew that she was three times his lvl didn't help a lot to reassure him this was a good idea.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked after looking at him strangely.

"Well Miss Summers described you and we agreed to meet here. Your the only athletic Asian girl around with a second year student's uniform who is looking like she is waiting for someone. I think I didn't take a lot of risk assuming it was you." he told her.

"You look less like you were described to me, but you speak like it. Let's go, I have important things to do, so let's get over with this." she replied.

"Do you have a car?" he asked.

"No, I run to school every morning. It's good to keep in shape. Follow me." she said, starting a quick jog on the sidewalk.

In the physical state he was Monday he wouldn't have been able to follow her for more than a few minutes and even now he could barely keep up for the same time with all his bonuses before losing ground (rather than falling on it breathless).

He didn't want to raise suspicion from her so he slowed down a lot more than he needed and spoke to her.

"Hey... Wait... I can't run that fast, that long. I'm not an athlete like you." he screamed so she could hear him as she ran away.

"Really? My apologies, I didn't think about this, I'm not use to do this accompanied. Let's walk the rest of the way." she proposed.

"Thank you. So you live at the dojo? I guess it is handy to go train every day." he asked.

"I was born into martial arts, my dad was South Korean Olympic gold medalist in Taekwondo, and he met my mom who was the Japanese gold medal in Karate, they met there and fell in love instantly. So when they moved to the USA to teach here, they had me soon after. Listen, about what we talked on the phone... Will I really have to be.... Undressed? " she asked him as they were approaching the place.

"Well you won't have to be naked, we can't ask that of you. But in your underwear or swimsuit would be good enough. Did you learn your parents languages? I always mean to start learning some Korean, there are awesome manwhas that are not yet translated in English. " he asked her.

"They insisted, saying that it was important to read the text of the masters in the original language to master martial arts, I speak English, Korean, Japanese and Mandarin Chinese. We arrived, if my dad sees you were here to study and no word about some modeling.

They got in through a back door and climbed upstairs to the appartement above the training part of the dojo. John was both amazed and a bit shocked by her bedroom. The place was large and very clean, with a spartan furniture. She had a real bed and not a futon but it was the only concession to comfort in the room. There was a single closet without even a door to it and once you ignored the school uniforms, sports clothes and kimonos there was maybe one dress left.

The only decoration in the room were reproduction of pages from martial arts manuals in various Eastern languages and a small table. On it there were some scrolls that looked authentic, insense burners, a few items and a sword on a display piece.

Celestial Shard of Northern Wind: unique relic.
This incredibly sharp blade can only be handled by the champion slayer of the Northern Wind Clan. The blade is made from Voidsteel an exotic material coming from outside the universe.
Indestructible: Voidsteel can only be damaged with itself or god level magical power.
Grounded: the blade is magically inert, it cannot be blocked or moved by magic. It can destroy spells and enchantments.
Banishing: wounds made with this blade will banish Demons, Ghosts, Spirits and Outsiders in their respective dimensions.

John read this and only saw one thing : ****! If he ever faced such a sword he would be toast. The material was intriguing, it didn't say it came from another dimension or universe, but from outside of it. But the universe was by definition all there is. There was also a bowl full of wooden sticks that looked promising.

Dragon Breath Oracle: unique relic.
When held together and released on a flat surface these sticks will be moved by the breath of the great dragon into a specific pattern. You can then interpret the pattern to predict the time and place of otherworldly occurrences, interpretation of the signs necessitate to be initiated by a Northern Wind Clan oracle.

The two items combined in her room made things clear, he wandered in the room of a Demon Slayer and was about to ask her to take suggestive poses in her underwear while drawing her... June's gift was taking a sour turn.

Taking a deep breath Kim started to undress, folding her clothes neatly on her bed. She stopped once she stood wearing only some simple white panties and a bra that wasn't necessary given her total absence of boobs. He had often heard that young girls that were trained as gymnast, dancers or athletes from a very young age didn't develop correctly in this department, of course he could help her with that but he wasn't sure she would appreciate this gift to its fullest.

John sat on her bed (there was no chair around) and got out a hard folder with some drawing paper and pencils.

"So what do I do?" she asked, clearly embarrassed by this.

John took out a few of his most tame drawings and showed them to her.

"This is some of my work. It is good but I think I can improve it. I'd like you to take these poses so I can sketch out the shape your muscles take in these different positions first. Then we'll do a few full drawings." he explained.

"But I don't have any costumes like those to wear!" she replied showing the mix of fantasy, Sci fi and superheroin costumes worn by the girls he had drawn.

"It doesn't matter, I can add them in. But to do that I need to know the shape of the body under it." he explained.

He had her take various combat stances and heroic poses with her arms raised, often asking her to do it again facing away from him so he could see the muscle groups on her back and shoulders.

His initial plan of using Arouse on her and trying to get things farther than that had been put to a halt by his discovery of her real nature. He did not even dare going to place her by touching her body.

After sometimes he decided to try something, he had only one day to complete his quest and had no clue how to do it. He had tried chatting with her but she told him to focus on his drawing.

She was now drawing and he gave her a few pointers. She was really not good at it. She could trace regular shapes, probably from having train to write in three different eastern languages, but she couldn't reproduce anything in drawing even approximately.

"Someone posted this as a comment under a drawing I posted online, do you know what it means?" he asked her, handing her out a piece of paper with
우정의 달걀 written on it.

John suddenly felt that the few heartbeats it took for things to unravel had almost been his last.

As soon as she saw the paper her eyes flared up with rage. She jumped up right and unleashed a powerful jump kick on the spot John was sitting. Seeing her move John had just enough time to use Move with a few hands to slow her foot (he didn't even try to stop it) and jumped backwards.

Her bare foot had cracked a large hole in the thick hardwood floor just where John was a few seconds ago. For a second he thought that he was lucky to be between her and the sword, but then quickly realized that it only meant that she would have to go through him to get it.