"Ha, ha, haa..."
Heavy breathing sounds echoed across the wide-spaced room.
'Hmmn?' she found her hazy consciousness gathering as she flipped the sweaty fringes of hair away from her obscuring view, and repositioned herself into a more vigilant stance.
What instantly came to focus in her clearing vision, was the other man standing a few feet across from her, his presence a near gravitational force in the heated room. His eyes were a deep amber hue at the moment as they locked heavily onto her, a sword held loosely in his right hand. He was poised in a calm yet alert stance, his still form exuding an almost tangible dominating force in the air as they quietly measured each other in this fixed silence. The only feature to detract from his current composed veneer was the quick heaving of his chest, every exhalation accenting the strained muscles across his torso. Gleaming perspiration coated his entire front, and rivulets of sweat denoting a fierce battle could be seen running down the bridges of his toned abdomen, down below his trousers where his opened shirt lay loosely tucked in.
As she was shifting her cautious gaze from his well-trained physique and controlled stance back onto his piercing eyes,
Whoosh.
Shwiing.
He quickly crossed the distance between them in an instant and initiated a flurry of blows with her.
After nearly a dozen exchanges later, she eventually found herself flat on the floor, sword tip held inches away from her throat. Muscles that she hadn't realized were pulled taut in exhilaration until now inexplicably began to melt into the cooled tiles against her back, the stored tension began ebbing away like a forgotten tide.
Damn. Seems like she just lost to him in this spar.
"That's what happens when you're distracted, greenhorn," he says, an easy smile on his lips now, his previously intense impression transforming into a more teasing, laidback demeanor. "One moment's slip was enough to completely hand over the edge to your opponent."
"You can hardly still call me a greenhorn when we practically started training together at the same time. It's not my fault you have a few years on me," the practiced words sprang unbidden from her mouth as her eyes stared confusingly at the man's face, a vague sense of deja vu rearing in the back of her mind, as he discarded his weapon onto the ground next to her own forgotten sword and leaned back into a slow stretch.
His deep voice chuckled in amusement as he carded his fingers through his drenched dark hair and replied, "Continue grumbling all you want, but those poor old excuses aren't going to free you from fulfilling your end of the bet."
"The bet?" she repeated in confusion, a sudden sense of foreboding creeping up on her.
"Yes, the bet," he says, the mirth clear in his eyes as he dropped his arms down and began lifting his shirt up, slowly and languidly unbuttoning what last few clandestine buttons remained covering his midriff. "The one you had previously agreed to, remember? That if you happen to lose in this spar to me..." here he directs her a cheeky smirk, "you would handwash ALL of my clothing. And for a whole month, at that," and with that said, he stripped off the sweaty article from his forearms and tossed the freed shirt upon her head.
"Hey!" immediately she was engulfed in the scent of his sweat. The masculine smell clung to her senses as she wrestled the garment off, only to leave her shocked by the scene she saw in front of her.
His previously secured trousers were undone, displaying a huge obscene bulge tightly clad under a tight pair of black briefs. His fingers were currently tucked neatly inside them with the tips of his pants resting precariously on the edge of his hips, as if ready to be dropped down any minute now under the return of her gaze.
"What?" A sense of trepidation ran down the back of her neck as she caught sight of the streak of moisture running down his abdomen, now pointing directly down to a girth that's been unnecessarily outlined in detail by that single piece of thin cloth left covering his decency.
And it would seem her fears were correct as her eyes began widening at what happened next.
"Did I not just say it?" he asked, with that same smirk still on his face as he began leisurely and unashamedly pulling down the only two pieces of clothing still on his body. "I said..."
"Every—"
They slid off his waistline,
"Single—"
past his hips,
"Piece."
and completely off the tip of his large obscene member,
until finally, his trousers fully hit the floor, his nude figure entirely on display.
'That crazy—!' She whipped her head back as fast as she can, but the damage was done, and she cannot unsee anymore, what she had just seen.
The tips of her ear began to dye red as the image of that huge flaccid cock began to quickly reconstruct itself inside her mind in blow-by-blow detail against her best wishes. Even the previous aftercool she felt against her skin after an intense workout was swiftly leaving her be as she felt her body heating itself up again. Never had she been more regretful of the capability of her prided memory that she had meticulously and exhaustingly trained up till now to keep pace with him.
Meanwhile, the guy who started this whole debacle remained happily unaware of her inner turmoil.
Stepping out of the folds of fabric gathered around his ankles, he picked up his trousers and began walking towards her in what was a near catwalk. Step by step. Like a great, big, sleepy, sated, and satisfied lion.
The only thing wrong with this image was the heavy swaying of his shaft, almost audible in the bated silence.
'That damned exhibitionist', she cursed in her mind.
He strode all the way up til where he was standing mere inches away from her. So close to her that she could feel the heat radiating off of his spent body, along with the musk of his scent, wafting over from his lower body. All the sweat and worked-up heat trailing down and off that slumbering shaft.
'Shit.' she moaned in her mind. 'Ignore that damned smug idiot, Zhexi, you can do it.'
Knowing that the hilt of that cock was directly at eye level right by the side of her face, she fixed her gaze all the more fiercely at the shirt still clutched in her hands on her lap, scared to catch yet another glimpse of that monstrosity.
Seeing her sudden shyness at his nude figure, the bastard chuckled once more as he gave what he thought was a knowing glance at her.
"There's need to be intimidated, I'm sure yours will eventually grow to a satisfactory size as well. You're still in the midst of your growth phase after all."
"What?" at his weird words, she couldn't help but involuntarily turn her head in confusion, only to be smacked again in the face by his clothes as he turned around and left for the showers, hand lazily waving in the air as he said,
"I'm looking forward to seeing my clothes nice and pressed by my bedside table next morning. And don't forget, It's for the entire month, so don't be scared every time you see the size of my briefs. Hahaha."
"See you later squirt."
"Hah, what the heck," she murmured, only catching a glimpse of his leaving backside figure as she finally managed to pull off the drenched trousers and briefs from her forehead.
Thank god the briefs were safely wrapped up in the trousers so they didn't actually make contact with her face when he launched them at her, although one wouldn't be able to tell from the hue of red spread across her cheeks right now.
Collecting the pants together with the previously discarded shirt on her lap, her wrist slightly brushed against something underneath the pile that suddenly caused all her body's senses to light on fire.
"Mnmph!?!"
Removing the heavily bunched shirt, she found a slight bulge protruding from beneath her pants. Upon the slight graze, all the previous heat and warmth gathered in her belly from the past moment instantly went pooling down to the spot between her thighs, reigniting the arousal she had been firmly trying to ignore ever since that man started stripping right in front of her.
The image of that man's pendulous large member rose to the forefront of her mind again, irreparably burnt into her memory now, as she confusedly began undoing the buttons of her pants, her fingers slightly quivering and eyes heavy-lidded in dazed pleasure as she worked to free the long object pocketed under her clothes.
Remembering the heat of his naked form and his accompanying teasing gaze she couldn't help but shudder in embarrassment as she made a near-delirious grab for a hold of her erect and dripping cock and started giving it long, firm strokes as she—
Wait, WHAT??????