I have a bad feeling about this chapter, sorry for the interference, please let me know what you think
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"Why is his fighting style so different?" Anya thought to herself.
When they were in the first year, she got into a tussle with Wilder, and even though it seemed like he had the upper hand then, she knew deep down that if she wanted to take him down then she could easily do so.
He believed that him defeating her back then was what instigated her loyalty for him.
But that could not be any further from the truth.
In all honesty, she had used Wilder as a sort of shield, making him the front man for their group, while she trained herself and stayed away from all the politics that was entailed with being the best in the class. In that way, she also managed to avoid making as many enemies as Wilder did.
But now that she was fighting him, she was losing badly, which made her feel like she had just been playing with herself all this time.
Meanwhile, Wilder was wondering why she was being so aggressive about this spar.
"Did I do something wrong?" Wilder couldn't wrap his head around why she was taking this too seriously.
It was supposed to be just a spar, and she was taking it too far.
"Hey, why don't we call it quits for now?" wilder suddenly voiced
He could see the frustration in her eyes, and he knew that anger was hard to control; he didn't want things to get out of hand.
But Anya didn't see it that way.
After those words left Wilders mouth, she lounged at him again.
"Damnit!" Wilder raised both hands and caught her flying fists.
You would think that the size difference would at least make Wilder fall back, but he stood there like a rock facing her attack.
Now they stood facing each other, trying to push either party back, but it seemed like it would be to no avail as they both stood their ground.
"Is this because he refined a black core?" Anya mused
She was annoyed by this turn of events. Not only did it seem like Wilder had surpassed her in terms of talent, he had also gotten the attention of her mother, whom Anya had been desperately trying to impress even though she didn't want to admit it.
It made her pissed.
"boom"
Before she knew it, Wilder had maneuvered and pushed her to the ground.
He held both of her hands with one while using the ground as some sort of leverage, pinning her to the ground.
"perv!!" Anya spat it out.
"hm?" Wilder looked confused for a second.
Perv? What did he do? She was the one that started all this, and he had even tried to stop it.
But upon observing Anya some more, he noticed something: while his arm was pinning her two hands down with the leverage he got from planting both feet on the floor, his other hand was wandering around Anya's boobs.
"What the..?" Before Wilder could even make another move, he felt his lower abdomen tighten.
Anya wrapped her legs around Wilder and pulled him towards her in an attempt to roll him over, but it only served to worsen the situation.
Not only could she not move Wilder, she had unintentionally pulled Wilder's hot rod dangerously close to her no-go region.
They were now rubbing against each other.
Anya's face had become bright red at this moment.
Who knew that her attempt to get out of this pin had created a much more uncomfortable situation?
Wilder too was bright red, but he didn't budge. A single mistake would lead to Anya getting loose, and with what had just happened right now, it would not go well if she were to get loose.
And so they started tussling under the pressure.
Sometimes she could push Wilder to the ground, and sometimes she would get pushed to the ground, but neither party was willing to give up.
It had become heated, and all through this process, their bodies were held tightly together, each of them struggling fiercely to get an upper hand over the other.
"Ah," after a long tussle, Wilder regained the upper hand, but instead of feeling down, Anya seemed more energetic than ever.
During their little fight, Wilder had touched her in so many different places that she couldn't count, but she could see that this wasn't going anywhere even now.
Another thing she could notice was the hot feeling of a pointy object rubbing against her constantly.
"Yield," Wilder said softly while pinning Anya to the ground.
This had gone on long enough and it was time for her to give up, but what happened next would absolutely stun Wilder.
Anya stretched her head forward and kissed Wilder on the lips with passion.
Wilder's eyes were stunned for a brief moment, but what followed next was beyond his control. He knew this was dangerous since before they even started, but now he could no longer control it.
He released Anya's hands and grabbed her by the waist.
She was the one asking for it, and Wilder was no gentleman.
With his small build, Wilder lifted her up and pushed her straight against the foam wall, where she was pressed up against it.
"Uh," Anya's voice resounded as she stared at Wilder intensely.
She didn't know why she was suddenly doing all this with Wilder, was it because of some latent feelings she had for him or was it just a pure competition? She didn't know, but what she did know, was that she couldn't control the throbbing in her heart and other places