Trill finally stopped slamming me against the wall, but her body remained dangerously close, her sharp eyes boring into me. The usual playful gyaru vibe she had was gone—replaced by something fiercer, more intense. It was like she had completely transformed. I could practically feel her anger radiating off her, though I had no clue what I'd done wrong. Didn't I just fulfill her wish of finding a perfect mate by beating her in a fight? That was her criteria, wasn't it?
"I don't accept the result," she hissed. "That's why I need to know if you really defeated me fair and square. I need to know if I was truly beaten."
Her eyes narrowed, burning with a mix of frustration and something I couldn't quite place. I swallowed hard. "Uh… okay? But how?"
"I want you to fight me again," she said.
