Inside his room, Jonathan was putting his things into a small bag, getting ready to head to his martial arts academy.
The day had gone as usual; he had gone to school early in the morning, where he talked with Chad and Tyrone, teased Liana and Marianne, exchanged a suggestive glance with Elizabeth because of what had happened the day before, and, once again, ignored Alexis — who, for some reason he couldn't understand, kept annoyingly trying to talk to him.
Besides that, things had been the usual, drawing a bit of attention from the students — some still gossiping about the fight that had happened on Saturday, and so on.
Overall, it was just another little weekday without any big surprises — still no sign either of that suspiciously attractive Asian woman named Maya.
Finishing putting his things away, he then left the room, heading straight downstairs and going to the living room, where he found Elizabeth sitting on the couch watching some series on TV.
"Can you give me a ride to the academy?" he asked her, lightly raising the bag.
Sitting with her legs pressed against her chest — a distinctively feminine pose — Elizabeth looked silently for a moment, but then, without saying a word, she averted her gaze.
Seeing that, Jonathan raised an eyebrow, finding her reaction cuter than anything else.
Smiling, he leaned over beside her, resting on the back of the couch. "What's wrong? Are you mad about last night?"
"No, I'm not mad," she replied, without looking at him.
"Really? Doesn't look like it to me," he retorted, still smiling.
He then leaned closer, speaking in a softer tone. "What's the matter? Need a little encouragement to go give me a ride?"
She shifted to the side, moving slightly away from him at the brush of his breath, but then, without saying anything, she stood up. "Alright, I'll grab the keys."
That action made Jonathan raise his eyebrow. No, she definitely hadn't accepted his suggestion.
But he was curious about why she was acting like that. It didn't seem like anger — in fact, it didn't make sense for it to be anger, considering all the other times he had done that.
"Hmm." Humming, Jonathan placed his hand on his chin with a thoughtful look, trying to figure out the reason.
Meanwhile, she soon returned with the keys in hand, wearing a pair of slippers, a loose white shirt with a random print, and baggy short shorts. Her hair was tied in a simple high bun, leaving her bangs free across her face.
"Let's go," she called, passing by him.
Following her silently with his eyes, Jonathan then got in the car with her, and they soon drove off toward the academy.
Throughout the ride, Jonathan just sat there, staring at her with a calm face — to which she initially didn't react, until she finally asked, "What's the matter? Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" she asked calmly, without taking her eyes off the road.
In response, Jonathan smiled. "Nothing much, just admiring your beauty. By the way, have you noticed how pretty you look with your hair up? I think it's really cute, you know?" he said, resting his chin on his hand.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was fighting something — not because she was annoyed, but because she felt strangely flustered by the compliment.
Squinting, Jonathan finally understood why she had reacted that way before: she wasn't angry. In reality, she was hyper-aware of him — and simply didn't know how to process those feelings.
After all, the way she reacted wasn't like a woman from this world, but like a woman from his world.
Finally understanding what was happening, he realized that his "move" from the night before had seemed much more effective than usual.
Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to take advantage of the situation and push things further between them, he was fully aware that the mindset of women in this world was different. If he tried to go any further now, she would probably pull away.
But that didn't mean he couldn't, at least, get a little taste.
"By the way, you accepted my suggestion from before. I can do it for you now, like in those movie scenes, what do you say?" smiling significantly, he placed his hand on her thigh, stroking it lightly.
"I didn't accept anything, and it's not appropriate to do that while I'm driving," she replied, removing his hand from her thigh.
"Oh, so as long as it's not while driving, it's fine?" he raised an eyebrow, asking back.
Slightly huffing, she answered, "Don't act dumb, you know what I meant. Besides, in those scenes, it's the woman who puts her hand on the man's thigh, not the other way around."
Hearing that, Jonathan's face lit up with a big smile. "Yeah, that's true. Then go ahead, you can touch me however you want." He leaned back in the seat, hiking up his shorts and tapping his own thighs. "Come on, go ahead."
Elizabeth averted her gaze for a moment, distracted by seeing Jonathan's thighs. Her eyes focused on the muscular lines, but she quickly regained her composure, shaking her head slightly. "Not now, Jonathan. Stop, you're distracting me."
Still smiling, he pulled his shorts down his thighs. "Okay, okay, I'll stop before you crash the car." He chuckled softly, but then smirked. "But are you sure you don't want a little cuddle~?" He placed his hand back on her thigh, this time getting dangerously close to her privates.
"Jonathan." Her face trembled for a moment, biting her lip for a second before shifting to a frown and saying firmly, "Not now."
He still kept smiling but calmly withdrew his hand. "Alright, alright."
After that, a pleasant silence fell as they continued heading toward the academy.
Until Jonathan abruptly broke it.
"Are you sure you don't want a little affection~?"
"Jonathan!"
"Hahaha~"
…
At the War Woman academy, inside the ring, Jonathan and Mário were exchanging punches and kicks.
Although Mário was throwing strong strikes, Jonathan held back much of his power so as not to knock out his training partner.
"By the way, I was going to say this earlier, but I forgot. Didn't expect to see you here today. Did something happen for your honorable presence to be here?" Mário asked, moving slowly with his arms raised in guard and a faint smile on his face.
Jonathan lightly tapped Mário's guard with his glove. "Nothing much, just felt like training. So, you should feel grateful for my illustrious presence here."
"Ah, yes. You can bet I'm completely honored. Oh, what a delight."
Jonathan nodded with a haughty look of agreement before striking Mário's guard with force.
Being slightly pushed back, Mário complained, "Take it easy! Don't forget I'm not a woman, nor a freak like you — I don't have your gorilla strength."
Jonathan smiled amusedly at him. "That just sounds like a skill issue to me."
The two continued their sparring session, trading punches and kicks back and forth until they finally stopped.
Covered in sweat and completely exhausted, Mário removed his gloves and went to a corner of the ring. "Thanks for the training!" he waved lightly, passing the rope.
Leaving the ring as well, Jonathan waved to him, took off his gloves, and put them in his bag. He then moved to an area where a solitary punching bag was being constantly hit.
In front of the bag, Maria was training alone, striking during her own session.
At that moment, instead of her hair being tied in a ponytail, it was braided, falling down her back. Instead of the loose short shorts, she was wearing tight gray mini leggings, clinging to her skin.
Not looking more than that brief moment, Jonathan focused on his own punching bag in front of him, continuing his training.
Soon after, Mário appeared again, already dressed in different clothes and carrying a backpack and helmet. "Still training?" he asked, coming up behind Jonathan.
"Just a light warm-up, nothing more. When I'm done, I'll head out," Jonathan replied, not stopping his strikes on the bag.
"Hmm." Humming, Mário went to Maria. "When you're done here, you close everything up." He said, lightly nudging her.
"I'll close it, don't worry," she replied, stopping and placing her hands on her hips, turning to him.
Nodding, Mário cast a sidelong glance at Jonathan before returning to Maria and smiling significantly. He approached, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Since you two will be alone for a while, you have to take advantage of the opportunity." He gave a light pat and stepped back.
"I'm leaving. Bye to both of you," he raised his hand in farewell, without looking back.
"Bye."
"Bye!"
With Mário gone, Jonathan and Maria refocused on their punching bags.
After a while, the only sound in the academy was the strikes hitting the bags, along with their audible breathing.
Jonathan was hitting the bag almost automatically, his mind partially distracted.
The extra effort that day wasn't without reason. He wanted more than before, to be at the peak of his physical capabilities, since he had now faced real risk in his life.
He was doing something he hadn't done in a long time: training to the limit.
And for that reason, he kept giving his all, even completely exhausted.
While he was distracted, Maria, next to him, was equally distracted — precisely by his presence.
Her strikes were precise, but her eyes were almost always on Jonathan, fully aware of him.
Not only that: the situation and the fact that she was actually going to put her plan into action only distracted her even more.
'Alright, now's the moment. All or nothing. Let's go!' she motivated herself internally, trying to ignore her nervousness.
She stopped hitting the bag, exhaled deeply, and turned to Jonathan. "How about we end our training with a little sparring?"
Jonathan, still thoughtful, paused upon hearing her, turning toward her, exhaling as he pushed his hair back. "Sure, but I'm already pretty tired, so don't expect much energy from me."
"Well, I'm tired too. Come on, it'll be light and quick," she said, already removing her hand wraps.
Following her example, Jonathan also removed his wraps, and they moved to an open space right there.
Releasing a yawn, Jonathan positioned himself in front of her, raising his hands and leaning slightly.
Maria mirrored his movements.
She moved her hand, trying to grab him, something he easily avoided even while distracted. But she kept trying, attempting to grab him more times.
After several failed attempts, with Jonathan seeming almost bored, Maria finally took a step toward what she had in mind.
Suddenly, in an explosion of energy, she took advantage of Jonathan's distraction, catching him off guard and grabbing him.
Jonathan, surprised by her sudden speed, soon found himself being thrown down.
As he prepared to react, he found himself immobilized in a strange pose, however his lack of reaction was precisely because of this, this position left his face very close to her ass and vagina.
It was a strange pose, where his head and arm were trapped between her thighs, with her half-crouched so close to his face that he only needed to tilt his head forward to touch her.
Furthermore, he also noticed that from the way she was holding his leg, his waist was tilted up and close to her face.
She just needed to lean over a little or he could use his free leg to force her head to touch his cock and balls.
That position was essential a half nine grappling version,
He soon understood that she didn't really want to fight, but rather to "play at fighting."
Maria stood there, anxious and nervous, waiting for Jonathan's reaction.
It was a final gamble: an attempt to fulfill a fantasy she had harbored for a long time, but one she had imagined was too daring compared to the usual "accidental touches."
As her anxiety grew, believing he didn't want this, she suddenly had her face buried deep against Jonahtan's groin as his leg pushed against her.
Just as she also felt his face touching her ass and pussy.
Smiling happily and excitedly, she tried to "resist" Jonathan's attempt.
But her attempt to escape only caused her to bury her face deeper into his groin, while pushing her own groin against his face.
And so it continued with the two "fighting" against each other, attempts at "blows" and the consequent "resistance" causing them to rub their bodies against each other, each feeling the other's private parts and bodies in their constant movement.
This continued to the point where Jonathan applied a rear naked choke, with only one arm around her neck and the other holding one of her arms behind her back.
And since she was facing the floor, he was touching her freely, his penis resting comfortably against her ass as she squirmed, "trying" to break free from his grip.
Each attempt made her press against him with force.
Breathing heavily, Jonathan's face rested on her shoulder while she turned her face to the side.
Staring into her dark brown eyes, Jonathan felt satisfied with what was happening — there was no way he wouldn't be — but unfortunately, like all good things, he had to stop.
He was physically and mentally exhausted, although he wouldn't fool himself: he could definitely still go further even in this state.
Just like any other man who wouldn't refuse sex even if both his arms and legs were broken.
But there was also the fact that he wasn't going to go that far. If she had done this earlier, they could have played more, but he had to end the game, at least for now.
So, he said, "I think we better stop here." He then released her arm and moved the other one away from her neck.
She blinked, not reacting much to his abrupt words, just staying quiet.
Smiling at her reaction, Jonathan slowly stood up, enjoying the feel of her ass for one last moment before standing up.
Reaching out his hand to help her up, he said, "Where's your phone? Give me your number."
Sitting on the floor, Maria blinked as she looked up; she couldn't believe the words she had just heard.
But seeing how Jonathan kept his hand extended, smiling at her amusedly, she finally believed she wasn't going crazy. "Y-yeah, I mean, kuhum, yes, wait here." She took his hand, stammering with anxiety.
Trying quickly, and rather unsuccessfully, to disguise herself, she forced a calm expression before heading toward her bag.
Walking silently, Maria was practically screaming and jumping joyfully in her mind in a way that, if visualized, looked extremely feminine — something she ignored.
Almost seeing what was happening in the girl's mind, Jonathan shook his head slightly before looking away, noticing that it was already night outside.
He was thinking of calling Elizabeth to pick him up, since he obviously wasn't going to leave on foot, and perhaps teasing her a little on the way back as well.
'Indeed, I am a very busy man.' He thought, "resigned" to the "burden" of dealing with so many women.