"Nice flavor, isn't it?"
Leo's hand gently traced along Tangie's back, feeling the powerful muscles beneath her skin. With a light push, he sent her falling back onto the bed.
She was far more harmless than her rough exterior suggested—something that genuinely surprised him.
"Damn it…"
Lying on the bed, the female street fighter stared at Leo, a flush spreading across her face. She couldn't understand it at all. When they first met, she had been filthy, reeking, covered in scars and spikes—yet this man was still calmly taking advantage of her, not even flinching when steel needles pricked him.
"So, you don't mind if I start?"
Leo smiled faintly and moved to begin. He carefully took off her boots. Like her clothes, they were worn but didn't carry any unpleasant smell. When her bare feet were exposed, he couldn't help but sigh.
Her feet were beautifully shaped, but unfortunately covered in calluses and scars, stripping away much of the elegance they could have had.
"If you don't like it, don't touch!"
Her sharp tongue followed immediately. She turned her head away, then glanced at him sideways, watching him hesitate while holding her foot. She was clearly embarrassed, yet still stubbornly defiant.
"That's not it. It's just a bit of a shame."
Leo held both her ankles and climbed back onto the bed, guiding Tangie's long legs apart into an M-shape, revealing the small triangular cloth between them.
He pressed lightly and could clearly feel the dampness there. This wasn't caused by arousal just yet—it was obvious she'd taken a bath not long ago.
Leo lifted the cloth, and in the next instant, a thick patch of hair came into view.
He raised an eyebrow but didn't dwell on it. Instead, he gently pressed his fingers above the garden, teasing the entrance, deliberately provoking the woman who had come to him of her own accord.
At the same time, his other hand moved to the full chest that had hurt him once before, kneading it lightly.
The rich, satisfying texture pleased both his hand and his heart. Tangie bit her lip, struggling not to make any strange sounds.
She was experiencing something entirely new.
In the past, during kicks and movement, the friction of cloth against her most private places could sometimes create similar sensations. That was precisely why fighters like her wore such tight outfits—to keep everything secure and avoid unnecessary trouble.
Still, there were moments when she missed that friction. Given the harsh life and brutal fighting style of street fighters like her, it was normal that no one chased after them.
But this—
"Why is it so much stronger…?"
Breathing in Leo's scent, Tangie felt her mind spiral into chaos. All she could think about was having sex with him, craving him to do even more strange things to her body.
The sensations flooding her body were far more intense than simple friction from cloth. Combined with the thoughts racing through her mind, they pushed her to the edge, making her want to cry out and change this awkward posture.
"Don't rush."
Leo chuckled softly. He had prepared for this long ago. Even after sparring with Miss Yellow Rose in martial techniques, it was clear that a blade stained with blood—even weakened—remained a deadly weapon.
His fingers slowly began to explore deeper. He found that it was already very wet inside, but—
"You're a virgin?"
Feeling the barrier in front of him, Leo asked in surprise.
Galina being a virgin was one thing—her poisonous cultivation made that understandable—but this street fighter, who flirted with him and had shown up on her own, was one too?
"Got a problem with that?"
Tangie shot him a glare. Leo instinctively withdrew his hand.
"I just… don't understand."
He genuinely didn't.
"I'm not asking you to take responsibility. And don't tell me you think a street fighter who cultivates poison can still have kids. It's simple—I had a need, and you were generous. That's all."
Tangie turned her head away, leaving out the most important reason.
Leo had called her beautiful.
That was really all there was to it. She wanted a man. Leo said she was beautiful, didn't look down on her, and was willing to pay. Naturally, she chose him.
As for the future, or children—
Those were luxuries far beyond the reach of street fighters like her. She had never even considered them.
She grabbed Leo's clothes, pulling him close again, staring straight at him.
"So are you going to do it or not? I'm not refunding the money!"
She was serious. She had chosen this because he said she was beautiful—but if he backed out now, she still wouldn't give the money back.
Leo didn't say much. Everyone had their own fate and past. There was nothing for him to judge.
After all, he only wanted energy.
"Of course I am."
He gently kissed Tangie, who clearly still wanted to curse at him, and his fingers grew even more nimble.
When he felt his lips starting to go numb, he released the now panting Tangie, grabbed her strong thighs again, and spread them back into an M-shape, exposing the trembling entrance.
Then he pushed himself inside.
The raw tightness made Leo want to pull back and try again, but the tearing sensation and the warmth of their bodies pressed together made Tangie roll her eyes. When Leo instinctively tried to withdraw to give her time to adjust, her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist with irresistible strength, forcing him straight to the mark.
The tearing pain surged through her body, but the fullness and satisfaction made her smile despite it.
That feeling of being filled—of stability and certainty—was intoxicating.
"That hurts…"
Leo complained, but Tangie only laughed, not caring at all.
"Then how long were you planning to drag it out? I've heard that if you just tear through it in one go, it doesn't hurt that much."