[Book of Eros] Chapter 34 - Working out with Angela? (Patreon)

After Mrs. Wisler was done with the dishes, she retired for the night, leaving Leo and Angela alone in the dining room while they finished the last episode of Dragon Ball for the day. In the middle of it, though, Angela commented, “Another girl, huh? What do you think she’ll be like?”

“I have no more clues to it than you do.”

“What do you think her Gift is?” Angela mused. “I’m strong, you’re sturdy, Mrs. Wisler is a mind reader. What will she be?”

“I don’t know,” Leo shrugged. “Super smart? Honestly, I just hope we can get along. It’d suck to be stuck in the same house with someone you can’t stand.”

“Gotta agree with you there,” Angela sighed. “And I speak from experience.”

“…” Leo narrowed his eyes and finally decided to ask the question he’d been wanting to for a long time. “You’ve said things like that before. What the deal between you and your dad?”

“…” Angela grimaced. “Sorry, I guess I’ve been throwing that around and never explained shit. It’s just… When you talk about your dad, you sound like you really admired him.”

“I did,” he nodded.

“Well, it’s the opposite for me. My dad’s the kind of person I don’t want to become. Can… can we leave it at that for now?”

“Sure, but I’m only getting more curious,” Leo admitted.

“I promise to tell you soon. It’s really not that big of a deal. I just don’t like to talk about it.”

“Okay,” he said and stood up from his seat. “Tell me when you feel you can trust me enough.”

“It’s not that…”

“For now,” he cut her off, grinning. “Time for me to pay the other half of my debt.”

Chortling, Angela let the matter go and followed Leonardo to the backyard. The light coming from the corridor was enough for them, and they stood in front of each other, two meters apart.

“Any rules?” Leo asked.

“I’ll pull my punches,” Angela said. “And I don’t want you afraid of hitting me.”

“That’s gonna be difficult,” Leo said, rotating his neck.

“You’re not gonna go all white knight on me and tell me you won’t hit a girl, will you?” Angela asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sorry, but yeah, the idea of hitting you doesn’t sit well with me. Not that I think I could, even if I tried. Still, come at me however you want. I can take a punch, but I’m not gonna make it easy.”

“Your funeral,” she shot him a savage grin that chilled Leo’s bones.

Angela ran up to him, kicking the ground and breaking into a dash that would rival professional boxers, just like the right hook she was throwing his way. Yet the motion was too wide, and it allowed him to see it in time to pull his head back. She answered with a left hook aimed at his face, with a motion just as wide that let him step back further.

“Heh. Nice reflexes,” Angela praised.

“Tsk. You’re going easy on me. I saw you throw better punches.”

“Oh? Want me to get serious?”

“Whatever makes you happy, Angela.”

The blonde’s smile only grew, and she stepped in again, this time with a left jab too fast to react to. It hit him in the nose with enough force to make him feel a familiar numbness. There was no pain, not thanks to her punch being weak, but thanks to his Gift. Still, getting hit in the face didn’t feel nice.

He saw Angela lifting her left leg, going for a kick to his ribs, so he held his right arm tightly to his side and sidestepped into the kick, nullifying most of its impact. At least it should’ve been that way, but the kick still felt unbelievably heavy, more so than the metal rod the delinquent had hit him with the other day.

“Ohoho! You really are sturdy!” Angela sounded impressed. “But we’re not gonna get anywhere if you don’t attack me.”

“Like I could hit you!” Leo shot back, breathing heavily due to adrenaline. Now it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to hit her, but also because the pressure coming from her was immense. It felt just like when you’re face to face with a more skilled player in a football or basketball match and you know perfectly that nothing you do will prevent them from getting past you.

“Come on! I don’t want a punching bag!” Angela moaned, then grinned as an idea came to mind. “Alright then, you don’t have to hit me. You just have to touch my face or my stomach with your hands.” Leo blinked. That didn’t sound so bad. It would be just as difficult, sure, but it clicked better with him. “If you do a good enough job entertaining me…” her grin grew, “I’ll show you my tits.”

Leo’s body froze.

He heard her right, didn’t he? She said she’d show him her tits. Those huge tits hidden behind a yellow T-shit tight enough to see their outline. His mind went back to Reiko, but… just SEEING something would hurt, would it? His thirsty mind decided it wouldn’t and he let the promise of a glorious sight push him forward.

“Okay!” he nodded firmly.

“Quicker than I thought,” Angela laughed. “Then let’s start for real.”

With that, Leo kicked the ground and dashed towards Angela. If he only needed to touch her, he didn’t need to worry about punches and kick wind ups or even strength. He stretched his hand to reach Angela’s stomach, but the girl effortlessly swatted his hand away with a hint of satisfaction as she stepped back. She returned his advance with a straight kick to his stomach and sent him to the ground. His caught breath was more uncomfortable than the kick itself. He quickly rose up and tried again, watching Angela’s face as she smirked in approval.

He tried his hardest against her, but all that got him was making Angela’s engine run faster. Her reactions were getting better, her movements were smoother and far less predictable. She was dead set on not letting Leo touch her, as if letting him meant her defeat, despite that never being a stipulation.

They lost track of time, not knowing how long they’d been at it. Sweat was starting to drip from Angela’s porcelain white skin as she moved to avoid Leo’s hands, her smile never fading. And no matter how many times Angela kicked or punched him, he stood up again. He didn’t feel any pain, but she was obviously holding back. A too-excited punch to his stomach and a kick to his leg HAD managed to sting quite a bit, much to his surprise. But when Angela saw him wince at it, she got her strength back in check. By the end, Leo wasn’t able to lay a finger on her once, and the visibly exhausted Angela dropped to the ground on her back as she laughed like he’d never heard her before.

“God, that was so much fun!” she said, looking up at the starry sky.

“Glad to see I can entertain you a bit,” Leo sighed, dropping to sit on the ground opposite to her.

“More than a bit,” Angela said, taking a deep breath. “Didn’t think I’d get so into it. But you don’t get tired and keep coming after me. It makes for a really amusing mock fight if I see you catching me as a loss for me. Makes it really intense, surprisingly.”

Despite how tired she looked and how ragged her breathing was, Leo thought that, since meeting her, he’d never seen her so genuinely satisfied. She enjoyed eating his food, but this was different. On her face was the smile of someone who’d done all they could and was satisfied with the results, even if this was nothing more than a silly game compared to a real fight.

“How long were we at it?” Angela asked. “No fight I’ve ever head lasted this long, that I know for sure. I’ve never been this tired before. It feels amazing.”

“Does it?” he asked, amused. While he was sweating a bit, his body didn’t feel that tired. If anything, the mental exhaustion due to trying to avoid Angela’s attacks was greater. It was stressing.

“It does,” Angela answered, sitting up and giving Leo a soft, meaningful smile. “I’m sure this was nothing but a pain for you, but… I had fun, and that means a hell of a lot to me, Leo. Thanks.”

And seeing her smile like that made it all worth it. His heart beat quickly, and it wasn’t due to the exercise. His mind knew it wasn’t appropriate to be falling so hard for two different women, but… Reiko was an earnest sweetheart and Angela was a wild pleasure-seeker. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking how endearing those qualities were to him. But he was brought back to real life when he saw Angela take a hand to her back as she said, “And on that topic, I keep my promises.”

His eyes stared and his jaw half-hung as he watched her take off her bra and the lift her T-shirt up with a huge grin. The image of her large, perfect globes was burned itself into his mind. There was a bit of space between them, and her nipples were a pretty pink color with small areolas. Her stomach, interestingly, wasn’t as ripped as he would’ve expected from someone as physically fit as her. It was toned, yes, but the definitions of her abs were very faint. Being the tease she is, Angela even made her tits shake slightly for his viewing pleasure before covering herself again.

“Huh. You’re actually really cute when you get horny,” she chuckled. Leo felt his face burning, and he wanted to retort with something witty, but his mind was too busy remembering Angela’s tits. She seemed happy with his reaction. “I can’t let myself fall behind Reiko, can I?” she muttered before getting to her feet. “I’m gonna need another shower. Let’s do this again, Leo.” And with those last words, Angela retired for the night.