Linhart y on the bed, the room spinning around him, as the bracer’s chemical signals took hold. It was a hazy mix of enhanced perceptions and strange foreign feelings. His stomach felt full, though he hadn’t eaten since the time slip. He felt jubint with anticipation, like life was good and about to get even better. But more than anything, he felt the urge to hunt, to fight, and to fuck.

  As he regained his composure, he sat up and peered over at Xenia. She was curled up facedown in a heap on the hard concrete floor. Her juicy round ass was up in the air, her back arched with a sexy line that ran up her spine in a most delicious way. His dick throbbed at the sight of her. Without thinking, Linhart swung his hand down and gave her bottom a stinging sp. “Uugh!” She yelped in pain, trembling and shaking. Her thin white pants were pulled so tight that he could see the red handprint form beneath it.

  Xenia arched her back further, groaning loudly. Then she gingerly raised her head up, looking up at him from a doggy position. A knowing smile crossed her face.

  “By… The… Twelve… I can feel you inside my head!” she panted, “Do that again!”

  “What the hell is this, Xenia?” Linhart demanded, spanking her soundly on the other ass cheek. “Why do I have the overwhelming urge to punish you?”

  With obvious effort, she pulled herself to her feet and leaned down over him. Their faces were inches apart. She was still panting in delight. “I’m so hooooorny!... I mean, you’re so horny.” A look of confusion crossed her face. “Why is a cute little flower like you so horny? Haaahn!”

  He had reached out and grabbed both her breasts, squeezing them hard. “Never mind that!” She bit her lip and squirmed, but did not try to free herself. Was she enjoying this rough py? Wait, was HE enjoying this rough py?

  “What is happening to me? Regur ID bracers don’t do this,” he said through gritted teeth. His fingers dug in, his hands were full, and he kneaded her boobs roughly through the fabric of her purple sash.

  “I can’t tell you. Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered. She slid her pants down around her ankles, hands diving between her legs.

  “I will hurt you,” he threatened, “Unless you tell me.” He was really getting into this. This woman was maybe ten years older than he, but she was completely in his control. Wait, no she’s not! His hands paused on her chest and he quietly asked, “Are these your… feelings… inside my head.”

  Xenia looked him in the eye, her face shifting instantly to elegant confidence. Her grin was like a she-wolf ready to bite. “That’s right my little flower. You are in my head and I am in your head now. We have been bonded.” She looked back down at his hands still clutching her breasts. “Now keep going and let’s see where this leads.”

  “Uuummm…” He had to think quickly. He had known that she was crazy. But it is now clear that Xenia… the elegant Goddess… the Stratega Fighter… was batshit crazy! Linhart pushed her chest away and leapt to his feet. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back tomorrow, for that release you prom… Ooow!”

  Xenia grabbed him by the wrists and lifted his arms above his head with ease until his feet lifted off the ground. “Not so fast.” She held him dangling there for a moment, inspecting his face, before speaking. “I have a few questions about your status before you run away. I notice some abnormalities.”

  Her strength was insane. She held him aloft with just one of her hands now, while the other was caressing his cheek gently. Looking down, his gaze locked on her beautiful cleavage and stunning round hips. A small patch of green pubic hair was against his leg, grinding against him.

  “You see?” she frowned, “You’re enjoying our body contact too much. The typical boy would be petrified if I held him like this. You’re getting excited.”

  “You’re getting excited too!” Linhart shot back.

  “That’s different,” she squealed, “I’m a female. Also, your status reads Fighter: Level 3. How is that possible on your first day at the Academy?” She stopped grinding and looked surprised, “You aren’t afraid of me… Not even a little.”

  It was Linhart’s turn to smile and reveal his true form. He put on his best tough guy personna, which would’ve worked better if he could move his hands, so he settled on wrapping his legs around her gorgeous hips and ass. “That’s right. I’m already an experienced Fighter, and I’m not afraid of you. The big scary head of Fighters. I bet you’ve done this to other boys before me, didn’t you?”

  Xenia’s eyes opened wider at the change in his voice. She admitted quietly, “Maybe. I have met other cute little freshmen who wished to become heroes. Such wonderful boys…” her voice trailed off.

  “What happened to them?”

  “Two of them went on to become real Fighters in their css… with a little help from me.” Her eyes darted across the room, “The others ran away. One of them peed his pants.” she chuckled in memory.

  “My point is, that none of them liked it when I did this,” she said, lifting one of her bouncy boobs from her sash and forcing it in his face. He very much liked it, but he was still feeling a need to hurt her on a primal, animalistic level. He opened his mouth and chomped down on her tasty nipple.

  “Oooow! And none of them had a dick like yours. Gods, I want to sit on it so bad! Ooow, stop biting!”

  Linhart was still tched on. He could see his own self-control disappearing. When did he become so sadistic? He would love nothing more than to screw this female Adonis into submission, but something told him that she would be wringing the cum out of him while he pleaded for mercy. He wondered what it would be like being her sex sve for a while. No, he’s got to find a way to make her subservient so he can bang her brains out.

  Releasing his hold, he licked at the blood that welled up from the toothy marks he'd left at the end of her tit. “Stratega Xenia, if you want my dick, can we make a deal? I need to gain levels before I can face your powerful muscles. I’m so afraid of your pussy wrecking me.”

  “No you’re not.” She muttered, though she smiled at the thought of it. She spread out her legs slightly and started working between her legs with her free hand.

  “Argh, okay fine. I’m not afraid. But you should know that that’s just because of my FEARLESS skill.” He continued to lick further around the tit, sucking it into his mouth, enjoying the sweaty fvor. “I attained it when I reached Level 3.”

  Xenia who was stroking his head released his wrists. Her expression turned serious.

  ”FEARLESS skill? A boy like you should never have taken that. Get rid of it! You need to be afraid. Fear protects you from dangerous people, like her, or her.”

  Xenia gestured at the little doll-faced girl and the other with the long, red braid.

  “Both of these girls are known boy haters and would break you with their pussies if you give them a chance. You should be afraid of our pussies. But instead they’re turning you on. Hey, I'm trying to warn you here! Why the hell are you getting more turned on?”

  The girls were turning him on. Both of them looked innocent as mbs with their breasts hanging out. They didn’t scare him in the least. Was it because of the skill? Linhart shook his head. His thoughts were getting mixed up. Sure, girls were stronger in this world, but they were still just girls, and he had no reason to fear them.

  Except for that one girl…

  His memory flew back to two years ago, when he’d first her. The girl with the sharp teeth. If he could feel fear, Linhart knew he would shake just thinking about her. And she was probably even worse in this world.

  Haah!” Xenia’s hand was moving in circles, as she vigorously rubbed her clitoris. “It’s turning me on, too!”

  He wrapped his arms around her and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She immediately began to orgasm.

  “Uuhn, uuhn, Uuuuhn!” she sucked until his mouth hurt. Do all women climax this long? He squeezed her close and whispered in her ear. “Please guide me. I will kiss you as much as you want, but I won’t get rid of this skill. I need it for something.”

  Xenia was looking at him, unable to speak except for hard breaths. Then she smiled and leaned into him. “How about I help you get a few more levels then, my elite freshman?”

  “Sure thing.” He nded one st kiss on her lips, “Now how do I raise my Fighter score in this crazy, sexy world?”

  “Gods, you’re so stupid.” she grabbed his lips, forcing him into a duck face. “You can’t kiss girls like that, even right after they cum.” He could feel her libido roar to life again. He tried to hide his massive erection, but it was no good. “If you want to keep your virginity, keep your lips to yourself.”

  “Who said I’m a virgin,” he grumbled as she released him.

  “Just listen to what I have to say, my innocent idiot.” She reached out to his wrist and tapped a spot on his bracer. “This is the gauge that shows your score. Your current Fighter Score is 635. When you reach 1000, you will be a Fighter: Level 4. Are you following?”

  He nodded and smiled fakely. He already knew that much.

  “My Fighter score is currently 71,820. I ask that you don’t share this with anyone. A Fighter’s score is a personal matter. Like asking a man his age.”

  “Got it. Don’t ask a Fighter what their score is,” he repeated, marvelling at her number. He wondered if her Healer score in the previous world was that high as well.

  “Now, to raise your score, as a Fighter, you’ve got to nd a competent attack on your opponent, or better yet, knock them out.”

  “Does that mean I scored points on Drystan today?” Linhart had never heard this analysis before. Could it really be that straight-forward?

  “Yes, and he lost an equivalent number of points. But the hits have to be meaningful. Here, let me show you.” Xenia pulled her pants back up, her legs glistening with her juices. She moved to an open space near her desk, stretching her arms and legs in quick enticing motions. Then she beckoned him to her saying, “Come at me.”

  Linhart stepped forward and swung at her head. Expecting her to block his punch, he was surprised when his fist connected with her chin. Her head snapped back and turned, but otherwise she didn’t react at all.

  “Now check your score.”

  He looked at the tiny glowing numbers on his ID bracer. The score still read 635. “It didn’t change,” he said, wondering if he had done something wrong.

  “Now look this way.”

  Linhart turned to her just as her rising knee connected with his stomach. Immediately after, her closed fists struck him hard in the chest twice and he found himself crumpling to the floor in pain.

  Xenia, ughing like a bell, knelt down and stuck her hand down the neckline of his shirt. She started to massage his chest and pinch his nipples. The feeling of sadistic glee poured in from his connection with her, making him feel sick. He felt no happiness from his own pain.

  “You bitch,” he pushed her away, though she had him locked in her strong embrace. “I think you broke my ribs.”

  “Oh darling, I didn’t get you too hard, did I?” She was getting really excited now, stuffing her other hand down his pants and roughly running her hand up and down his rod. “Check your score now, my flower.”

  His score was now 610. He had lost 25 points. Her smooth hands continued rubbing him in all the right pces, but a cold anger had repced his excitement. His dick didn’t care what his mood was, as it pumped pre-cum all over Xenia's hand. She hadn’t noticed his mood either. Her switch was flipped and she was ready for some rough sex. Linhart could only think of one thing he could do to stop her.

  “Argh, I trusted you!” he spat out, and began ripping at the ID bracer. He knew in his mind that it wouldn’t be removed so easily, but she paused her petting, her eyes wide in panic. “You promised you would help me. Instead, you stole my score away from me!” He sobbed into his vest, unsure if his ploy was working.

  “Oh no! I didn’t mean to hurt you, my precious flower.” Her arms were around him, this time comforting instead of sexualizing. “I just hit you as a warning. Please, you've got to understand.” She pulled him to his feet and hugged him some more. “You see, if I let you hit me, the hit is meaningless. But when I hit you, the threat, for you, was real. I scored points not just for the action, but for the circumstances. I’m sooooorry!"

  He looked bnkly, her face took on a serious set, and she whispered, “Come here, you need to see something.”

  Xenia took Linhart’s hand and led him to the far end of the room where the rape victim was resting. Close up, he was a thin figure ying tossing and turning in a semi-awake state on the bed. Linhart had seen this boy in the other world. Taylor. He was a Fighter. A nice guy. Looking down at him now, wheezing for breath and whimpering incoherently, Linhart prayed to the gods for his recovery.

  Xenia reached for the boy’s arm. The boy’s ID bracer was a dull blue colour, but Xenia’s nimble fingers pyed with it and the boy’s score readout appeared. His score was - 540. He was 540 below zero, a score which Linhart knew was impossible.

  “Another difference between worlds?” he stated bitterly.

  Xenia’s voice was heavy with emotion as she expined, “His name is Taylor. He is a junior Fighter that I’ve been working with since he joined the Academy. I arranged fights that he could win, and he paid me back in love… and with his dick. He is such a sweet boy. Two weeks ago, his Fighter score was over 1000, and he was en route to being one of the top juniors in the Academy. But then he disappeared from his dorm room without a sign. This morning he was dumped on the steps of the Healers’ Hall. They had done this to him.”

  She gently raised his cotton robes and revealed his whole body was bruised and battered. Across his quivering chest, in violent red ink, was written:

  ALL BOYS ARE HEALERS

  She dropped his robes again and leaned over to kiss Taylor's cheek. A tender compassion flowed out from her. Was this the same woman who minutes ago had delighted in punching him?

  “And so, before I commit to leveling you up, I want you to know the risks that are involved with becoming a Fighter. I want you to succeed as a Fighter.” Her sexy mouth twisted in a perverted grin again, “Hell, I want 100 sexy Fighters like you in skintight flexigear…”

  Silence hung in the air. Linhart realized the risks of becoming a Fighter in this world were much higher than in his own. At least there he would meet the enemy in battle. Here, would the enemy come for him in his sleep? Would he rise through the Fighter ranks, only to someday end up on a hospital bed like Taylor? Was that a risk he was willing to take? This decision would be so much easier if he wasn't so fearless, but instead he had to use his caution and ambition to weigh his options.

  Xenia looked at him expectantly, awaiting his decision.