Harem app

After all those duels, I came to understand the woman in front of me much better. And I knew very well that when she wanted to push away something that bothered her, she naturally reacted with a head-height kick.

She was incredibly fast, so it was almost impossible to dodge her strikes, but since I already expected how she would act, I managed to move fluidly and escape her attack. Then I closed the distance, getting closer to her.

Now, I just needed to find a way to throw her out of the arena.

Maybe if I knew a variety of martial arts techniques like she did, I could choose the best move. But I had no idea what to do and had less than a second to make a decision.

So, the moment I got close enough, I simply landed a punch to her stomach to slow her down. Then I jumped on her with a somewhat pathetic technique for a fighter. But the important thing was that I managed to take her down.

Caught off guard by her defeat, she stared at me. As I expected, all that time fighting had definitely been worth it, because now I understood this girl much better.

And I was sure I wanted her in my harem. Not only did I want her, but I would absolutely do everything to make her mine. There was no way I would accept losing this beautiful and sexy girl.

”You’re not just a stubborn girl. You’re my extremely stubborn and sexy future girlfriend,” I said, emphasizing the word ’my’.

Then I offered her my hand to help her up, which she promptly accepted. Thanks to that, I was able to pull her close for a passionate kiss.

Still, I resisted the temptation to grab her butt right then and there, because I preferred not to irritate her so soon, much less ruin the romantic mood we were having. I knew I’d have better chances later.

”Now, to start, it’s good to answer the first question, since you’ve already lost another round.”

Zoe sighed deeply and took a step back, trying to hide her embarrassment, but I could see she was blushing.

”So... I don’t know,” she said. ”I’ve never taken my measurements or anything like that. The suits I wear aren’t custom-made, so I don’t need to know.”

I wasn’t expecting that answer, but it made sense. It wasn’t like I randomly knew my chest, waist, and hip measurements either.

”Okay, in that case, I have no choice,” I began, as a perverted idea popped into my mind. ”I’ll have to take your measurements while giving you the massage, but for that, you’ll have to be naked.”

”What?!” she exclaimed, surprised and embarrassed. ”Why?”

”How can I take proper measurements with clothes in the way?” I commented. And yes, I knew the argument was stupid, but I didn’t care at all.

”That doesn’t make sense!” she tried to complain again.

”Are you going to refuse to answer the question?” I stepped closer to her. ”You promised that if I won, you’d answer no matter what the question was. Are you going back on your own oath?”

Another thing I had learned about Zoe was that she took the cold, hard letter of the law very seriously. No matter how absurd something was, she would still agree if it somehow fell within the rules and agreements established beforehand.

But in this case, it seemed like I’d need more than that to convince her, so I played my final card:

”Besides, I’ll need to touch your skin directly to heal you, so there’s no way around it.” Of course, a bikini would probably suffice, but she didn’t need to know that.

”Okay,” she agreed to my plan.

”Just promise you’ll be naked during the massage, and then we can move on to the second question. What do you say?” I said quickly to avoid giving her too much time to think about what she had just agreed to.

”Fine, I promise,” she said quickly, though she seemed a bit tense. Probably because she was worried about what I would ask next.

And with that, I secured a beautiful view in the very near future.

”Now, tell me, why do you have that scar, and why does it bother you?”

”That’s two questions, you know?” She gave me a challenging look but still said she’d answer everything.

The girl got lost in thought for a few moments, perhaps reliving everything that had happened in her past.

”Well, starting with the more objective question, I got this scar when my father spilled boiling water on my face.”

I noticed her hands trembling slightly as she spoke about it. So, instinctively, I held her hands.

”Thank you,” she said, noticing the support I had given her.

Then she fell silent for a long time. Her gaze was lost in the past, in the scene that had once traumatized her.

”My father was a strict man...” she began again. ”And a confusing person. Maybe that was his way of teaching me a lesson...”

She sighed and started telling the story of how, at school, some boys made fun of her appearance. Back then, they teased her because she had teeth that were too big for her still-growing mouth, which made her look like a beaver.

The kids also mocked her for other reasons, so she started trying to care more about her appearance. But her mother didn’t have money for any of that and didn’t really care much either.

”In the end, all I did was cry alone in my room. But that day, my father came home. He almost never showed up...” she said in a somber tone.

Then she stopped talking. After a long silence, she described everything very briefly, as if she didn’t want to think or remember it.

”He saw me, got angry, took me to the kitchen, and burned me...”

Obviously, I didn’t press the girl to say more. I just held her hand tighter, reminding her that I was there for her. After a while, she spoke again:

”I think he wanted to force me to stop caring about appearances. Or maybe he was just annoyed at hearing me cry. Honestly, I never really understood what he was thinking. And I’ll never get the chance to ask him, since his life ended a long time ago.”

She looked up and clenched her fists with some anger.

”That damn old man died before I even got the chance to punch him!”

She shouted, releasing some of her pent-up anger. Her whole body trembled with a mix of fear and rage, but it didn’t take long for her to calm down.

The girl just practiced some martial arts moves for a moment, and quickly, she was calm again.

”Sorry about that,” she said cutely, to which I responded by ruffling her hair and saying it was okay.

”Uh... if you don’t mind one more question, where does your passion for martial arts come from?”

”Hey! Don’t you think you’re pushing it already!” she complained. ”But I can give you a quick answer: because I feel at peace in the dojo. I think that’s why.”

I already had a good idea that she trained and fought to calm her mind and understand herself better. Honestly, I wanted to know more details about how it all started, but I could only hope she’d talk more about it in the future.

”Well, the reason I want to get rid of the burn marks is that I feel like I’m still trapped in that day. My father’s authoritarian voice, all of it,” she said.

Then, seeming unable to handle the serious mood of the conversation any longer, the woman just sighed deeply and looked at me. Finally, in a warmer tone, she said:

”Besides, I know they’re not pretty. And I’d like to look as beautiful as possible.” The woman leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. ”Especially now that I have a man to be sexy for.”

Before I could respond, she stood up, saying she had given all the answers she owed. And naturally, I didn’t need to press her further.

”Okay, now, before the massage, uh... could you grant me one more round?” Zoe asked.

I smiled slightly. I knew she would ask for that. Not that there was any deep reason behind it, this woman was just very competitive.

And she probably wasn’t taking well the fact that she had suffered two consecutive losses in that manner.

”Okay, but if I win, you’ll have to let me fuck your tight ass,” I said with a perverted smile.

”What?! Where did that idea come from?” she complained. ”Besides, things have a natural order: first a kiss, then sex, and only then maybe crazier stuff.”

As I thought, she had a more conservative mindset, so it wouldn’t be so easy to convince her of riskier things. That’s why I needed to seize the opportunity.

”I’ll get the rest naturally. In fact, you’ll be begging for it after the massage,” I said confidently. ”Now, either you accept the condition, or I won’t want to fight.”

And since she was extremely competitive and wanted this victory, the girl agreed, giving me a great opportunity.