Chapter 5

“Let me see if I understand. If I win a boxing match against you," she pointed to his body, "using this armor, I'll be entitled to your sexual energy?"

“Exactly.”

“You know I'm a powerful entity, right?" She said, handing him a box of condensed milk, enough to almost make him smile.

“Yes, but you lack fighting techniques," he took the box and kept it nearby. "And you must be an apprentice because you rarely manage to channel that strength."

She made an offended expression, putting her hands behind her back and shaking her shoulders.

“How insensitive you are, Mr. Sabino.”

Lumíria raised her arms, looking at her own body in a red medieval samurai armor.

She only raised her eyes to peek at his reaction, but he remained indifferent, putting on his own gloves while the girl tried to get his attention.

She adjusted her breasts forward, trying to capture at least one glance from him.

It seems that the only time she got a great reaction from him was earlier, which, by the way, was the reason he was putting a bandage on his arm.

She was heading to her gym when she saw Vinicius carrying a rug on his shoulders. She shouted his name, but he didn't hear, so she ran to him, the armor making a rattling noise.

He stopped for a moment, senses heightened, and looked back, seeing a being, an entity, or whatever the creature was, running towards him as if to extract his soul and deliver it to hellish dogs.

He ran uphill with all that weight, but lost balance and ended up tripping on the poorly made asphalt, scraping his arm.

She raised her hand to help, but he thought it was an attack and began screaming desperately, retreating like a frightened spider.

“I thought nothing could shake you.”

“I can say the same about you," he replied, tapping both gloves and warming up with small jumps, practicing evasions and punches in the air with a fixed gaze on her. At least in this moment, she could have his attention.

“I've heard of many fetishes, Vini, but yours are really hard to believe if you claim not to like men.”

“I thought I proved the opposite to you.”

“Hmm. Want to prove it again?" she said, stretching her hands and licking her lips provocatively at his member.

“Are your boobs still hurting?”

Then she jumped back, protecting them. Maybe the idea of the low neckline in the armor wasn't such a good one.

“Ouch, you pervert," she closed her eyes and looked down, embarrassed. "What would your parents think of you abusing a nice chaste girl?"

He blinked, curious.

“But if you want to give it a little pat here, I'll allow it," she arched her back for him. For a moment, he considered giving a slap, but he didn't want anyone to hear, so in a quick motion, he took off a glove with his mouth, covered her mouth, and slapped his hand like a hot iron against the exposed buttocks. Lumíria widened her eyes, blushing, moaning against his hand.

She stared into his relaxed eyes with a subtle smile before he raised a finger to his lips to indicate silence.

“If you're a good girl, I might give you another one," he whispered.

Lumíria felt her eyes welling up with the statement. At that moment, the urge to bite her lips was irresistible.

He let out a heavy sigh, condensing the air between them, and stepped back, tapping his gloves again, and she repeated the same.

“Do what I taught you, dodge, protect, evade, and punch.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Sabino, okay.”

He bit his lips, somewhat uncomfortable, wanting to ask something but not knowing how.

“You've never been shy, why now?”

“Well, it's just that... is your little tail going to get stuck in the armor?”

She blinked, understanding it was her tail.

She jumped out, and then her horns also protruded from the armor.

He almost smiled with joy, and Lumiria couldn't ignore that small crumb of happiness.

...

The fight didn't start differently from the last time, with her not being able to predict the moves well and easily taking hits. Fortunately, the armor could alleviate some injuries, which was starting to weigh on him.

Unfortunately, he had to back off a bit for the situation to weigh on her too.

With skill, he sank his canines into the packaging of the condensed milk, tearing it without ceremony and causing the white liquid to sensually splash over his chest and face. An instant of paralysis took hold of her, not understanding why he had suddenly decided to open the box.

The wild force of those teeth, characteristic of a man accustomed to using strength, was evident. At all times, he flexed that muscle like a Brazilian god. Lifting the box with a suggestive look, he traced a path over the six sweaty sections of his abdomen.

Without saying a word, Vinicius just acted. The apprentice's trembling legs gave way, and she fell to her knees. She realized that she easily faltered in the face of Vinicius Sabino's seductive gestures.

A finger gesture, like a beckoning, and the girl began to crawl in that position, distant and effervescent eyes, slightly open mouth, and a naughty tongue protruding.

Facing each other from above, she let her head turn poorly backward to expose her breasts.

And she brought her tongue to his abdomen, feeling that magical shock, mixing with the shock of an elbow to the demon's face, which rolled towards a set of drums.

“Who said the fight was over?" He teased, returning to his warming hops.

She snorted, getting up with a lot of anger directed at him.

“Do I really have to remind myself that you do not see me as a woman when you want.

“Exactly," he skillfully dodged when she tried to punch him, hitting her ribs, which didn't hurt as much, cowering for the breasts, but she protected them, and she attempted between his legs.

“Calm down, fair play.”

“I don't trust you.”

Vinicius almost got tired of the 6 quick, vaporous dodges like bursts of fireworks, widening his eyes for a moment, perhaps even regretting what he had just invoked. Then, with bouncing steps around her, he opened a flaming smile, expanding it like the devil himself, tapping his gloves.

“That's it, darling, go for it.”

She roared and ran at him, but his capoeira movements easily molded his body down, dodging any blow from above. However, with superior strength and speed from the invocation, she tried to drain his energy as quickly as possible. She was also curious to see how far he could go.

Surprisingly, she was impressed by Vinicius's resilience, who, in addition to everything, displayed some marks of bruises on his face, making him irresistibly attractive. Shaking her head to regain focus, she was determined to win, exhausting him right there. She was fed up with the guy's games, and he wouldn't take advantage of her naivety.

But minutes passed, and they were in a fiery battle in the gym. Vinicius should realize that at some point, he would be endangering the gym, but his face seemed to say that every sacrifice would be worth it.

There was a strange moment. A moment she thought would never happen due to his avoidance of her.

But Vinicius Sabino had an ambition in capoeira that left humans intrigued in her mind. He was a natural man in his chaste seduction, a natural man in wanting to cross the fire and surprise you in making it possible; what Vinicius Sabino wanted, what he desired.

He ran towards her, his eyes like those of a lion about to attack prey, his feet like those of a dominant man of the forest, his sweaty torso as if he had faced the flames of a nature demon's fire.

It was a moment when time stood still, and she couldn't do anything because it was another man, surprising and fearless. When they don't fear the demon, even the demon doubts its capability, and before she knew it, she was rolling on some mats, he held her wrists, and she didn't know how that was possible, perhaps because she let her guard down and lost the strength of the moment.

He roared at her while holding her voraciously, and she squirmed beneath him.

“Go, get out, get out," he shouted.

“Mm-hmm," she moaned, trying desperately to free herself.

“You want to get out, huh, want to get out?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You always wanted, always wanted to defeat me, to conquer me, but you'll have to try to beat me.”

“Mm. Hmm.”

She almost said get off me, but this was a fight; she didn't have to ask him to get off her. She had to find a way to get him off.

Vinicius was beside himself; he was no longer the same. Something had been activated within him, but she also didn't want to lose to him. She growled at him, minimally activating her eyes, causing his expression to crumble, destabilizing them for mere seconds, and making him loosen his grip. But he hardened his face again and pressed his hands even more against her wrists.

In Lumíria's mind, the following scenario unfolded: the adrenaline of having caught a big beast, like a bear or a leopard, and the pleasure of seeing him humiliate himself were the boy's objective. But it seemed he wanted more. In that moment, his body emitted steam from how much he could drain her energy.

She stared up at him, his sweaty hair dripping onto her, curling more as they got wetter, his teeth grinding, and his skin with veins appearing so pale. The fight unfolded, minutes passed, and in a strange turn of events, she succeeded. Usually, apprentices needed tridents to extract sexual energy from boys, but Vinicius activated something in her, an uncontrolled explosion. Her eyes, black until then due to some infernal imbalance, turned amber, shining intensely, undoing Vinicius's expression, now reflecting hers.

Finally, with all the noise they had caused in the gym, someone in the house woke up, called for him, and Vinicius returned to normal, finally realizing what was happening. In an act of desperation, feeling violated, caught off guard by someone taking something that could have been precious to her, he knocked her out.

Once again.

He threw the succubus over his shoulders and ran to his room before his mother completely crossed the hallway. In a leap inside, he entered and closed the door, and his mother turned on the lights, but he was safe.