"Quite a nice scent, isn't it?"
Li Ke's hand gently stroked along Tangji's back, sliding slowly over the firm, powerful muscles beneath her skin. He could feel the solid strength in every shift of her body. With a light but deliberate push, he toppled her onto his bed.
This woman was far more harmless than her outward appearance suggested—something that genuinely surprised him.
"Damn it…"
Lying on the bed, the Female Brawler looked up at Li Ke, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She truly couldn't understand why he found her attractive. When they first met she had been covered in grime and strange smells, her body full of scars and steel needles. Yet this man had still casually taken advantage of her without changing expression, not even minding when the needles pricked him.
"Well then… you don't mind if I start, do you?"
Looking at the Female Brawler lying before him, Li Ke smiled and prepared to begin. He carefully removed her boots. Like her clothes, they were somewhat worn but carried no unpleasant odor. When her bare feet were finally exposed, however, he couldn't help letting out a quiet sigh.
The shape of her feet was excellent—high arches, well-proportioned toes—but unfortunately they were covered in many thick calluses and old scars. What could have been something close to a work of art had lost a fair amount of its beauty.
"If you don't like them, then don't touch them!"
Her sharp tongue made an immediate appearance. She turned her head away, yet still watched him from the corner of her eye as he held her foot with a conflicted expression. Though clearly embarrassed, she maintained a tough front.
"It's not that I dislike them… just a little regretful."
Li Ke took hold of both her ankles and climbed back onto the bed himself. He slowly guided her long, strong legs apart until they formed a wide M-shape, fully exposing the small triangular piece of cloth between them.
He pressed lightly against the thin fabric with his fingers. The cloth was slightly damp and warm against his skin. This wasn't from anything else—it was simply because the owner of these clothes had bathed not long ago. The heat of her body had already begun to seep through.
Li Ke hooked a finger under the edge of the cloth and slowly lifted it aside. In the next moment, a dense, dark thatch of hair was revealed before his eyes. The curls were thick and slightly coarse, framing the soft folds beneath.
He raised an eyebrow slightly but paid it no real mind. Instead, he gently pressed his fingers against the upper part of her garden, stroking along the soft entrance in slow, deliberate circles. He teased the sensitive flesh of the girl who had delivered herself to his door, feeling the way the outer lips yielded under light pressure.
At the same time, his other hand reached up and cupped one of the full breasts that had previously injured him. He began to knead the soft, heavy flesh with slow, thorough motions, squeezing and rolling the plump mound in his palm, his thumb brushing across the nipple until it began to stiffen.
The resilient, warm sensation filled his hand completely and was extremely satisfying. Tangji bit down hard on her lower lip, doing her best not to let any strange sounds escape. A faint tremor ran through her body each time his fingers pressed a little more firmly against her entrance or squeezed her breast.
She was experiencing a feeling she had never known before.
In the past, when she kicked or moved during training and fights, the friction of the cloth against her private area would sometimes produce a similar sensation. That was exactly why fighters like them wore such tight-fitting outfits—to keep the clothing pressed firmly against the body and avoid unnecessary trouble.
Occasionally, though, she would even miss that subtle friction. Given the living environment and fighting style of street fighters, it was perfectly normal that no one pursued them.
But now…
"Why does it feel so much stronger…?"
Breathing in Li Ke's scent, Tangji found her mind growing chaotic. All she could think about was how things would proceed between them, and she found herself looking forward to him doing even more strange things to her body.
The sensations traveling through her—far more intense than any cloth friction—kept crashing against her thoughts. Every slow stroke of his fingers along her entrance sent sparks of heat upward, making her want to let out strange sounds and change this awkward, open position.
"Don't rush."
Li Ke gave a quiet laugh. He was already fully prepared. Although he had exchanged a few martial techniques with Miss Yellow Rose earlier, it was clear that even a weakened version of a blood-drawing sword remained a formidable weapon.
His fingers gradually began to explore deeper into her garden. He discovered that the soft inner walls had already become quite wet and slick. However—
"You're actually a virgin?"
Feeling the thin, resilient barrier that blocked his way, Li Ke asked in surprise.
It was one thing for the previous Galina to have been a virgin—her poison techniques were terrifying enough to keep anyone at a distance. But the Female Street Fighter lying in front of him, who had actively flirted and delivered herself to his bed, was also one?
"Got a problem with that?"
Tangji glared at him. Li Ke instinctively withdrew his hand.
"It's just… I can't quite understand…"
He truly found it a little hard to comprehend.
"It's not like I'm asking you to take responsibility… and you don't actually think a street fighter who's practiced poison techniques can still have children, do you? It's simple. I have needs, and you're generous with your money. That's all."
Tangji turned her head away, but she didn't voice the most important reason.
Li Ke had called her beautiful.
It was that simple. She had wanted a man, and Li Ke had said she was pretty, hadn't minded her scars or her past, and was willing to pay. So she had naturally chosen him.
As for the future, or children, or any of those things…
For street fighters like them, such thoughts were far too extravagant. She had never even considered them.
She grabbed Li Ke's clothes again, pulling him closer and looking at him seriously.
"So are you going to take me or not? I'm not refunding the money either way!"
She was completely serious. She had chosen to do this with Li Ke because he had called her beautiful. But if he refused to go through with it, she still wouldn't return the payment.
Li Ke didn't say much. Everyone's fate and experiences were different; there was nothing for him to comment on.
After all, he only wanted the energy points.
"Of course I'm willing."
He leaned down and gently kissed the lips of Tangji, who still looked ready to spit out a few more curses. His mouth moved slowly against hers at first, then more deeply, tasting her while his fingers grew more agile and deliberate between her legs, stroking and gently stretching the wet entrance.
When he felt a slight numbness spreading across his own lips, he finally released the now-breathless Tangji. Once more he took hold of her two strong, well-trained thighs and guided them back into a wide M-shape, fully exposing the faintly trembling, glistening entrance.
Then Li Ke positioned himself and slowly pushed the thick head of his cock against her.
The tight, inexperienced sensation was intense. The narrow passage resisted him, hot and silky yet far too small. He wanted to pull back and start over more carefully, giving her time to adjust. But the sharp feeling of the thin barrier tearing, combined with the sudden heat of their skin pressing tightly together, caused Tangji's eyes to roll back slightly.
The moment Li Ke instinctively tried to withdraw so she could grow wetter and more prepared, her powerful legs suddenly locked tightly around his waist. With a strength he could not resist, she forced his hips forward, driving him all the way to the hilt in one continuous motion.
The thick shaft stretched her open completely. The pain of being torn through shot through her entire body in a sharp, burning wave, yet the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled—of every inch of that hard heat buried deep inside her—still drew a shaky smile onto her face.
That feeling of fullness and security was far too intoxicating.
"That… hurt…"
Li Ke complained under his breath, the tight, scorching grip of her inner walls making his own body tense, but Tangji only smiled and paid it no mind.
"Otherwise how long were you planning to drag it out? I've heard that if you tear through it in one go, it doesn't hurt as much."