Ivy throws her last spell, another portal, one that's rapidly shrinking. You don't have time to consider your options, and in a desperate struggle, you use portal geometry to bend it towards her. The portal rips the space around it as it explodes in ephemeral pieces, many of them heading directly in Ivy's direction.

She almost dodges the attack, but it's too late, her body is cut into pieces, and the victory is yours.

Your bodies quickly reform thanks to your duel pendants, and a very pissed off Ivy is floating towards you.

"YOU CHEATED!" She shouts. "REMATCH, I WANT A REMATCH!"

"Listen, you almost won this time, isn't that enough?" You retort, annoyed.

"Exactly! You just got lucky, so that's why-" Ivy grows silent as a clawed hand grabs her shoulder.

"Ivy," Rin says with a forced smile. "If you two are going to argue, can you please do it outside the campus? Some of us like to practice their spells, and the noise you're making is quite distracting."

Ivy's about to complain, but Rin is hard to quarel with, so she insteads grab you by the collar and drags you all the way to her room. You've never actually been in her room before, it's a lot more pink and cute than you expected, with a pretty big amount of random things she no doubt stole from others.

"Ivy, did you really have to bring me all the way out here?" You sit on her bed.

"Do NOT sit on my bed, you creep. I only brought you here because it's soundproof. Anyway, as I was saying, you got lucky, you just... use random spells, and it keeps working out! There's no way you thought of using portal geometry like that without even knowing what my spell DID!"

Despite telling you to get out of her bed, she grabs your head making it really hard to stand up and comply. "I've fought you enough to know how you work. You use your portals too carelessly- and stop getting up in my face like that!" You push her face away with your hand, but she bites it. "OW- What's wrong with you!?"

You grab her wrist, but she's slippery, and you're forced to pin her to the bed instead. She claws at your face, but her hands are too smooth and her nails too rubbery to deal any damage, you try squeezing her arm until she gives up, but she doesn't, only growling harder like a wild animal. Frustrated, you both go for the same move, a headbutt.

However, as you are used to her way of fighting, you tilt your head to the side to avoid your heads bumping together, but that only results in something, much, much worse.

A kiss. The momentum makes it last two seconds, the surprise makes it last another, and when it's over, when your lips part, you feel something terrible: yearning. A part of you wanted it to last longer, and the look she gives you says the same. Without a word, you get your head just a bit closer to hers, which is enough of a signal for her to jump in for another kiss. With the now implied consent, nothing stops you from making out with her for as long as you wish. Your tongues meet, spit is exchanged, and yet you try to push her deeper into your embrace. You didn't realize how much cumulated frustration arguing with her caused, the number of times you wished to shut her up, the number of times you wanted to rip her clothes to shreds.

You have to let go of her to breathe, a trail of saliva still connecting you to her; Gravity brings it down, coating part of her dress with your spit. For once, she doesn't complain, her gaze is still distant, as if her mind has yet to recover from your kiss. Your mind is becoming clearer, and that means the shame is starting to catch up to you, so you go for another kiss, your hands groping all that they can from her modest body. She makes a small, high pitched squeak, which only serves to excite you further.

Suddenly, she comes back to her sense, pushes you away, and bites your shoulder. She pants inbetween bites, and her bites becomes a kiss on your neck, then on your mouth. This goes on for a while, random bites and moments of clarity that can't overcome the accumulated repressed lust you have for each other. She rubs her feet against your crotch through your pants as you makeout; taking this as a sign to take things further, you put your hand against her panties, and press a finger further in.

She's very sensitive, judging by how she moans with every touch. It doesn't take long for her to moans to become whine as you push her to her limit, but before you can finish the job, she grabs your hand and pulls it away. She crawls backward and tries to undo your belt; emphasis on trying, it takes her almost a full minute to undress you, but your pants do eventually get pulled down, along with your boxers.

Whatever bravado she had starts faltering upon gazing at what she finds down there, even so, she still grabs it, and after a nervous gulps, strokes it down with one sudden move. You wince, this actually kind of hurts, and worst of all, she's doing it again. You don't think she's aware that it hurts for you, she looks too nervous for the pain to be intentional.

"Hey, Ivy, can you do it a bit slower?" You ask, flushed.

She looks up, startled. Maybe she wanted this entire ordeal to stay silent so she could keep her pride. "I'm- I'm trying, you weren't slow either, okay!"

"Y-Yeah, well it looked like you were enjoying yourself, if you told me, I would've slowed down."

"Fine, okay, whatever, you want me to make it better? Well watch- w-watch-" She closes her eyes, her lips quivering. "Watch this."

She opens her mouth wide, her grip on your dick getting tighter as she steels herself for what's to come.

She swallows your dick whole, not without a great deal of effort from her part. She... tries to breathe out? It's like she's trying to blow air into your dick like a balloon, but of course all it does is make the air flow outside it, and it looks quite silly. Oh, oh no, does she think it's called a blowjob because you blow on it? She's going to start complaining if you criticize her again, and you'd feel bad about it considering it looks like she's actually trying her best. Instead, you grab the back of her head and pull her head back a bit. She's annoyed, but once you start showing her what an actual blowjob entails by lifting her head up and down, she's capable of doing it all on her own. That sight alone is enough to increase your heartbeat tenfold, but her enthusiasm is what really pushes you over the edge.

You push her head in one final time, as you unload months worth of frustration and restraint. Her body detaches from her head, but you don't let go until she's swallowed every single bit of it. You even tilt her head side to side so that she cleans as much as she can, and take the head out like a used fleshlight.

Her body struggles to pick her head back up. You find yourself apologizing for the sudden loss of control you had, and asking if she's hurt, but all she does is laugh.

"Oh, I'm BAD at this, huh?" She taunts you. "You couldn't even control yourself, that's how good it was. Admit it, I'm GREAT at this."

"What- I mean, you were... alright, I guess, but I could do better. You know what, I'll do it right now."

You pull down her underwear swiftly, she's soaking wet down there, and with no hesitation, you eat her out.

She leans back against the floor, kicking her feet back and forth. "Wha- S-stop, at least ask me before-"

"You didn't ask for me now, did you?"

"But, you- you didn't resist when I took off your pants, you- you took off my panties just like that! Asshole!" She bites her fingers, her gaze darting back and forth between your face and your dick.

"Okay, fine. I aplogize, I misread the situation. May I please have the honor of giving you oral, miss?"

"Huh? Wha- I mean, uhm... if you beg for it-"

"I'm not doing that."

"Okay, fine, I'll allow it, you may!"

You crawl back inbetween her legs, and get to work. You grab her flat ass so you can press her pussy harder against you--you're not a barbarian however, unlike her, you know to be slow, careful, gentle, loving. You react to each and every of her spasm, and when she forces your head further in, you smile, as you know that she's the one giving in to animalistic urges now. She calls you all kinds of things, but you don't let it get to you, you lick down as much as you can, as deep as you can, her insides tasting like wet marshmallow, her moans music to your ears.

You're going to hate yourself for thinking stuff like that when you're no longer horny, but right now, you're really enjoying making her squirm.

She cums, and just like you did, she's keeping your head locked between her legs, all so that she can get a few more seconds of bliss. When she lets go, she's a trembling, soaking mess, and you lick every single bit until she's clean.

"I-It wasn't even-" She stutters. "Not that good, uh, it wasn't, um... I- I b-bet you can't do it again, dumbass!"

"Was it really so good that you have to ask for more?" You go back down on her, seeing her lose it is too much fun.

"...you came first, so you lost anyway."

"What? Is that why you went for the handjob all of a sudden? Really? You're THAT petty- Mhp-"

"And now... I'm enjoying the rewaAAA- TOO FASt, I'm sensitIVE HERE, JACKASS." Her voice cracks, and you make her pay tenfold for the indignation.

The next day, you wake up next to each other, and incapable of accepting the reality you found yourselves in, you silently promise to act as if nothing happened; this didn't stop it from happening again and again in the future, but as long as you acted as if it was an accident each time, you could both keep your pride, and that's all that really mattered.