“Nik san, what’s wrong with you today? Are you sick?”

Panting, I shook my head at K’s questioning gaze. She just saved me from the wrestling coach, who had me pinned flat on my back for most of the training session.

“You seem very tired… did you eat well for breakfast?”

“I’m fine. I think I exaggerated a bit with my morning jog,” I lied and rose up on my elbows.

“We still have half an hour left.”

“No problem, I just need a short break.”

Standing at my side, she cast her eyes downwards at me and furrowed her brow. “Hmm…Okay. Drink something, eat a banana, and then we continue.”

I nodded and with an apologetic look towards the coach dragged myself into the corner.

Sorry, K, I can’t do shit today, because last night I went to the spa and came back very late. That would have been a refined answer. The more straightforward explanation for my tiredness would have been: I fucked Miyu Akizawa’s brains out at the spa. And to add another bothersome detail to this story – Kentaro Fujiwara was the one that invited me to the spa.

“Come, after 10 pm,” he told me when we met by chance in front of my dormitory house, and I accepted his invitation because he hinted he could make things happen. He was the boss’s nephew after all.

The door to the gym had been open with no guard at the entrance, so I proceeded downstairs to the spa. Kentaro was already inside the pool. He removed the white towel from his face and grinned widely. “Ha! Sugoi, Nik san! Great that you came. Join me…”

I slid into the hot water and after a quick dip, I joined Kentaro on the side of the pool. I didn’t trust the bastard one bit, but even at the risk of angering K I thought it was worthy to see what he had to offer, or at the very least find out if he had some bad intentions.

Kentaro opened up our talk by bragging about his achievements as a proxy, highlighting the importance of his five-year experience, the number of fighters he had under him, their success, and so on, while complacently pointing out how K had none of that. His tacky self-praise turned into a monologue that was impossible to interrupt. I kept nodding waiting for the right opportunity to cut in with a question of my own, but before I could do that we both got distracted by voices in the locker room.

“Somebody else is coming?” I asked, becoming alert at once. Kentaro’s fighters…was my first thought.

Kentaro shrugged with a cheeky look in his eyes. His gold earring sparkled as he turned his head in the direction of the newly arrived guests.

“Nik san, let me introduce to you Akizawa Miyu, the best YD female fighter of her division and Kurogi Hana—“

“Yes, we’ve met,” I interjected, sliding downwards in the pool until my lower lip touched the water.

“Ah, so desuka?” Kentaro raised his eyebrows. “In the gym?”

I shook my head and before I elaborated Miyu started speaking in Japanese. The only word I understood was hentai boy, as her pronunciation of the word coincided with a prolonged look at me and giggling by both girls.

Kentaro laughed out loud. ”So you got already well acquainted, I hear,” he continued, giving me a sly glance.

I nodded, looking somewhere at the fuzzy tiles beneath the water. “I suppose we need to leave now?”

“What? Why?” he frowned. “Oh, you mean because of them? Of course not, they’ll join us, plenty of space for everyone.”

The girls, dressed in white robes ending just above their knees, sat on the edge of the pool opposite of us and dipped their legs inside the water. While the new company was certainly a pleasure for the eyes, this turn of events made me feel uneasy.

Kentaro said in a quieter tone: “Today was their last training at our compound. Do you find them attractive? Which one do you like better? Miyu or Hana…both maybe?”

I rolled up my eyes, hoping they didn’t hear him.

“Oh, Miyu is it? Tsk…I knew she might be your type…well, she’s almost everybody’s type.” Kentaro shamelessly continued.

I tried to make him stop by shaking my head, but the idiot called out to Miyu in loud voice: “Miyu san, what do you think of our new boy here? You think he’s a good fighter?”

The girls laughed then Miyu spoke: “Hentai boy….he need to fight first.”

“I agree. I offered him friendly sparring with one of my fighters but he…wasn’t ready,” Kentaro said, his eyes settling on me again.

Fucking bastard!

“Maybe too early…he afraid,” said Miyu laughingly with Hana nodding her head in agreement.

“I’m not afraid to fight anyone, but such decisions are up to my proxy,” I defended myself, having a strong wish to submerge into the pool and not to come to the surface until they were gone.

“Hah!” retorted Kentaro and splashed the water with his hand. “K won’t let you fight for another year...”

I shrugged. “Not much I can do, can I?”

He tilted his head towards me. “You need to be more persistent. Tell her what you want, she can’t just keep refusing you.”

Clearly, you don’t know K well enough.

“If you prove yourself with my guys in friendly sparring, I could mention your name to my uncle, and if an empty slot in one of the tournaments comes up, who knows, might be yours. But for that to happen, Nik san, I need to see you fight first. Right, Miyu san?” He glanced at her sideways.

“Yes, hentai boy, you should fight. We come to watch,” she said nodding, pointing her finger first at Hana and then at herself.

Kentaro’s incitement to go against K couldn’t have been more obvious, nevertheless, that didn’t diminish the attractiveness of his proposal. A friendly sparring or a real fight was something I longed for as well.

Miyu stood up and tossed her long braided hair back over her shoulder. Making sure I saw her obvious stare at me she left towards the showers.

“Go on,” Kentaro nudged me, his eyes leering at Miyu’s athletic body.

“Oh, you want me to leave you alone?” I whispered with a suggestive glance at Hana, who with her short hair wet and spiky looked like a young thug.

“No, bakayarou… I’m telling you to go after Miyu. Do you really think I’d have plans with somebody like Hana?”

I had no answer to that, Kentaro was just too unpredictable.

I was happy, too happy to oblige. Without having to worry about the odd Japanese underwear this time, I marched in my swimming suit into the showers with confidence and played surprised when seeing a well soaped, naked Miyu. She let out a little cry at first, but then, instead of chasing me away, she smiled at my apology, turned with her back towards me, and continued soaping her legs.

I stepped under one of the showers close to her, paying little attention to my actual washing. Her casual glances across her shoulder and suggestive pauses of her hand on certain parts of her body intensified my excitement. She was provocative and shy at the same time. I employed all my mental power to restrain myself from causing some unnecessary scandal until her invitation was obvious. She stopped soaping, leaned with her hands against the wall, spread her legs slightly, and let the water pour over her body. She showed me her profile and tilted her head in an inviting gesture. I sprung from my shower under hers and pulled down my swimming pants with ferocious eagerness. Her braids pressed onto my chest, as I embraced her from behind. I needed it. Too much, as it turned out.

“Shit, sorry…I--”

She put her finger over my lips before I could blather out some stupid apology, and gently pushed me away. Hiding her eyes from mine she washed off with a few quick strokes and left the showers. When I came out too, she was waiting for me wrapped in a towel.

“Come,” she said in a low whisper, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as if the towel was not covering her body enough. Her eyes kept avoiding my naked body with excessive timidity. I grabbed a towel and followed her. Somewhere in the background Kentaro and Hana were still talking.

She led me into a small sauna room with four cedar benches placed in two levels. She spread her towel over the lower one and lay on it. I did the same, taking the bench next to her. For minutes she lay completely still with her eyes closed, while I observed her muscular body getting covered with droplets of sweat.

Feeling the touch of her feet against mine, I turned around and began massaging her legs, moving upwards from her ankles. My hands slid easily over her sweaty body and she responded to my touch well. Enclosed in the small hot room with dim red light, I became bold and covered her small body with mine. The sex was hot, literally, and this time I made it last, even though towards the end l felt like my skin was on fire. I dashed out of the sauna and jumped into a small poll, feeling more than ever appreciative of the icy cold water in it.

After the cold dip, we settled in the resting corner on large lounge chairs. The spa was quiet, the two of us the only remaining guests. Rocking slightly back and forth in my chair I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

“Would you really come to watch me fight?” My voice was slightly hoarse from the lack of fluids.

Miyu inhaled a big breath, her breast going up and down beneath the tightly wrapped towel, and turned her head towards me.

“You first…come watch my fight.”

“When do you have a fight?”

“Umm…Doyobi…ummm…” She started to count on her fingers mumbling words in Japanese. “Sa..Saturday…”

I lifted my head slightly. “This Saturday? Like in three days?”

“Mhm-mmm.”

“That’s great, same as James then. Sure, I’ll be there,” I said with excitement in my voice.

She smiled with her eyes closed and stretched out on the chair. The pleasantly cold air in the resting room made my eyelids heavy. I must have dozed off a little because when I opened my eyes again, Miyu was on top of me and the chair was rocking back and forth again. She discarded her towel and my hands reached for her breasts.

“Hentai boy…” She giggled, as if my touch tickled her.

“Nope…” I shook my head, smiling. “Nik… I’m Nik.”

“Nik…” she sighed.

I let her use me as she pleased, the chair rocking faster as her moans became louder. With a cry, she collapsed forward onto me. We lay like that until our breathing slowed down. Then, without a word, she got up and vanished into the showers. My arms hung limp on the sides of the chair, my fingers touching the floor. Good thing the chair was sturdy enough, I thought just as the sound of running water reached my ears.

Soon after I heard her receding footsteps, and a door being shut. I lingered on the chair for a while longer, enjoying the state of complete relaxation. Miyu and Mrs Yamamoto were two different kinds of sexy, although both had that timid, slightly restrained demeanour, which excited me as hell. Perhaps it was something Japanese. Perhaps K was like that too…I stopped myself immediately from going any further with this thought and decided it was time to leave.

My jogging the next morning was more like walking in the sleep and eventually it turned into an actual sleep on one of the benches in the park.

I wanted more sleep….I wanted food…I certainly didn’t want the wrestling training. But, a fighter's got to do what a fighter's got to do.