No Nut November Challenge! Part 2!?

[Weonna]

Hiro clenched his jaw as Fang turned her back on him, her words laced with mock innocence. He knew what she was doing. He knew she was playing him like a fiddle.

His eye twitched. His body tensed.

"Damn it."

She was baiting him. And it was working.

Hiro prided himself on his discipline, on his ability to stay focused no matter what. That was part of what made him so dangerous in the ring, part of what made him a fierce competitor. But Fang—Fang knew exactly how to push his buttons.

He inhaled sharply through his nose, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to ignore it. He should ignore it.

But he couldn’t.

“Easily distracted?”

His voice came out low, almost offended. He stepped forward, instinct taking over.

“Is that what you think?”

His pride wouldn’t let this slide. His competitive nature refused to back down from the challenge she had just set.

He stepped even closer, now directly behind her. His breath was steady, but his heartbeat wasn’t.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Fang.”

Hiro exhaled sharply, staring at the back of her head, every muscle in his body on edge.

Two weeks of discipline. Two weeks of resisting.

And now, for the first time since this stupid challenge started…

He was on the verge of breaking.

[ZorzLeth]

"Oh?" Fang responded with more mock innocence, "I didn't know that we were playing. But if you say you are easily distracted." She turned around gave a quick kiss on Hiro's cheek as she whispered seductively, "Then just wait right here. I'll be right back."

She picked up one of the bags and entered their bedroom and closed the door. After a few minutes, she opened the door, revealing herself to be in a black dress, that had quick the opening that reached down to just the top of her abdomen. There was an opening in the lower portion of her dress that exposed one leg.

Spoiler

"You feeling good now?" Fang said with a smirk as she leaned on one wall to allow Hiro to see her fully in this dress.

[Weonna]

Hiro barely had time to process the quick kiss on his cheek before Fang disappeared into their bedroom with one of her bags. He stood frozen in place, his mind racing. His body still felt the warmth of her whisper, and his pride was already wounded from her earlier challenge.

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Stay calm. Stay focused."

But then the door opened.

And everything went out the window.

Hiro’s eyes widened as Fang stepped out, draped in a black dress that clung to her figure like a second skin. The deep-cut neckline dipped dangerously, teasing just enough to make his throat go dry. The slit on her dress exposed one long, toned leg, her stance only accentuating the effortless confidence she exuded.

For the first time in two weeks, Hiro was stunned. His mind blanked. His breath caught in his throat. He had seen Fang in wrestling gear, in casual wear, even in teasing loungewear before—but this? This was something else entirely.

Hiro opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out at first. His brain was still rebooting. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but it was useless.

This was a direct attack.

“…Fang,”

he finally managed, his voice lower than he intended.

“What are you doing?”

Hiro’s jaw tightened. He had walked into this, and he knew it. His discipline, his training—none of it prepared him for this.

And worst of all?

Fang knew it too.

[ZorzLeth]

Fang held back the need to giggle in response to Hiro's reaction to her in the dress that seemingly broke his brain. She strutted forward until she was inches away from Hiro.

"Showing you what I got." Fang said playfully, yet seductively, as she wrapped her left leg around Hiro's waist.

"Is that wrong?" Fand asked as she placed her hands on Hiro's shoulders.

[Weonna]

Hiro’s breath hitched as Fang closed the distance between them, her confidence practically radiating off her. His mind screamed at him to move, to escape, to not fall into her trap—but his body had other plans.

The moment her leg wrapped around his waist, his muscles tensed. His hands instinctively hovered at his sides, as if unsure of where to place them without giving in. He should step back. He should create distance. But he couldn’t.

Then came her hands on his shoulders, her touch light but firm, sending a shiver down his spine. The warmth of her body so close to his was messing with his head. He was trying to stay focused—trying to remind himself of the challenge, of Kenzo, of everything that had kept him from breaking the past two weeks.

But right now?

All of that felt like an afterthought.

His eyes flickered downward, tracing the elegant curves of the dress, the smoothness of her exposed leg. Fang knew what she was doing, and she was executing it flawlessly.

Hiro swallowed hard, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

“Fang…”

he started, his voice betraying the struggle within him. Hiro’s fingers twitched at his sides. Every fiber of his being told him to pull away. But instead, his gaze—completely against his will—traveled up her body, locking onto her crystal blue eyes.

[ZorzLeth]

As her body presses against Hiro's, Fang brought her lips close, so that her breath was on his lips. She was giving into her desires as well, which could've further tempted Hiro further.

Of course, as her lower body pressed against Hiro's lower body, it was clear that she had no underwear underneath.

[Weonna]

Hiro’s restraint had been hanging by a thread, and Fang had just cut it completely.

As her body pressed firmly against his, the warmth of her breath ghosting over his lips, he felt his last shred of willpower disintegrate. The tension between them was unbearable—two weeks of forced distance, of frustration, of unspoken desires, all coming to a boiling point in this single moment.

Then, his control snapped.

With a deep, primal exhale, Hiro closed the final inch of space between them, capturing Fang’s lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands, which had been hesitating at his sides for far too long, finally acted on instinct, sliding down her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

The moment his fingers moved upward, grazing higher, realization slammed into him like a freight train.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

A deep, involuntary groan rumbled from Hiro’s throat as he pressed her even closer against him, his grip on her thighs tightening. His entire body burned with the sensation of her bare skin against his hands, the sheer audacity of Fang’s boldness making his head spin.