A Hero In The House of Horrors (Starboy vs ???)

[DSX93]

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Match Type: House of Horrors Match

Details

The House of Horrors match takes place inside of a

(Imagine this, but bigger)

, during nighttime hours. Starboy's opponent(s) will already be present inside, so the front door will be locked after his arrival. His goal will be to find the key (which is hidden in a place of their choosing) and escape before sunrise. He may receive hints on the key's location or be allowed a set period of time to search for it unimpeded, but he must submit to a penalty in exchange.

Hentai is allowed, and if Starboy is made to submit or orgasm while in possession of the key, he must submit it, and his opponent(s) is allowed a certain amount of time to hide it wherever they choose to. If he is not in possession of the key, he must go to a specified spot for a time before being allowed to resume the search.

The last hour of the match will be conducted under

A Witching Hour match is a sixty-minute ironperson match where the falls are scored differently than normal. Only submissions, orgasms, smother knockouts, and Hentai knockouts are counted, with certain actions being worth up to four points:

- Regular submissions are worth one point.
- Orgasms are worth one point.
- Vocal submissions are worth two points. This includes forcing the opponent to beg to receive pleasure or to be allowed to orgasm.
- Smother knockouts are worth two points.
- Competitors will be allowed to reject the opponent's tapping in favor of forcing a vocal submission, and accomplishing this will award four points. However, if the opponent is able to escape the hold during the attempt, they will be allowed to apply a hold of their choosing in return, not to be resisted until it is completely locked in. A submission earned in this manner will be worth four points.
- If a competitor attempts, but fails to make their opponent beg for an orgasm, and the opponent escapes from their position, this will prompt a reset into a sexual position of the opponent's choosing, not to be resisted until they're properly in place. An orgasm earned in this manner will be worth two points. Four, if it is begged for.
- Hentai knockouts are worth four points.

Another way to win the contest is to use a marker to draw an inverted pentagram on the opponent. Victory will immediately be granted to the one who is able to accomplish this, regardless of the score or how much time is left. And of course, for the sake of fairness, the drawing will not be accepted if the opponent is unconscious.

If Starboy happens to emerge victorious at the end of the Witching Hour, he will be allowed to walk away as the winner of the entire match, whether he has the key or not.

***

Well. This wasn't what Emilia Morasanu had in mind when she first pitched the concepts of the "House of the Damned" and the "Witching Hour" to Alix. If anyone other than Eveline herself had pitched a match containing Hentai where they'd be competing together, she would've had some very, very unkind words to say to them. And even then, she really had to sell it. And to that end, the elder sister leaned on Morasanu Productions. She said some things that made sense: It could be a good way to get themselves used to fighting for real while putting on an act. More than usual, anyway.

Emilia could admit that she could use some tuning up. Her first two matches saw her breaking character. While one could hardly blame her for letting it happen in the midst of the sweet, fiery, maddening, aphrodisiac-fueled passion that caused it, she'd still let it happen. Not that it would stop her from seeking rematches, but that's beside the point.

If she had to team with somebody, she would've preferred it be Jaclyn or...anyone else in their Coterie. But their schedules were full this week. Plus, she had to concede to another point that had been made: A match like this could get a lot of eyes on them for when they unveil the partnership between Morasanu Productions and LAW. Perhaps their opponent could even be their first co-star.

Emilia had grown more and more interested in Starboy the more she learned about him. Namely, that he was devoted to the role he played. To date, she hadn't heard any word of him acting like anything other than a courageous superhero, in or outside of the ring. She could certainly appreciate that level of dedication, having spent entire months living as her characters prior to coming to LAW. She woke up as them. Ate as them -- she found ways to make it work with the vampire gimmick -- went about her daily life as them. Fucked Jaclyn as most of them. Brushed her teeth as them. Went to bed as them.

She was as method as it got, south of Stanislavski and the top adherents of his system. Especially Daniel Day-Lewis. She knew better than to go full Daniel Day-Lewis. Was he the same way?

Emilia accepted the pitch on one condition: They were to face him separately. An agreement that had been made between them days ahead of time. And Starboy? He'd learn who he was facing when he arrives.

The sisters were currently in a boudoir, primping and preening in front of the mirror.

and

chosen. A game plan established. Mostly.

Emilia found herself worrying more and more in correlation to Lacramioara's face coming closer to its complete application, and Eveline could see the discomfort. The girl was capable of a magnificent poker face, but there were little things that gave her away. She was fussing too much about her appearance. Fixing sections of her outfit one or two times too many. Having a bit of back and forth about whether to tie her hair back or let it loose. Eying that bottle of purple hair dye a few seconds too long.

"Ești tulburat." A fact that was stated as such as she finished up on her eyeliner, eying the younger Morasanu through the mirror.

"Nu sunt."

"Poți păcăli pe ceilalți, dar nu mă păcăli pe mine." She's more confident than that in her appearance. In fact, the last time Emilia cared so much was...Oh.

Emilia groaned on the inside. She'd caught that second long pause that interrupted Eveline's perfectly measured pace, knowing immediately that it meant that she'd been sussed out.

Nu vorbi despre asta. Nu vorbi despre asta. Nu vorbi-"

"L-ai cunoscut deja?" It was times like this that Emilia would have preferred that they were more like American siblings, who mostly hated each other and barely spoke unless it was to antagonize. She didn't want to admit that for once, she wanted to be the preferred sister. It was why she had yet to introduce her to the two friends she'd made. Knowing Eveline, she'd end up talking them into something with Serina, then she'd hardly hear from them again.

This isn't something that she does intentionally. Emilia knows this. But still, Eveline has her effect on people.

She will introduce them. Later. She wanted to have them to herself for a little longer first.

"Nu."

Eveline nodded her understanding. There was something about him that had piqued her interest.

Truth be told, there was something about many of the people that Eveline was interested in that also interested her. Serina's strength and unending drive for continued success, consistent across what was almost two decades now. Alix's surprising thoughts in regards to philosophy -- the woman was a lot deeper than she thought. And Desdemona Belti had an aptitude for roleplaying. Ionia and Alix had both reported that her rendition of Red Riding Hood had been unshakeable, even in the face of mostly everything she wants from a woman. She could've had some fun with that. It was possible that she still could -- could always ask for a match -- but she wasn't sure that she wanted to now that the she-wolf had gotten her fangs into her.

That last example was why Daeva Asphodel was her choice of who would be greeting Starboy. Since Hentai's allowed and he's a man, it made the most sense to have the first face he sees be that of the personification of her sexuality.

"Să-l las pe el?"

It was far too late to be asking that question. But even so, Emilia wanted to say yes. She would take a happy medium instead. "Dacă el este înclinat să se deda cu Hentai, îl voi avea mai întâi pe el." Which effectively meant, with the mess she'd make, that she'd be the only one who would.

"Cum doriți."

And so it was settled. Poor, poor Starboy. At their request, all he'd been told was that Balcombe Mansion was a home to the undead. Nothing of who or how many. Nor of the sort, but given that this is a mansion -- and on top of that, a mansion in Transylvania -- that question was unlikely to need answering.

The entrance had been left ajar, just a tad, as if the mansion itself was inviting the hero inside. A little movie magic would be applied here with a camera and a bit of manpower. The former being meticulously placed where not even the Morasanu sisters, who knew of its existence, were able to spot it on the way in. The latter was similarly out of the way, using it to watch Starboy entering the mansion. Once he had, the man would move in stealth, waiting for the door to close behind him before using the key he was provided to lock it from the outside.

It wouldn't be long after realizing that he was trapped that Starboy would come to spot the wrestling mat laid out in front of the stairs in the

(Imagine that a wrestling mat is in place at the bottom of the stairs instead.)

At least his opponent, or opponents, were the sporting sort, it seemed...

Romanian to English Translation

"Ești tulburat." -- "You are troubled."

"Nu sunt." -- "I am not."

"Poți păcăli pe ceilalți, dar nu mă păcăli pe mine." -- "You may fool the others, but you don't fool me."

"Nu vorbi despre asta." -- "Don't talk about it."

"L-ai cunoscut deja?" -- "Have you met him already?"

"Nu." -- "No."

"Să-l las pe el?" -- "Shall I leave him to you?"

"Dacă el este înclinat să se deda cu Hentai, îl voi avea mai întâi pe el." -- "If he is inclined to indulge in Hentai, I will have him first."

"Cum doriți." -- "As you wish."

[Jaystar]

Jens Olsen had to pinch himself. Strangely, this was still real.

Just around a week ago, the guy living his life as the Lonely Superhero, Starboy, within the ranks of LAW had engaged in a meeting at the LAW campus with an enchanting businesswoman called Alix Jacques, who had presented him with a proposition. A proposition, and a rather lucrative contract to feature in an alternative branch of LAW called After Dark, evidently aimed for some more niche, yet obviously lucrative audiences. It had sounded like a fun little adventure to embark on, but what the Lonely Superhero hadn't been expecting was finding himself flying from Tokyo to Transylvania in less than a week's time. Talk about an adventure!

And it wasn't just the geographic location that was intriguing, it was the whole setting for the match. After having arrived to Cluj-Napoca, Romania from Tokyo via Munich, Germany, Jens had gotten the chance to spend one night at a hotel to deal with his jet lag, before his transportation had arrived to pick him up at 6pm the following day. But instead of the maybe 30-minute drive that he had been expecting to the set, by now he had been already taken for four hours into the mountainous, forested countryside along dark, slippery, icy roads... With only a full moon lighting up the snowy ground.

Perhaps he should have taken the match name - House Of Horrors - a bit more seriously. Or perhaps even literally... This mansion was not in any kind of city at all. No, it was rural, and likely very hard to escape on one's own... Which coincidentally apparently was the hero's mission tonight. This match was going to be a full-on adventure on its own... If you could even call this one a match. If you asked Starboy, this was a mission. A challenge. Or, in fact, an adventure... But of course, technically a match. Just one that had a whole another storyline from anything usual...

But honestly? Jens was loving this. This was what Starboy was all about. Being The Lonely Superhero who braved on all kinds of challenges in the quest of defeating villains was exactly what he had dreamt of getting to do the most, and honestly, there should have been zero complaining for him. All he had to focus on was to kill his nerves, clear any counterproductive thoughts, and provide his best effort as a brave superhero!

...The thought of which reminded him to go over the match card given to him once again. He likely wasn't going to get to take it with him into the mansion... So he'd better memorize its contents thoroughly! So, he was about to enter a mansion. His opponent, or opponents, were already inside. But no information over who they were, and where exactly they were... Door was going to get locked, and his task was to find the key. Sounded simple enough? Or then again... Maybe not. Mansions tended to be quite...big. It could have been anywhere... And his opponent, or opponents could have been anywhere. And of course, the whole point was obviously for him to run into them, duh... But in any case, the mission was to find the key, and escape. No need for getting pinfalls, submission or whatnot... This actually sounded quite feasible!

Oh, then there was the hints part. That sounded quite promising too. But the sentence did conclude with a condition, that receiving hints carried a penalty... What kind of penalty? The hero's mind got stuck on trying to solve that dilemma. What kind of penalties could have there possibly had been?

And oh yes, then there was the Hentai part, with some complicated conditions... But those weren't really important, right? He just had to avoid getting dragged into any Hentai stuff, and none of those were going to matter. Although he did read the paragraph through once more though, just to gain some insight into what kind of challenges and surroundings might have lied ahead... The last sentence was very odd though. "The last hour of the match will be conducted under "Witching Hour rules""? He had absolutely no idea what those were.

Maybe, just maybe, the hero should have read also the reverse side of the match card after all...

Starboy - The Lonely Superhero

Finally, the car ground to a halt in front of a courtyard, with a central fairway towards a big, decorate mansion. The driver wasted no time with opening the door, prompting Starboy to step outside and enter through the gates... The hero began slowly approaching the front door, with suddenly a considerable degree of tension, anticipation, and anxiety running through his veins, and butterflies filling his stomach... Gosh, this was getting a little too exciting!

...Until it was getting a little too cold. This was a full moon night in February after all, and it was freezing cold! And this was a moment when Starboy really realized that he may had not been thinking his choice of attire all that thoroughly through... Granted, he had been expecting to wear it mostly in LAW ring or the studio settings within the campus... But now he was wondering through a wintry Transylvanian courtyard, with the cold air biting his skin! It was better to start taking steps quicker now, before all the predators potentially lurking could detect the scent of the hero's flesh...

Reaching the steps, Starboy climbed them up rather rapidly, before coming to a stop a few feet from the mighty front door. Glancing one more time behind him, the hero checked that there was no one to be seen... And in fact, there wasn't. Not even the car that had brought him there! Where had that disappeared? He hadn't heard anything... And now that he looked back along the fairway again, he noticed another peculiar detail... Since when had roses blossomed blood red in the middle of February?

It was getting cold though. Time to enter the Balcombe Mansion, and start the hunt for the...Undead?

Honestly, Starboy hadn't thought that much of the word, or description having been used before. But in this setting, in these surroundings and atmosphere... The word had a really haunted ring to it. This felt real... Very real. Even if surely he was not going to be facing any actual undead... Although, the door was slightly ajar. Strange choice in cold weather like this... Did the inhabitants of this mansion need no warmth in their souls?

Only one way to find out. Stepping in!

And that's exactly what Starboy did. And after taking one step, the hero immediately took at least three more, in order to accustom to the mansion's lighting better, and to get away from the drafty doorway. If only he could-...

*CLANG!*

Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Starboy immediately turned around to face it, his eyes wide open, only to pick up the sound of a key locking the door - from the outside. From the outside?!? There had been no one there! Absolutely no one!!!

Starboy would no longer question why this was called the House of Horrors. This was the House of Horrors. He had already learnt that first-hand now.

What was more consoling though was that it was finally a bit warmer, and all the candles having been set up throughout the foyer looked very inviting. Carefully observing and taking in his surroundings, the Lonely Superhero could not detect anyone present there, and dared to take quite a few steps forward again. Soon he noticed the wrestling mats at the bottom of the stairs that were illuminated by the candles, and wandered his way into the middle of them. Now, these must have surely been the fanciest surroundings that he had ever wrestled in...

Only thing he was missing now was his opponent... Oh, and the key, of course. But the hero could already guess that the key wasn't going to be a realistic concern for quite some time yet... At least not before he would have met his opponent. These wrestling mats must had been set here for a reason.

And the placement of them was surely not a coincidence either. Despite his inexperience, Starboy had already developed some superhero wits already... And he had certainly taken the remark outside that the sole room displaying any light from its windows had been located upstairs. It must have been relevant information... But had the point been to simply tell him a direction to head towards in search of the key... Or was he going to be better off preparing himself for the battle right here by these wrestling mats, where the stairs from the floor above were inevitably leading any wandering undead to?

[DSX93]

Seconds after the door was locked, the sisters' phones, both sitting atop the desk in front of them, would vibrate with the reception of the message from the man outside. Neither of them reached for theirs. That they went off at the same time told them that it was..."Arată timpul."

One last look in the mirror...

"Nu-ți face griji atât de mult. Arăți uluitor."

"Știu." That was never in question. It was a matter of looking better. Emilia needed to see if she could manage.

Satisfied with what she saw looking back at her in the mirror, she would speak again, in Daeva's silken

, "I will go and greet our guest." She had only taken a few steps towards the door before...

"Nu m-aș pune niciodată între tine și oamenii pe care i-ai lăsat să intre în viața ta. Știi asta, nu?" They would have to sit down and talk about this. But not tonight. But for now, Eveline needed to make sure that her words were said. She got out of her chair, and when Emilia turned to face her, she projected that honesty through her eyes the best she could.

This went back to Gabi Skutnik. High school. Their friendship had gotten a little awkward after the girl picked up on Emilia's feelings for her. It didn't take long for that to happen. Despite her efforts, she was pretty obvious. Gabi didn't know how to handle that situation, and while she was in the process of figuring it out, she started hanging around Eveline more. She found it easier, and safer for her flirty personality, knowing that Eveline wouldn't think anything of it.

Emilia would get the wrong impression, and some of that would end up sticking even after things were cleared up. That fussiness with her appearance? Her hesitance to introduce her to Keira and this Black Severin fellow, veiled in some excuse or another? She did that when Jaclyn came into the picture. And then there was the meet and greet with Serina on that fateful weekend she came to Romania. Emilia was excited to meet one of her wrestling heroes, but barely got to talk to her. Eveline got busy flirting; she couldn't help it. She was completely taken with the woman. And Serina proved to feel the same way.

There's been a sort of distance between the sisters since. Emilia would never open up about why, and up until now, Eveline would fail to find a reason herself. The idea that her best friend felt that this was necessary was hurtful.

And Emilia could see it. It would be why she'd avert her eyes. For just a second, lest she come across as disbelieving. Too late.

"Știu."

Eveline nodded. "Ce ai vrea să fac în seara asta?"

"Exact ceea ce am convenit."

"Cum doriți. Hai să vorbim mâine. Nu vreau ca asta să se deterioreze."

"Vom." Now it was Emilia's turn to make sure that something was said in the meantime, after stepping forward to give Eveline a hug. "Încă ești cel mai bun prieten al meu." Lifting the tension that her body was accumulating in the process.

"Mă bucur."

There would be more for them both to hash out, but a shared glance communicated that they felt that this was a good place to leave it with the little time they had here. With that, Daeva was off. They couldn't keep him waiting too long.

The Lover headed for the foyer, figuring that Starboy would stick around for the confrontation that the mats were laid out for. And lo and behold, that was where the hero remained. It would earn him a smile, albeit one that told him nothing of how she viewed him or of her intentions. Was she welcoming him in? Were there any evil schemes coming to form behind her eyes already? Was she assessing him? If so, was she satisfied, or disappointed, but intent on making do?

"Welcome to the house of Balcombe." Daeva set a measured pace as she descended the stairs. His eyes would have much to feast on, but she wasn't without decorum. It simply would not do to be bouncing all the way down. "I take it you are the conquering hero, come to rid it of our presence?"

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, she'd step onto the mat, then past the center, to close in on Starboy himself. "Or is it something else that brings you here? From whence flows your longing, Starboy?"

Spoiler

"Arată timpul." -- "Showtime."

"Nu-ți face griji atât de mult. Arăți uluitor." -- "Don't worry so much. You look stunning."

"Știu." -- "I know."

"Nu m-aș pune niciodată între tine și oamenii pe care i-ai lăsat să intre în viața ta. Știi asta, nu?" -- "I would never come between you and the people you let into your life. You know that, right?"

"Ce ai vrea să fac în seara asta?" -- "What would you have me do tonight?"

"Exact ceea ce am convenit." -- "Just what we agreed."

"Hai să vorbim mâine. Nu vreau ca asta să se deterioreze." -- "Let's talk tomorrow. I don't want this to fester."

"Vom." -- "We will."

"Încă ești cel mai bun prieten al meu." -- "You're still my best friend."

"Mă bucur." -- I'm glad."

[Jaystar]

Starboy had quickly found the wrestling mats - but he was also quick to start exploring the rest of the foyer. After all, the staircase appeared all quiet and empty for now, with no voices that could be heard coming from the upper levels... And he was set to have time for the whole night anyway. Made perfect sense to get familiar with his surroundings, and who knows, maybe even find hints on where the all-important key might be along the way...

After having spent a moment wth his feet on the wrestling mats, the hero noticed how cold the hard floor was once again when taking steps around the furniture in the decorated, candle-lit hall. Closing in on the windows he could almost feel the breeze from outside too, this surely was a cold night indeed. Shouldn't really have been a problem though, considering that the activity he was supposed to be engaging in tonight was adequate to keep anyone warm and heated... Once he would finally get to it. Now the candles provided at least a source of temporary warmth as he passed them by... And the leather sofas and armchairs looked rather inviting too. The superhero had to quickly test one too, feeling the leather against his skin, before he finally realized that the amount of pumpkins in his view was suggestive of an eternal Halloween in this mansion...

Starboy eventually wandered back onto the edge of the wrestling mats, deciding to take a closer look at the table on the opposite side of the stairway. It could have been easy to hide a key somewhere here in plain sight amidst all the lanterns, candles and decorations... But there didn't seem to be one. Not a surprise, really. Maybe he should make his way to the other-...

"Welcome to the house of Balcombe."

Suddenly, the hero's stance stiffened up as he quickly turned his head towards the staircase... And indeed, a figure had appeared on top of it. He couldn't quite see yet in the gloomy light properly who the speaker was, and how did they look like... But the voice was certainly peculiar. House of the undead, huh? That just started to sound more fitting than the hero could have ever envisioned beforehand...

It didn't take long for the figure to start descending down the stairs, with Starboy also turning his bearing straight towards the middle of the steps. He also tried to take up as powerful and confident stance as he could, wanting to make himself look like as strong and mighty superhero as possible... First impressions surely mattered! And he wanted to let the figure know that he was ready to face anyone.

Of course, as the creature walking down the stairs got closer to the wrestling mats, the more of her was illuminated... And it didn't take long for Starboy to determine that the figure was indeed her. She was clad very appropriately mostly in black leather, while still showing off her skin and curves in all the right places... And based on her words, there was a high chance that she was indeed his opponent - or at least one of them. Why else would he have been assumed to be there to get rid of their presence?

The girl was rather fearless too, coming straight up to the Lonely Superhero who was still puffing his chest. He could ascertain that he was probably just a tiny bit taller than her, but she did look rather toned and curvy too, potentially a pretty strong opponent despite not being a heavyweight by any means. And her attire... It was intriguing, to say the least. But what was most mesmerizing, and frankly, a bit unsettling with her was her peculiar, strange, unique, silken voice...

Admittedly, the girl's voice did manage to catch Starboy off guard a little. It did send his mind racing a bit, making it a tad harder to focus on coming up with the perfect reply... But eventually, when their skins were almost touching already, the hero managed to nail his wandering gaze off of the girl's body and into her eyes, while finally giving out some responses himself too. Not that it was particularly easy though... Clearly, he couldn't be 100% honest. "I'm just searching for a key and then planning to leave?" No, that wouldn't turn out well.

Luckily, the girl's words made it peculiarly easy to immerse into his own role as well. "Yes, I am the mighty Starboy... And my task tonight is to turn this den of misdeed into a realm where justice reigns." the hero began in a rather matter-of-fact, yet still slightly preposterous tone. He had actually been slightly put off by the fact that the girl already knew his name... But it was too late to change his decision to introduce himself. "And if you are hoping to stop or prevent me, than yes, be prepared to get conquered..." he continued, before running out of the more noble things to say, and his thoughts shifting towards the need for finding out more about his task at hand tonight. "So please, do tell me, who are you, and what are you doing in this marvelous mansion?"

[DSX93]

Too late, Superboy. Daeva had already caught a glimpse of what was there beneath the mask. "Fear" wasn't the word she'd use to describe what she saw. At least, not entirely. As she came closer, she could see a spark in his eye. This was something he was looking forward to. She wondered how much of that was the environment, how much was the contest itself, and how much of it was her now.

Even with them being face to face, almost so close as to be chest to puffed up chest, he was having such a hard time getting his eyes up to hers. Ooh, the hero has some spots of corruption in him!

"Daeva Asphodel. 'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Thought I suspect we'll have plenty of time beyond tonight to..." She raised a pale hand to his chest, right over his heart. "Become more familiar. There is a darkness to this place. All mortal souls who enter it and stay through the night..." Her eyes fell into a pointed gaze where her hand was, as though touching him had given her access to some sight that only she could see. Something deep. Something telling. "Either meet the dawn a changed being, or fail to re-emerge altogether."

A story that Emilia had spun right on the fly. She trusted that Eveline was watching this on her phone, preparing a continuation of whatever she says in order to keep the play going when it's her turn to have at him.

"You are asking the wrong question." She brought her eyes back up to meet his, still assessing him. As she did this, she brought both hands up to his handsome face, softly laying both on either cheek. "I am already damned. In you, I sense corruption. The taint of a deadly sin. Do not worry: It need not destroy you. But it begs me to ask you again, just as you must ask yourself: Why are you here, really?"

[Jaystar]

Starboy was still putting on a good, or at least a very valiant effort with appearing like as mighty, conquering hero as he could. Remaining stern, choosing his words well, maintaining his stance, and especially puffing out his chest...

...Which, ironically, soon turned out to be a bit of a weak point for the aspiring superhero. The villainess had not failed to puff out and match her own, more feminine chest with his... And unfortunately, it turned out to be a way of getting into Star's head. Simply put, the ample curves of her chest were always going to turn out superior to the hero's own any day...

That wasn't what Starboy needed to be focusing on though. Her words were. And at first, he did! So, Daeva Asphodel was the name. Didn't sound particularly villainous, but maybe he was about to find out more soon enough. Or beyond tonight, as the lady suggested. If only he could just remain focused...

And then it happened. Her rather cold hand planted itself firmly against his chest, right on top of his heart. He did well to mostly hide his flinch, but it was obvious that he was far from immune to this touch.

It became immediately trickier for Star to record what the girl was saying, half of the words going out his other ear to be honest... But he could also detect the haunted tone and words that she was using. And he couldn't help but appreciate it, and on some level get more excited and intrigued by facing this woman tonight... He certainly always appreciated a foil who could play a role as immersively as he did.

He also didn't fail to detect Daeva's eyes nailing on his chest. And that prompted his own eyes to nail on her leathery chest in turn. Something that the black-clad girl surely wouldn't miss, when she continued with her words and lifted her eyes onto his face again.

Perhaps that was the reason why he soon found the girl's hands drifting onto his cheeks, as if to keep his head and gaze in place. And frankly, already that by itself threw off the hero a little... He hadn't been prepared for quite such a gentleness just yet. It was mentally a tricky thing to combat...

And another tricky thing was to follow Daeva's twisted words, or especially coming up with a decent reply to them. Yes, Jens considered himself to be rather adept with acting out the role of Starboy, but in this case, even Starboy himself was getting outacted by his opponent. "Why was he here?" Wasn't that obvious? And why hadn't his earlier response been adequate?

One lesson that most bullies had usually learned, was that when you couldn't cope verbally with your opponent, it was time to get physical. And despite Star certainly not being a bully, it was the escape route that he already decided to take. Surely the match was technically already on, right?

After quite some silence with his mind going over his options, the hero finally responded to his leather-clad adversary. "Why tell you, when I can show you..." he began, before suddenly raising his own hands on Daeva's, and trying to push them off of his face, swiftly step towards the side, and wrench the girl's other arm behind her back!

[DSX93]

His pectorals tensed at her touch, but he remained otherwise motionless when she touched him. Daeva almost asked him what was going on in his head. It was clear where his mind was, but what did he have them doing? Whatever it was, it was so juicy, he couldn't focus. A clear demonstration of the hold that the deadly sin she'd just mentioned had on him, prompt like he'd read a cue. She had to stifle a smile. And if she hadn't come across a certain masked wrestler weeks prior to tonight, she would've assumed that he would be easy moving forward.

It's his first Hentai match. He's a guy. And she's a..."big titty goth babe". Emilia personally despises that description. Or rather, how it tends to be used; to effectively reduce a woman to an object to be lusted after. But...the words are true of her. And people "love" big titty goth babes.

And on the subject of titties, Daeva had to take his eyes off of hers. At least for the moment. She didn't let it show, but she was eager to hear his answer. It would set the course for the entire night. And so she stood there, watching the gears turn behind his eyes, with the stillness brought about by her increasingly bated breath being the only hint of her anticipation.

But Starboy would have nothing for her. Not verbally. Physically, however...

He moved quickly, swatting her hands away from his face, but seizing control of one of her wrists. Stepped to the side, circled around to her back, and wrenched her arm in good. Emilia had grown closely acquainted with the pain that shot up her arm and peaked at the shoulder. As she waded through the hell that was her initial training sessions with Serina (which, while not actively malevolent, were designed to push her to quit), she even came to like some of it.

That which was caused by a basic hold like this was in that ballpark. A warmup that shaped her lovely face into something that was in the medium point between wincing and grinning, baring a pair of razor sharp fangs. Daeva's free hand reached up for a place at the back of his head. Slow and gentle, like a woman reaching back for a lover who embraced her from behind, and the ugliness the hold wrought began to fade as she focused on his eyes, in seeming correlation to the clarity that seeped into hers. With the strain creeping into her voice, she'd tell him: "I see it!"

Her hand crept lower, to the back of his neck, then those cold, pale fingers began to squeeze. To bring him down with her as

then rolled to the side, rising to her feet with a twirl underneath the space she'd create with the lifting of his arm, seized by the wrist, wrenching the arm and utilizing pain compliance to pull him into a tight headlock. Cheek to leather-clad side-boob.

[Jaystar]

Granted, Starboy wasn't always a man of many words in general. It was partly due to his real personality, and partly embedded in his aura as The Lonely Superhero... But this time, his lack of words wasn't all that intentional. The mysterious villainess had indeed come up with questions and words that managed to mess with his head enough to render him almost speechless, and taking things already physical was an effective way to escape the developing awkwardness.

Of course, getting the battle going already must have had its downsides as well. Everything pointed towards this night becoming a long, exhausting one, and the hero might have been better off with holding off with his efforts a little while longer... But then again, starting off like this probably gave a brave and fearless account of him.

Besides, they were on the wrestling mats already. And Daeva had left her hands in a vulnerable position here. Surely, she must had expected Star to get provoked by the way they were touching his face too.

And things started off well! Starboy got his opponent's arm locked in tight, with the leather-clad girl seemingly accepting to be at his mercy for now...

...Or that was the delusion the hero fell momentarily under with the way Daeva looked back at him, almost as if accepting his embrace. Soon enough though, her fingers began squeezing his neck in a much less embracing way, letting Star feel that the villainess wasn't indeed afraid of hurting the hero.

Not that she even should have been, obviously. Perhaps the hero should have been a bit more rigorous with his arm wrench though, as he became a bit too easily steered by Daeva's efforts exactly in the way she wanted to.

Starboy had to give mentally credit to Daeva's clever and skillful way of escaping the hold, and turning the hero's opening swiftly against him. Just for a brief moment though, as the tight headlock he had now gotten trapped in necessitated action instead of pointless wondering.

Another thing was for sure too - the villainess wasn't shying with the body contact. The aspiring superhero did not fail to notice what his cheek was resting against, and it admittedly did spark something inside him.

That wasn't something that he should have been focusing on now though. Instead, the hero tried to reach his arm to claw on the opening on Daeva's belly in hopes of getting out of the headlock - despite his hand first seemingly having been headed for her breast first, before deciding otherwise.

[DSX93]

For a second there, Emilia believed that he was going for it right off the bat. And although she'd signed up for this, she would've been a little disappointed if he had. As Daeva's first two Hentai matches showed, she wasn't at all opposed to having at it from the word go. But the superhero gimmick changed things. She wanted resistance. She wanted a fight. And besides, the night was still young.

Starboy seemed to have sensed those thoughts, and it led him to something outside the box. Daeva remained tight-lipped, but he was close enough to catch a pained grunt as his fingers dug into her exposed flesh, crushing her abdominals. He'd get to maintain it, but she'd squeeze down even tighter on his neck in return, bringing him as close to her buxom as she could have without smothering him outright. A combination that would hopefully keep him nice and distracted as she

and shifted her weight. If she was allowed to drop to her knees, he would be left with three options:

Either go with it and enjoy a fun flip onto his back, with her right there on top of him, headlock still applied with the addition of her leaning her body weight onto his chest to take the wind out out of his sails, risk landing on his head when he comes down with her, or whatever tricks he might have to stop or counter the takedown at this stage.

[Jaystar]

For a wrestler, Starboy did admittedly have deficiencies. One of which was not being the best at taking initiative... Frankly, most often, the aspiring superhero's strategy consisted of "trying to cope with anything that they throw at me". And that was exactly what was happening now. Daeva had managed to take the control and press him into a headlock against her breast... And Star was just trying to cope with it by deciding to bury his claw into her belly.

Creative? Perhaps not. But effective? Sure, that's how it seemed! No, the hero wasn't getting released by the deviant-looking girl, but he was getting a reaction. It was certainly uncomfortable for her. The reaction wasn't a big one, but he could tell the grunt.

Unfortunately, he could also tell her retaliating in form of the ever tighter squeeeze on his neck. Inevitably, it did render his claw weaker, and alleviated the girl's discomfort... While pressing him even tighter against her chest too. Silver lining, one could only guess?

Nah. There wasn't time for such dirty thoughts. Especially not as Daeva was already on the move, shifting her weight ever so slightly, and dropping to her knees, causing the slender hero to get sprung up and flipped over onto his back. Subtle yet skillful, proving the brave hero that he certainly needed to up his game if he wanted to cope with her.

"Ugh!" was the simple grunt that Star let out as he found his back smacking against the mat, and Daeva's weight pressing onto his chest. And from the outside, it probably looked like he was in a predicament now... And even if inside, he had to admit it too, it was admittedly a rather alluring predicament. Truthfully, there were few things that turned him on more effectively than a hot and cute girl demonstrating their wrestling prowess at his expense, and unwittingly, Daeva had managed to secure a rather arousing position on top of him.

Of course, that was nothing that Starboy was going to admit. "Nice one... But I'm not that easy!" was his defiant reaction instead - even if he wasn't having any idea how to escape this position, and thus wasn't even actively trying to do so.