Chapter 11: Let's spar Sensei! (Edited)

With my mind swirling with new ideas for improving my current tech and doubts about how my mutation is affecting me, I find myself unconsciously driving to an old building in Chinatown.

Shaking my head to clear these thoughts, I park my car in a shop that I have converted into a personal garage.

Climbing the stairs, I reach the first floor, where a worn-out sign reads: 'Chikara Dojo'.

I remove my shoes outside and step in.

"Ichi."

"Ni."

Inside, people are practicing their sword strikes. As I enter, everyone looks towards me, and the female instructor in the white shirt sighs helplessly.

"At ease. Okay, that's enough for today. Tomorrow, we will continue from here," she announces, walking to the front of the students.

The students relax their stances and bow toward their instructor before leaving, passing me on the way out.

"Have fun with your boyfriend, sensei!" a female student shouts before running out, followed by laughter from the others.

"He's not my... ugh!" The instructor starts to respond but then just shoots me a sharp look.

Soon, everyone's gone, and I stand in front of her.

Colleen Wing.

A minor martial artist from the comics and one I remember from the 'Iron Fist' show. Despite her small stature and young age of 20, no one should underestimate her as she is a ferocious fighter!

"Today is not the day of our regular session, Luke," she says irritably.

"Let's spar, sensei," I say, bowing to her.

Colleen sighs in exasperation. "Fine, but don't make a habit of interrupting my normal lectures."

I just smile and nod innocently.

She steps into the side room and brings out two katanas: one with a white sheath, hers, and one with a black sheath—mine, but I keep it here since I don't use it anywhere else.

We stand at the opposite ends of the bamboo mat. In unison, we unsheathe our katanas, placing the sheaths aside as we both take our stances.

"You do remember your promise, sensei," I say with a confident smirk. "If I win, I will get to take away the first kiss of my pretty sensei"

Colleen's eyebrow twitches. "Yes, and if I win, no rent for a month," she replies, gripping her sword tightly.

"Whatever you wish, sensei," I reply calmly.

Colleen glances at Luke, the grown young man in front of her, and is reminded of the conversation from two years ago.

***

2 years ago

"Luke, you are not giving it your all. There is so much potential in you... If you can just take this seriously, then you will be much better than your current self," Colleen says to Luke for the nth time.

Lucas was a young man, 16 years old, and was one of the first students she had in this dojo. In just two months, he had mastered all the basics of Karate, Jujitsu, Kempo, and Kenjutsu!

She could see that he had trained somewhere else before, but his basics were still sloppy. Nonetheless, it had taken years for others to grasp the basics, yet he had done it easily in two months.

But she could also tell that there were some problems with this kid. She noticed that he was rich, not just normal rich but filthy rich! She found out about this because after attending his first class, he proceeded to buy out the whole building so his "sensei" wouldn't have to pay rent.

When she refused and insisted on paying the rent herself, he changed the deal to consider his training as the rent.

Discipline was the other major problem. Many times, he did not give the training his all. Even when she got angry at him, he would just laugh it off.

"Sensei, you don't get it. There is no point in learning this kind of martial arts very seriously. A single superpower or a single piece of technology is more than enough to overpower any martial artist!" Luke replies, waving her concerns off.

"Superpower? Technology? What are you talking about, Luke? You train in martial arts so that your mind can unite with your body," Colleen can already see that Luke's mind was not fully present.

She takes a deep breath, knowing that getting angry will not solve anything. "If you take this training seriously, then I will gift you one thing that you want," Colleen says, repeating what her Master used to say to demotivated students back in her training days.

However, knowing how rich he was, she limited it to one thing. She should be able to barely afford one thing which he liked ... right?

It pained her to see such raw talent going to waste. So even if it took a big chunk out of her limited funds, if it gets him to train seriously, then she would gladly do so.

She saw Luke's face lighting up like it was Christmas.

"Anything?" Luke asked with a smirk.

"It shouldn't be too costly" Colleen adds apprehensively.

"For you its not expensive at all" Luke said with a wide smile, " ... I want to take away my sensei's first kiss" Luke said pointing to her pink lips.

Colleen thought she misheard it but looking at Luke eyeing up her lips she knew that it was what that little shit wanted! and how did he know that she had never kissed anyone before!!

Feeling angrier by the second Colleen goes to the side and takes out her katana.

"Today I am going to teach you how to talk to your sensei properly" She said unsheathing her katana.

"Wait wait wait sensei ... you were the one who said that you will give anything I ask!" Luke exclaims backing away from her.

"Ask anything else" She yells in anger.

"But that is the only thing I want!" Luke shouts back.

"Well then you can have it when you beat me!" Colleen yells louder as she chases after him.

"Okay you have given your word sensei, do not forget what you said!" Saying that Luke takes a stance holding his wooden katana getting unusually serious.

Colleen is half angry and half amused by his perverted student.

***

That day Luke lost miserably, but over the 2 years he had been improving rapidly, even Colleen's own skills are getting sharpened every time they fight.

She had never seen someone this stubborn and dedicated just for a kiss, in her mind she both wanted him to win and didn't want him to win.

Getting these thoughts out of her head she focused on the match, she wasn't going to let him defeat her easily.

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I take a standard kenjutsu posture—left leg back, right leg forward, both hands gripping the hilt, and the katana angled in front of my body at 45 degrees.

Colleen mirrors my stance. Taking a deep breath, I meet her eyes and push off my left leg, dashing toward her with an overhead strike.

Even with my weight behind it, she blocks the strike easily. She deflects my sword and goes for a horizontal swipe. I step back, dodging it swiftly.

I understand why people love to fight and spar. Right now, all my attention is on Colleen. I study her every move, my brain calculating how to defeat her, predicting her next move, and planning my response.

In this moment, it's just me and Colleen, locked in our own world.

I close in again and strike toward her midsection. She deflects it, but I power through, swinging my sword in an upward arc.

Rip!

I freeze, wide-eyed, as her shirt splits open—an impossibility, given how tight it was. Now, the front is cut, revealing her black bra and toned stomach.

I hesitate, unsure if I should continue, but Colleen's face flushes red with anger. She charges at me with full force.

I sidestep easily, realizing she's now attacking purely out of frustration.

My gaze drifts to forbidden territory—her bra is far tighter than I imagined. I always thought she was an A cup, but now, she seems more like a C.

As Colleen rushes at me again, I catch a glimpse of her right pink nipple peeking from her bra. Before I know it, my hands are empty, Colleen having expertly disarmed me during that momentary distraction. 

I look at her angry face sheepishly. Colleen takes a deep breath, and then goes back towards her sheath. I also pick up my dropped katana from the ground, sheath it, and set it aside.

Gobsmacked, I watch as Colleen puts her Katana aside and just rips apart the rest of her shirt, now wearing just a bra and displaying her amazing figure. She returns to the mat, taking a standard Karate stance.

Shaking my head, I refocus on her eyes instead of her body. I have lost the first kenjutsu round, and if I lose one more, her lips will slip away from me again.

We approach each other, circling, sizing each other up.

I step in with a straight punch toward her right boob. Shocked by your underhanded move, Colleen manages to block it but is pushed off balance by my strength. 

Not missing the opportunity, I deliver a straight high kick from my left leg, but Colleen ducks down and counters with a punch to my thighs.

However, I use my rightward momentum to slip away from her punch and deliver a kick straight to her face with my left leg. She falls back to dodge, but my kick connects with her stomach, knocking her down.

I dash over her prone body to punch her face, but she kicks my leg hard, halting my advance. As she tries to get up, I use my palm to push her back down and punch down at her face with full force.

I stop inches from her face. Colleen exhales and closes her eyes briefly. I open my fist, offering her my hand.

She takes it, and we both reset, standing at opposite ends of the mat. I have won the karate round, but the next round, jujutsu, is where she excels.

Swordplay and grappling are her strengths, and I have never won the third round in the past. I eye her bra, wondering if I might create an advantage this time.

We approach each other slowly, taking one step at a time, getting even closer than before.

Colleen reaches to grab me, but I twist my upper body, avoiding her grip, and swipe at her leg with my left.

She holds her ground, tanking my kick and grabs me by the torso, attempting to lift me and throw me.

I struggle and wriggle free of her grip, but her strong hold tears open my shirt, leaving rags in her hand and me shirtless.

Just as she throws the remains of my shirt aside, I tackle her into a wooden pillar.

Our bodies press together, faces close, her bare skin warm against mine. From the way she avoids looking at me, I know she feels mine too.

Taking advantage of the moment, I lift her by the waist and attempt to overthrow her behind me. But using my hands as supports, she brings both legs above me and chokes my face between her thighs.

I sway my hand above in an attempt to push her away, and some fabric comes into my left hand. I yank it down with full force!

"Aah!" Colleen yelps, her grip of my face loosening slightly.

Using both your hands, you push her upper body down, feeling something soft in your hands. You grab it with full strength and push her to the ground.

Using both hands, I push her upper body down. I feel something soft in my hands, and grab it with full force shoving her to the ground.

Bam!

Before she can recover, I pin her, holding her wrists above her head, rendering her immobile.

We both breathe heavily, staring at each other. I feel something soft against my chest. Looking down, I realize her breasts are pressed against me, bare.

So that's what I pulled off—her bra.

Colleen's face turns bright red.

"I… won, sensei," I say breathlessly.