Chapter 6: Relearning the Basics

He kept on fucking her until she came again and again, their bodies shuddering as they both exploded into a blissful orgasm.

Finally, Xander pulled out of her, their cum dripping down her thighs as he helped her onto the bed. They were both naked, their bodies slick with sweat.

Lisa reached over, her arms pulling Xander close. He went willingly, curling up against her side. Their bodies pressed against each other, their legs tangling together.

As they laid there, catching their breaths, Xander felt his eyes growing heavy. He could hear Lisa's breathing slow, her body relaxing against him.

He smiled to himself as he felt his eyelids close, his body sinking into the mattress.

...

The next morning...

A pink light flickered against his eyes, pulling him back to reality.

Xander groaned, his body feeling like it had been run over by a truck. He blinked, the pink holograms flashing into his vision.

[Ding!]

[The target has been addicted to the touch of your body! She can't live without you anymore.]

[As a reward, you have received the passive skill, "Quick Reflexes".]

[The Tutorial Bonus has terminated. The target's body sensitivity and arousal has returned to normal.]

Xander sat up in bed with a groggy smile. He felt like he'd just accomplished the hardest mission of his life. He looked down at Lisa, her eyes fluttering open with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning," she said softly, her voice husky from sleep.

Xander laughed, his lips curving into a grin. "Morning, Mom." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thanks for that amazing massage yesterday."

Lisa flushed, her cheeks turning pink as she sat up in bed. Xander watched her with a satisfied smile as she grabbed for her shirt and quickly slipped it on.

"Um… Yeah, no problem." She flashed him a shy smile before sliding out of bed.

Xander watched her go with a knowing smile, his fingers trailing down his bare chest. He felt content—more than content. He felt triumphant, like he was the king of the world.

He swung his legs off of the bed, his mind turning to the next mission.

Xander grinned to himself as he pulled on his pants and shirt, his mind already turning to his next conquest.

He knew exactly who it was going to be.

Samantha LaRusso.

Xander sneered to himself as he turned to face Lisa, who was now cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey Mom, I was thinking," he said, his voice casual.

She turned to look at him with a smile. "What is it, sweetie?"

"I was thinking about joining a karate dojo," he said. "One called Cobra Kai."

"Xander," she said gently, "sweetie, we don't have the money—"

"Please, Mom, it's only fifty bucks a month!" Xander interjected. He took a step closer to her, his eyes wide with pleading.

Lisa sighed, her expression softening. "But why do you want to learn karate?" she asked gently. "You've never expressed any interest in it before."

Xander paused, a sly smile curving up his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close against his chest.

"Well… I didn't want to tell you," he said slowly, "but I'm getting bullied at school."

Lisa's expression darkened immediately, her grip on the spoon tightening. "Bullied? What happened?"

"It's okay," Xander said, his lips tilting into a smile. "It's just a few guys in school, but I know that if I got stronger and learned how to fight, they'd never pick on me again." He paused, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek. "And if I got bulkier…" He paused for a beat, his arm wrapping around her waist. "… wouldn't you like that?"

He could hear her breath catch in her throat, her body tightening against him.

"You would like it, right?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. He felt her shiver under his touch. "If I got bulkier… I'd be able to last longer, you know."

Lisa let out a low moan, her body melting back against his.

"Okay, Xander," she murmured, her cheeks flushing. "I'll sign you up for Cobra Kai."

Xander grinned, his arms tightening around her. "Thanks, Mom," he said happily. "I promise you'll be proud of me."

Lisa laughed, her smile soft. "I already am, Xander. I already am."

...

The warm afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Xander stood in front of the modest strip mall dojo, the iconic Cobra Kai logo painted boldly on the window. This was it. The place where it all started for Miguel—and now, hopefully, for him too.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the glass door open.

The sound of the bell jingling echoed through the empty dojo. Johnny Lawrence, who had been standing by the punching bag, turned his head at the sound. Miguel, practicing basic strikes under Johnny's watchful eye, paused and looked up.

"Hey, it's you!" Miguel said, a grin spreading across his face.

Johnny, however, froze for a moment, his sharp eyes locking onto Xander. Something was different. The kid who had stood in front of him yesterday, hesitant and unsure, wasn't the same one walking through the door now.

This Xander had a swagger in his step, a self-assured air that seemed almost unnatural. His back was straight, his chin held high, and his eyes carried a cool confidence that Johnny immediately recognized.

"Well, look who decided to show up," Johnny said, dropping the towel over his shoulder as he approached. "Didn't think you had it in you."

Xander smirked, the corner of his lips curling up in a way that made Johnny raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, I thought it over. Figured it's time to stop being a punching bag."

Johnny narrowed his eyes, studying him. "Huh," he muttered, almost to himself. "You look... different."

Miguel tilted his head, noticing it too now. "Yeah, you do. I mean, you seemed pretty nervous yesterday, but now…" He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at Xander. "You look... confident."

Xander chuckled lightly, crossing his arms. "Guess I just needed a little push to figure out who I really am."

Johnny smirked, his suspicion fading into approval. "Well, about time. Confidence is key, kid. But don't think walking in here all cool means you've got what it takes yet. We'll see if you can handle Cobra Kai."

Xander's smirk widened. "That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

Johnny nodded, clapping him on the shoulder. "All right, then. Get over there," he said, pointing toward the mats. "Miguel, show him the ropes. Let's see what this guy's made of."

Miguel nodded eagerly, stepping forward. "Sure thing, Sensei!"

As Miguel guided him to the center of the dojo, Xander took a moment to take it all in. The space wasn't much—a worn-down dojo in a small strip mall—but there was something undeniably powerful about being here.

This was the beginning of something big.

"All right, Xander," Miguel said, his tone friendly but focused. "We'll start with the basics. Punches, blocks, and some simple combos. Think you're ready?"

Xander gave him a cocky grin. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Johnny watched from the side, arms crossed. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this kid than met the eye. But for now, he was just glad to see someone walk through the doors who wasn't a total loser.

"Let's get to work," Johnny muttered under his breath, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Xander adjusted his stance as Miguel demonstrated a basic jab and cross combo. He nodded, focusing intently on Miguel's movements.

"All right, your turn," Miguel said, stepping back to give Xander space.

Xander took a breath. He stepped forward and threw the combination. His punches were solid but slightly off in timing. His stance wavered just enough to show that he wasn't a complete novice, but he wasn't exactly polished either.

Miguel tilted his head. "Not bad. You're pretty quick, but you've got to keep your feet grounded, or you'll lose power in your punches."

"Yeah, got it," Xander said, nodding.

Johnny, watching from the sidelines, smirked. "Not terrible for a beginner, but you're still sloppy." He stood up and walked over, gesturing for Xander to throw the combo again. "Let's see it one more time. And this time, stop throwing your damn weight around like a drunk giraffe."

Xander chuckled nervously and went for another jab-cross. This time, he tightened his form just a little, enough to show that he was picking up on Johnny and Miguel's feedback.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Hmm. You've got better instincts than most newbies," he muttered, half to himself. "You sure you've never done this before?"

Xander hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. He couldn't just tell them that he had practiced Karate for a bit in his last life, could he? "No, Sensei. I just, uh... watched a lot of fights on TV. Tried to mimic what I saw."

Miguel blinked in surprise. "Seriously? You learned this just by watching TV?"

Xander gave a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I probably look way cooler in my head than I actually do."

Johnny snorted, smirking. "Well, you're not that cool yet. You've got potential—just don't let it go to your head."

Miguel nodded encouragingly. "You'll pick it up quick, though. I was all over the place when I started too."

"Yeah, yeah, don't get too soft on him, Miguel," Johnny interrupted. "Xander, you've got the basics, but if you want to actually learn how to fight, you've got to commit. No half-assing it."

Xander stood straighter, nodding. "I'm ready, Sensei. Teach me everything."

Johnny grinned, cracking his knuckles. "Good. Miguel, pair up with him. Let's see what happens when he's under some real pressure."

Miguel grinned, taking his place opposite Xander on the mat. "Ready?"

Xander shifted into his stance, his heart beating a little faster now. "Ready."

As they faced off, Xander felt a spark of excitement. He might not be at Miguel's level yet, but he wasn't about to back down.

To be continued...