>>4689128The "Mori Everywhere" System
"Tch...", she slowly rose from the ground and wiped a drop of blood from her lip. She looked overall messed up, but nothing serious. "Think I'm done? I'm just getting into the groove!" She clenched her fist and charged at you, but you anticipated probably the most telegraphed punch in history and effortlessly countered it with a throw. She fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and stayed there for a while.
You briefly considered checking up on her, but she carefully, painfully stood up again. "Alright. You win this round, old man." You were actually forty-two. "Guess it's time... to pay the bills. I'm a woman of my word, and I will not renege on the deal we made." You did not remember making any deals and were just coming your way when this weird girl picked a fight with you for a petty reason. You would probably not even really fight her if she hadn't had thrown a sucker punch. "Let's go."
She dragged you into a narrow cul-de-sac and leaned against a wall behind the dumpster. "Do what you need to do."
"What?" This was the dumbest, freakiest sex proposition you've ever heard in your entire life, or possibly a badly-cobbled entrapment scheme.
"What do you mean? Beat my ass."
"I already have."
"No, you kicked my ass. I mean, for now. I was holding back my power, and paid for this error with my blood." She leaned into the wall harder. "The winner beats the loser's ass, that's the rule, and I merely follow it."
"I'm not doing your freaky sex thing. Find a man your age."
"Come on. Show me some respect, old man!" She clung to your shoulder. "Please? Up to your discretion. As hard as you want, as long as you want." She clearly wouldn't fuck off, and you shrugged her off her shoulder. "Aight."
She leaned off against the wall again and closed her eyes. "Do your worst."
You brought down the palm of your hand on the seat of her tracksuit pants, getting a "hup" out of her lungs, then did it a second time, for good measure. "We're done here. Never bother me again." You hoped she got the message. Also, you hoped you weren't late to the veterans' discount at the grocery store, since it ended at 11 AM. "This isn't over, old man!" she yelled at your back. "I'm Calliope Mori, and I fight so you remember me!" This was hopefully the last time you saw her before the sex freak asylum catches up with this escapee.
It wasn't. You stumbled on her less than a week after, sitting on a doorstep of an abandoned house and lighting up a cigarette that obviously was actually a lollipop. As soon as she saw you, she stood up, bit the cigarette in two and cracked her knuckles.
"We meet again, old man." You were still forty-two. "I think you recovered enough for a rematch. Shall we dance?" You didn't intend to fight her now either, but she blocked the way and took up a weird imitation of a fighting stance.
You expected to have an exact repeat of the last time, but this time she probably looked up a few youtube tutorials beforehand. Now that you knew for a fact she wasn't dangerous or hiding a shank on her somewhere, you basically didn't fight back and focused on dodging her blows, letting her tire herself out almost to exhaustion, then finished her off with a throw, staining her bright pink hair with dirt. You turned away and started to leave, but noooo. She rose, swearing, off the ground, latched onto your hand and dragged you into the house.
"I'm now beginning to sense your inner strength." she started ranting. "I do not unleash my full strength yet, as it will be your doom, but the version you fought has been defeated, and defeated fairly. I hope you'll enjoy my suffering that will now follow." She walked up to a stair leading to the second floor, leaned against the handrail, and looked over her shoulder.
"Breathing." you said, as your hand touched her the second time.
"Huh?"
"You're not paying - attention to your breathing. You run out - of oxygen and tire out - five. Now please go enroll in a karate club for elementary schoolers and don't bother me again. You're annoying as shit and a sex freak on top it." She yelled something about remembering her or whatever. What was her name again? You really didn't care.
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