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He was whistling happily as he pulled up to the shooting range he had agreed to visit, mostly because, once they arrived at the hotel, Gloria had declared that their relationship was a onetime thing.

He accepted, but when he offered to make it memorable, she decided to take it … and for the next six hours; they had done a lot of things that would have left any other woman unconscious.

Gloria proved herself to be very stubborn in the best way possible, determined to prove herself better than him. She failed, but their little adventure gave him a few more achievements ranging between Hard and Daring, with some amazing rewards.

[Attractiveness: 325] [Graceful Movement] [Luminous Eyes]

[Intelligence: 158] [Accelerated Learning]

[Agility: 100] [Quick Hands]

[Strength: 185] [Impact Force]

[Charisma: 70]

[Perception: 90]

[Endurance: 85]

Luckily, he had the chance to nap for two hours.

The shooting range was surprisingly messy from the outside, with dirty windows and an entrance that led through a long corridor. At the entrance, the receptionist stopped him, looking more dangerous than he expected; suggesting it was either an undercover intelligence operation or at least some kind of private club for them.

“Buddy. This is a membership-only range,” he said.

“Right,” he said as he pulled the card Carina gave him. “I have this.”

The guard checked it, surprised. “A guest, fine. But be careful and keep your mouth shut. We have some … dangerous people use here, if you know what I mean.”

He did, but only because he was familiar from the show. The guard implied mafia connections, which was likely a cover story.

“I know how to keep my mouth shut,” he replied.

“Basement. Door number twenty-two, use the card to open the door,” the guard said. He nodded, followed the direction, and opened the door…

And froze.

Because Carina was at the range holding a gun. That sight alone was incredibly sexy, but the way she was dressed, with tiny, frayed cutoff shorts that would be naughty even for a pajama party, sitting on her hips low enough to give a free view of her thong, revealing her toned legs to perfection. Her muscles reminded him of Mia, but unlike Mia, Carina was actually trained to break his neck with her amazing thighs.

There must be something wrong with him, because he found that even sexier.

The top wasn’t any better, a crop top that was high enough to give a hint of her breasts whenever she raised her arms, already thin enough to show that she had no bra … nor that she needed any.

"You're early," she said.

"Some things are too beautiful to risk," he said.

“Already hitting on me. Eagerness is not an attractive quality,” she muttered, but her slight blush as he smiled disagreed.

“Maybe. But I have a feeling that you’re the kind of woman who likes her men forward and brave.”

“True, but only if they can back it up. You already lost once,” she said. “Your job is even harder, because I’m better in range than I’m in a highway.” With that, she raised her gun in a two-handed stance, and fired eight times, all eight at the center, from twenty-five yards.

It was impressive.

He grabbed a gun, letting his reflexes act as he quickly checked everything, then took a single-handed stance, and her smile already turning disappointed.

Only to turn into shock as he managed to hit the target at the center, his improved Strength easily handling the recoil. “Luckily for me, I’m better as well,” he said.

“Oh, you’re better than I expected,” she said as she pressed a few buttons, and the target changed to fifty yards, which, for a pistol, was quite challenging. Then, she took her two-handed stance again and shot again. Eight bullets, all on target … but this time, no longer all center.

Watching her, he suspected that, from a technical perspective, she was better. Considering she was one of the best agents in a somewhat-supernatural show, it wasn’t too surprising. However, by shooting eight bullets in a burst, she played into his hand.

This time, he took a two-handed stance and delivered his attack. Eight shots. All targets. All center.

“That was good. Better than I expected,” she said. “How?”

“Benefits of growing in a farm with a crazy neighbor,” he said, which was something he had prepared. After meeting with Carina, he hacked his own records to confirm his past, which showed that he had actually grown in a farm with an uncle who died when he was eighteen … and even better, three of their neighbors were veterans, one with a file he couldn’t access, all dead as well.

Probably a little gift for his arrival, giving him a way to show off his skills without triggering every red flag.

“Really? I thought you were an artist.”

“Musician and photographer,” he said. “Unfortunately, growing up on a farm, surrounded by crazy veterans with PTSD, one couldn’t just adopt soft hobbies without excuses. I had to learn how to shoot just to be able to go on photography trips.”

That made her eyes widen. “You are a better shot than me, because you … what, wanted to take photos in peace.”

“I learn fast,” he said with a wink. “You should taste my cooking.”

“Really, you cook better than you shoot.”

“Significantly so,” he replied.

Her eyes widened. “That has to be a lie.”

“Well, we can see that while having breakfast, can’t we,” he suggested.

“That’s forward. Interesting, show me you deserve it,” she added, which didn’t surprise him. After all, from the show, he knew that Carina was a shameless flirt, and not just for fun. It was also part of her toolkit for observing people.

It was why he decided to challenge her. “What, no reward?” he teased.

“Well, you have a point,” she said, and pushed her pants down, leaving only her thong. “How about it?” she said.

“I’m looking forward to the end of our little competition if that’s just my temporary reward,” he said, shamelessly ogling her legs. She seemed to be surprised by it, but she took that happily.

She set the next target to a hundred yards, but before shooting, she switched to a Sig Sauer. Standard issue DEA weapon.

She took the same stance, but this time, she didn’t shoot them rapidly; instead, instead carefully aimed each round, showing that she had absolutely no intention of giving up.

It was a difficult shoot, one that he wasn’t confident he could defeat her … if he didn’t cheat. Intelligence allowed him to calculate the drop-off better than his pure skill, especially after the first shot missed the center. He shot eight.

She retrieved the target. The grouping was tight for both of them, but neither of them were able to hit more than two at the center. He won, but only by three points.

“That’s good,” she whispered.

“It’s my pride to take down an undercover federal agent,” he teased.

She tensed. “I don’t know what you mean,” she muttered.

“Really, Carina,” he said teasingly. “Your skills and this place say either undercover federal or mafia hitman,” he said.

“And, you decided I’m a federal agent,” she said. “Do I look that boring to you?” she flirted, hiding the danger behind her.

He chuckled. “Oh, Carina. You look a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them,” he teased. “But the answer to your question is simple. When you wanted to do your best, you switched to Sig Sauer. No mafia hitman would train in something so boring, but all federal agents start with it, and half of it forces you to use it.”

Carina’s pout was beautiful. “Nice observation, though you know you’ll pay for that, right? Spilling a girl’s secrets like that, it’s rude.”

“Fine. Luckily, we’re tied, meaning we’ll need a tiebreaker.”

“Good,” she said as she opened a door leading to a storage closet and pulled out a large mat. “Let’s see how well you trained in hand-to-hand as well?”

“Really, that’s your tiebreaker?” he said, amused.

“Oh, you’re confident that you can beat a tiny woman. How brave,” she whispered.

“I’m sure you’re amazing, probably even better in technique,” he answered. “But, there’s a reason that professional fights are split by weight classes. Are you sure?”

“Oh, bring it on,” she teased, then, without a warning, she lashed out with a kick that would have been devastating if it landed. But, it didn’t. He took a step behind, letting it fly out inches away. He could have counter-attacked, but watching her was more tempting, especially since she just wore a thong and a loose crop top. “That was close,” she teased.

“A miss is a miss,” he teased her, and her smile widened.

She was good, and she was significantly more agile, but Expert Martial Arts was no joke. Factoring in his Strength advantage, one that came not just from his weight advantage, but his recently boosted stat, the ending was predictable. He pinned her beneath him. It wasn’t an impossible hold to break, but it was not a simple one either.

The best part, it meant her mostly uncovered ass was pressing against his crotch. “You fight well for a farmboy with girly hobbies,” she teased.

“I told you. I had crazy neighbors. Two of them were veterans, and one … I don’t know what one was.”

“And, you’re telling me that?”

“You’re a spy. If you want to search, you’ll find it,” he said as he loosened his grip slightly. She reacted immediately, but he was ready. He pinned her down again, but this time, he gathered her hands above her head, his legs pressing hers.

She pulled her arms a few times to test his strength, her eyes widening happily as she did so and failed to budge them, her arousal growing with each attempt, which was understandable. Even in the show, competency was one of her obvious kinks.

Especially if she could defeat the same competent person with a twist; as poor Casey experienced more than once.

“You know I can headbutt you, right?” she said.

“You can,” he whispered. “And, there’s nothing like a forehead smashing my nose to tell me that I’m misreading the signals.”

“Good point,” she said, and her head moved. Instead of smashing her head to his nose, she smashed her hips to his. He responded, their tongues battling. He could sense that she wanted to keep things contained.

That determination was quick to melt when he removed a hand from her wrist and moved down to caress her body. She moaned.

“What was that?” she gasped.

“That, beautiful, is the fingers of a pianist, ready to play you like an instrument,” he said, hooking his fingers to her crop top, and pushed … right until they were around her wrists. At that moment, he turned them into an impromptu rope, tying her.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re afraid little me after defeating me fair and square,” she whispered.

He let his smirk widen. “No, but I have a feeling you’ll enjoy getting tied up. If you can’t handle it, I can let you go,” he whispered, knowing that, by framing it as a challenge, it wouldn’t make her blink.

“Oh, I didn’t say that,” she said as she brought her tied hands to his neck, pulling him into the kiss. The fighting mat made an excellent bed for them as they rolled together.

He ripped her thong off, which made her even wetter. As they rolled, he could feel a hint of hesitation, though that didn’t surprise him. The show allowed him to read her much better. For all aggressive flirting, she was quite selective when it came to her bed partners.

It was just that he literally triggered every single kink she had, capable, sexy, strong … and as a big bonus, not a spy, something she had no doubt checked between yesterday and today.

Him not being any kind of spy helped, because there was no conflict … at least from his end. He had a feeling that he would find himself embroiled in some weird scenarios after being with her … but he was willing to take that risk.

He unzipped his pants, and almost immediately, she skewered herself on him, her naked body writhing in a way that drove him crazy by the first slip. In a way, she reminded him of Mia, but the way she moved was even more targeted.

Seduction training, he surmised. He could have flipped her, but after spending half a day mercilessly dominating Gloria in many positions, the reversal was fun.

He let Carina climb on top of him, her tied hands on his chest, her hips dancing on his midsection, her perfect body wholly naked. He was glad that, for the last two weeks, he got used to beauty, because otherwise seeing her naked would have made him explode.

It wasn’t that Carina was more beautiful than Haley or Penny, but the way she moved, and the danger it implied, made her much sexier.

“Come on, mister smug. Don’t tell me sex is one thing you’re incapable of,” she teased as she leaned forward and bit his shoulder hard.

“I’m just giving you a chance to show off, beautiful, since you have lost the last two challenges. But, if you want to turn it into another competition—“ he started, only for a gasp to be forced out when she brought her hips in a way that managed to short-circuit his mind.

The jolt of pleasure had been spectacular enough that, without spending half of his day with Gloria, he would have exploded.

“Fine,” he whispered. “The safe word is ‘I’m a weak little government stooge,’” he whispered as he stood up, her perfect body light enough to be lifted easily. He flipped her and pressed her against the wall, her legs dangling without touching the ground.

Then, he started slamming everything he had learned to allow him to maintain a semblance of control, even as his hips delivered a masterpiece of drilling, enough to get a medal if it was an Olympic sport.

Seeing her gobsmacked, flustered expression, he chuckled as he kissed her gently, contrasting greatly with the way he drilled. “Don’t forget, you have your safe word,” he whispered.

“You’re a true bastard. Did anyone tell you that?”

He chuckled. “Frequently. Exclusively by the friends who have some … private time with,” he whispered.

“A photographer sampling his models. What a revelation,” she responded. It was weird flirting, but it was clearly flirting.

“Please,” he whispered. “I don’t deal with airhead models. I like … interesting women.”

She chuckled. “Interesting women? Really? Does that line work?”

“You tell me,” he whispered, feeling her tighten.

“Alright, what kind of interesting women?” she said.

“I can tell, or you can come visit some day. I’m sure even a sexy government agent has her holidays.”

“Already angling for a second date,” she said. “Greedy?”

“Maybe, but it’s not a flaw, is it? Not when it’s working.”

She chuckled, which came out as a moan. “Or, I can use the endless government resources to peek.”

“You can, but we both know it counts as admitting defeat,” he teased, happy to tease her. Then, he let his hips move even harder, the power he was putting would have made another woman surrender, but Carina only whimpered.

She clearly liked it rough, which was another entirely unsurprising but welcome detail about her tastes. Groaning, he pushed harder and harder, making her take his cock deeper.

She was wet enough to actually ruin the floor.

When he pulled out, only to throw her onto the mat and take her from behind, she didn’t resist or let out a word of protest. She just lay prone, accepting his weight pinning her obediently.

The angle allowed him to move even faster, and she lost control of her throat, moans and occasional shrieks filling the room.

Then, she climaxed. It wasn’t a simple climax. She started trembling hard, exploding even harder, her moans turning delirious.

[Achievement complete. Defeat Carina in a steamy battle intensely enough for her to internalize it.

Challenge: Daring]

[+25 Agility

1 Random Platinum Skill

1 Random Platinum Reward]

He once again picked skill even though stat was tempting. His eyes widened. He was happy with it.

[Expert Field Medicine]

[Elite Skill: You’re a true expert of field treatments, with a deep understanding of the human body. You can treat internal and external wounds, broken bones, poisoning, and address most diseases until one can be transferred to a hospital. If treatment is possible, there’s a chance that you can achieve it.]

It was a good skill. He didn’t know if he would ever need it, but he would much rather have it and never use it than the alternative. He stayed in, continued to slam into her until his body gave out, and he filled her core.

“You do good work,” she muttered, trying to sound as if she were in control. She failed, but he still pulled out and freed her hands. There was no need to be an ugly winner.

She kissed him, and he let her, as the easiest thing to annoy her would be to try to establish some kind of permanent superiority just because he could blow her mind.

That didn’t mean he would let it slide completely. He waited until she recovered control of her body, her kisses getting more domineering. “I’m guessing that’s another victory to my column,” he teased. “How about another battle?”

“You really love pushing your luck,” she whispered. “Unfortunately, I can’t. I have made a promise to my —“ she started, then paused. “I forgot that you caught the whole undercover thing. Sorry sweetie. I have a mission.”

“Fine,” he said, and kissed her gently.

“What, no question?” she asked.

“Either you don’t want to tell, or you can’t tell. I’m not going to ask questions to test limits,” he said. “If you want to tell, I’ll listen. Otherwise, I’ll treat it as boring accounting work, useful but not dinner conversation.”

“Good,” she said as she stood up and quickly dressed. He fixed his clothing as well.

“Do you have my number already from the secret government databases, or should I give it to you,” he teased.

She blushed. “I already have it,” she admitted, then paused. “Don’t you want mine?”

“No. I have a feeling that you won’t have much time texting cute pictures of kittens while you’re on a mission, and I don’t want to bother you. Just call me when you have time … or just drop by, and I’ll cook you a breakfast.” He knew that, by leaving the initiative to her, he guaranteed her return.

She was that competitive.

“Oh, what if you’re not alone?” she teased.

He kissed her again. “The more, the merrier,” he whispered before walking away, though he waved at her at the entrance.

Carina’s expression, halfway between a smile and a frown, was simply too beautiful.

Too bad he couldn’t take her picture…