Boxing with sporty classmate (Patreon)

“Why you—cheeky little brat!”

With a desperate look on her face, she chased after my face with her red boxing gloves, trying to catch me.
It all looked slow, almost comical.

“Too slow.”

Bang!

I drove an uppercut upward with everything I had.
Through the thick glove, I felt a heavy, unmistakable impact—like the full weight of her face had settled into my fist.

“Ugh…!!”

A spray of her sour sweat misted the air,
and her large, foolishly ample chest quivered violently inside her gym uniform.

“Ah… o…”

She swayed once, froze for a split second,
then fell backward with a loud thud.
She lay spread-eagled, staring vacantly into the void,
her body twitching now and then as if jolted by electricity.

So that’s it.
The captain of the boxing club ... She is only this good.
Even though she’s always bullying me… she’s nothing special after all.
This is as far as she goes.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

“Bring a stretcher!”

Her entourage screamed in panic, nearly in tears.
The ring quickly filled with people crowding around her, shouting over one another about hospitals and ambulances.

“What a hassle.”

It all felt strangely distant to me. I lost interest and slipped through the ring ropes.

I’ll head to the locker room. I want to change quickly.

When I wiped my nose with my glove, it came away smeared with my blood.
It was from a punch she had landed on me.