Chapter 15

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As I sat in the carriage swiftly going back to the house my smile stayed. I was thinking of the blushing Stacy and things I wanted to do with her when I was pulled out of my thoughts with a prompt.

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Congratulations on unlocking your first Passive skill Sadistic atmosphere.

+2 Charisma

+5% intimidation

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Startled I looked around and noticed everyone looking at me. "What?" I questioned.

"Your smile contains a hint of pain for others, Sally." My torturer stated, "I've seen that look a lot a promise of pain for those that are on the receiving end a place I do not wish to be. A lot of Sadists have that smile and look, Sally, It seems you do too."

I was shocked how openly I was showing myself I usually kept my demeanor up but lately after being exposed my the Marquis I've loosened up allowing my tendencies to show.

"Fair point," I say simply removing my smile then asked something I'd regret, "Spar after we get back? I feel I need to loosen my muscles before bed."

My torturer smiled and nodded. When we got back we both changed from our traveling gear to something we trained in. I let me tail out for my balance. I usually tucked it in my pants or wrapped it around my waist as a belt so I blend in more. No matter what my ears gave me away but I blended in better both in the mansion and it seems out in the city, although I could be wrong. There was just something so freeing with my tail out swishing back and forth. My one other problem with it out though it showed a lot of my emotions without me noticing so I liked to hide it.

"Sally either you need to learn to fight without your tail out or need to always leave it out," my torturer started as a couple of maids started to watch through windows. "It is an obvious sign you are being serious and telling that to the world. I don't understand why you hide it in the first place." He was standing ready for me.

I got down into one of my better start positions low to the ground on all fours ready to pounce. Slowly I circle him on all fours back arched tail in the air waving back and forth. Knees were bent ready at any moment. His smile as he watched me.

"Come on Sally we have done these dances thousands of times, Let us dance again." His smile, "I will miss beating you into the ground when you are at the academy."

I pounce at him from his side seeing no opening but trying to make one, Stopping before him as he turns to me just out of his reach my leg sweeps out my foot's claws extend increasing my reach as momentum slides me closer into his range. He steps away from my swipe and I rotate bringing another clawed foot towards his legs to rend them. He jumps simply, I use my arms to escape by a backward roll using momentum to backflip but land back on all fours rushing back in. His feet touch the ground as I near and I launch myself into the air spinning with my hand claws to attack his face. He grabs me by my wrist and spins canceling all my momentum and tossing me away. I spin and land on all fours again but stand up.

I walk forward cautiously watching that smiling face that continues to taunt me. As I near he throws a quick punch I dodge by a hair, Followed by more, and I start to parry and dodge. Our arms and bodies moving fast looking like a dance from an outsider's perspective as we negate each other's attacks trying to find a hole in the defenses of the other. I am quicker using my flexibility to dodge where his experience trashes any too committed attack.

As we continue the exchange blows he fakes a blow to my body while throwing one at my face momentarily giving up on defense. I dodge the Face shot and when the fake turns real with low power I counter with a punch to his face which I am sure will give him a nice black eye. I was winded and back up to recover. But he isn't slow he is on me in a second tackling me knowing as soon as I have enough space he would have to wait for me to enter his range.

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