I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

Marg, Elsa, and I spent the rest of the evening in the back seats. 

The next fight would start in a matter of minutes and whoever wins would be my teammate in the finals tomorrow. If the winner got 26 points, he\'d be a point behind me. And to be first he\'d have to get exactly 29 points. 

With two minutes left, the announcer came on stage and cast some sort of magic. I say magic because the whole place sparkled and a second later the whole court became brand new. 

"That\'s some really interesting power he has there."

"I know right." A young boy looked back from just the seat in front of me. He had a smile: probably thirteen? I actually didn\'t know how to respond. "Oh look, the players are here!" Well, he certainly was excited.. 

I was forgetting that no matter what this was a sport, a very brutal sport, but a sport regardless. 

Sigh. 

Marg squeezed my hand slightly. "Are you hurt?" She looked very worried. 

I hadn\'t noticed but my clothes had cuts here and there. 

Actually, I wasn\'t hurt much, but I did sustain some damage. My body didn\'t ache or hurt even a little though: and the cuts were already sealed up. Just how overpowered was Enira\'s healing?

But more importantly, I\'d just learned that even if I took things seriously, there were always going to be people capable of taking me on. 

\'I have to get stronger.\' There were roughly four days remaining till my tea party with the Battlesuins. I still didn\'t know what I\'d actually do but before anything else, I had to get stronger or at least come up with an actual strategy. I couldn\'t just run up to them and hope everything will be alright. 

Even I wasn\'t that stupid.

I couldn\'t come up with a decent plan though. I could just blow up the whole place but wouldn\'t that just destroy a lot more than just that place? And was mindlessly killing really what I wanted?

I smiled. "Not really. I\'m fine."

Marg smiled back. 

"Your love is rubbing me the wrong way. Can\'t you keep your passions in the bedroom or something?" Elsa sulked slightly. She was probably pissed off for some reason.

"Sure, sure, whatever." I wasn\'t going to stop, nope. I wrapped my hand over Marg\'s shoulder and just watched the court.

But anyway, the match would begin in under ten seconds. 

There were two guys on the court. One had black hair: he was literally sticking his tongue out and wore a robe with skulls and bone drawings: probably Asian. The other guy was pretty tall, slender, and cool-looking. The guy didn\'t even look slightly intimidated. Plus he had white silky hair- my dream. I always wanted that kind of hair. 

"Wow, he\'s so handsome!" For once Elsa looked really marveled. 

I smiled and stood up. "Aight, Imma go kill him now!" 

"Shut up and sit down! You\'re more handsome so sit down!" Elsa dragged me down. 

I got some scared looks from around me but oh well. 

"Well, if you say so." I tried to act cool, but I had to admit, it felt amazing to hear that I\'m handsome from my own sister. 

I cleared my throat- the battle had already started.

The emo guy was attacking the cool guy and the cool guy was just deflecting everything. 

The guy covered in skulls and bones was kind of struggling though. He was attacking nonstop, air blades were forming and hitting the cool guy but nothing. He even threw a large ball of fire at the cool guy just like Eve had done with her father and just like the count, this guy just brushed the fire away. 

"The silver-haired guy might win," Marg predicted. 

I kind of felt vexed at the guy\'s handsomeness. "Well, looks aren\'t everything. He might end up lo-"

Before I could finish my sentence, the cool guy sliced the emo guy in two: a horizontal slash. Two parts fell on the floor, motionless. He literally killed him before my eyes. 

My throat dried up a little. "He killed him? Wouldn\'t he be disqualified?" I never saw someone kill another person in that kind of cold blood before. 

I\'d seen my cousins kill but they were always enjoying the killing process. I even saw uncle kill in cold blood but never like this. It was almost as though the guy didn\'t possess any emotion as he killed the man. 

I never did understand that. In a sense that silver-haired guy was like me- neither of us probably enjoyed killing. But in another sense, he wasn\'t. Something about him was pretty unsettling. 

At that moment, in the midst of thousands of audience, the guy looked at me. Somehow our eyes met in a sea of strangers. 

A second later he averted his eyes and left the court. 

"What was the point in all this?"

"Look!" Elsa pointed.

The guy I thought to be dead was actually alive and there wasn\'t any blood. 

"He\'s alive?"

Marg scrolled through her Holo. "He seems to have the ability to sever living beings: the man has to be stitched up otherwise, he\'d die in a few days. His saber is called \'the severer.\' He can\'t cut anything that\'s not organic though: at least not like that."

"OH?" 

That really was an interesting ability. 

The announcer announced his win and all the matches for the day ended. Apparently, the guy got 27 points tying with the second place: me. 

Of course, I didn\'t really care much about it. 

I yawned. "Let\'s get back I guess."

The two stood up. "Right."

Enira didn\'t come out of my saber, so things weren\'t as complicated. 

***

We made it back to my room. This time I didn\'t end up meeting Alexia or her mother. 

I ordered some food and around eight we started dinner. 

Enira didn\'t come out of the saber, so it was just us three.

"So, after tomorrow\'s match, you\'d head to the Battlesuin mansion and kill them all?" Elsa chewed on her food and talked at the same time. Sometimes I wondered what was wrong with her and her manners.

And was that really something we should have been talking about while eating on the same bed?

I actually kind of wanted to eat at the table but Elsa didn\'t want to leave the comfort of the bed. 

I sighed. "Dunno. Mindlessly killing won\'t make me much different from uncle. And I don\'t think I can negotiate with them either. Moreover, dad is supposed to be there."

"Right!" Elsa looked at me expectantly. Just what the hell did she want?

"I also realize my powers without actually using radiation isn\'t enough to make much of a threat. I can either kill them all or negotiate. And if I just happened to kill them all with radiation, then what? The environment would change and I might even take out a portion of the whole country. So for the time being I\'m considering negotiations but-" I gave her a serious glare. "To put it bluntly, I want to kill that woman and anyone else who caused all this. I\'ve seen mom cry three times in my life and all three were because of that man and that woman."

Negotiation was a blood-free route that I didn\'t want to take. I still remember the times mom cried, how she pretended to be happy, how she pretended to be strong. I knew all that. 

And that\'s why that woman had to die. And if my father was protecting her, then he\'d have to follow suit. I\'d already given it enough thought and I didn\'t want to change my mind. 

Elsa just stared at me for a second and then proceeded to chomp without actually saying anything. 

Marg was right next to me and she just hugged my right arm and rested her head on my shoulder. "I\'ll respect whatever decision you make. I\'ve already decided to marry you: to spend my life with you."

I just got some renewed confidence.

  "IN that case-" Enira came out, looking proud. "How about we-"

She did have one special condition though. 

***

Dinner was over and it was barely ten, even after discussing and talking and all that time just wasn\'t moving. 

But neither Elsa, nor Enira was even thinking of getting out of our hair. 

So- "YAWN! Think I\'ll sleep now."

I got two blank stares from the two and both stood up.

Elsa, without a word, just moved out of the room. Looks like she could take a hint, after all!

Enira however, came close to me. "You can just call me anytime you want. Let\'s say you got some excess energy- I wouldn\'t mind. And who knows, sometimes she might not be enough-" She smooched on the forehead and disappeared. 

I just stared blankly. \'Yeah, no thanks.\'

Marg went to the door and locked it. 

She came to me next. She was in her pajamas and instead of lying next to me, she got on top of me. 

"We\'ll have to be quiet tonight," She whispered. 

Oh! Her breath was warm! Her scent- divine.

My pants were also warm and something just got warmer. 

Marg giggled, got down from me, and just lay next to me. "It\'s a shame you\'ll have to abstain for three more days." 

Wait- what?

\'Huh?\'

Her eyes locked onto mine and she kissed me- her hand made it inside my pants. "We can\'t do it during these days, remember?" She giggled and caught my hotness with a gentle yet firm grip. "I actually didn\'t realize since I was in a hurry but it\'s one of those days." Her hand moved up and down.

Oh, so it was her periods. 

Sigh. 

We still kissed though and she just kept on stroking me and in the end, made a mess. "Ah!" I let out a moan before even realizing it as we kissed and I fondled her. 

I guess I needed to give this a wash now. 

"Don\'t worry, I\'ll go and wash it."

She slid my pants down, stole my underwear, and ran to the bathroom. I for once didn\'t spill it anywhere other than just the underwear- so everything was clean! 

It was not. 

\'Cold!\' I quickly put the pants back on but, \'The hell am I supposed to do with this dripping mess?\' 

Yeah, cleaning up afterward was a pain. Fortunately, we had tissues. 

Roughly ten minutes later she came back and hugged me as she slept. 

Well, I wasn\'t that dissatisfied. Though we couldn\'t do it, it didn\'t mean I was sad or anything- or the end of the world for that matter. The fact that she still made me feel good despite she couldn\'t- made me respect her some more. So, with a goodnight kiss, the two of us slept in each other\'s arms.

Somewhere along the way, I might have made her into my body pillow and hugged her a bit too tight. She never complained in the slightest though. In fact, she was getting way too comfortable with me too, making me a pillow of her own.

Tit for that I suppose.