Madoka watched from the overhead stands with both hands clawing the metal bars.
She wore a thick cloak that masked her scent, and a leather mask filtered the air. Unable to look away, she watched the fight with gleaming eyes. Each time Nikolai made a move, her hips tightened, unable to stop her body reacting.
What is this little bastard's power!?
Why... do I feel so strange?
A throbbing sensation spread through her abdomen, each time he punched or dodged, and the subtle scent of her body leaked through the mask. Madoka sank her fangs into her lips, as if to quell the heat burning her from the inside.
From the moment she joined the SSS, she escaped her fate of being sold to an arranged marriage. Madoka accepted any condition they requested.
"He's still a little rough around the edges and needs training. But..." Her voice trailed off as the crowd began to scream and cheer.
Nikolai, in the ring, tossed an unconscious monster to the ground.
