"Ahh, that's it right there~"
Charli stood directly in front of Stiletto, facing away, as he assisted her by helping stretch her triceps behind her body. They were in the middle of partner stretches on the school field, warming up for their physical education class.
Unlike her usual attire, Charli wore a simple T-shirt and short shorts—the standard gym uniform for girls. Her long, lanky legs and slender frame were surprisingly alluring. Though she possessed small breasts and a petite ass, they still were a nice addition in the sunlight that reflected off her pale skin and pink-tipped, blonde hair.
Stiletto himself wore the same white T-shirt, paired with longer red shorts.
It was actually a pleasant surprise for him—seeing that even in a fantastical world like this, they were advanced enough to come up with something as practical as a "T-shirt."
Truly a thrilling technology.
Stiletto answered with a weary grunt, fatigue from the long night with Mya still weighing on him.
Well—at least he'd gotten stronger from it.
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[Stats]
{Main Stats-}
Strength: 16
Agility: 17
Vitality: 14
Endurance: 12
Intelligence: 18
Luck: 28
{Added Stats-}
Spirit: 26
Charm: 27
Cock: 68/120
Touch: 14
{Earned Stat Points-}
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Mya had come seven times the previous night, after they'd confirmed that Stiletto would be visiting her home before the week was over—before he and Lyria were set to leave. Truthfully, he was surprised. The mature maid had been struggling to keep up with him before that night, yet now she seemed like a completely different beast.
All night long, she had begged him to pound her into the mattress. Over and over.
'She's real motivated it seems~'
This morning, Stiletto put four of his newly earned stat points into Charm and three into his Cock. It wouldn't hurt to be a little more handsome, and who wouldn't want to increase their size?
Sure, he might have been thinking with his dick—but Mya certainly seemed to love it.
Despite how cold it had been recently, today was unusually warm and sunny—the first such day in a while. The sunlight felt good against Stiletto's skin. Relaxing, even. That, and—
'Wait, what?'
Pulled sharply from his reverie, his gaze dropped, catching Charli arching slightly as she leaned back into him, her ass grinding against his crotch area.
He immediately looked up, only to find her wearing a smug grin, clearly aware of what she was doing as she continued to wiggle her hips.
"Why are you so spaced out, Stiletto~?"
'There she goes again...'
Stiletto blinked and answered calmly.
"I'm tired, that's all. Anyway..."
He paused before continuing:
"Don't you ever get tired of doing this?"
Over the past month, the two of them had kept up this teasing back-and-forth. At first, Charli had taken it as a challenge, assuming he was just going through a phase and would eventually give in—granting her the satisfaction of a clear "win." Instead, Stiletto only held his ground, and in response, she'd grown more and more daring.
Still, despite it all, she showed no sign of interest whatsoever.
Which, for Stiletto, was deeply disorienting. Watching her laugh and walk off without a care left him with a strange feeling.
How he felt about her was peculiar, too. Most of the time, she really just felt like a boy—a great friend—though he wouldn't be doing half the things he did with her if she were actually a guy.
Even so, he wasn't particularly interested in sleeping with her either.
More than anything, their little "game" felt like a true competition. One he didn't want to lose—or win by cheating. That was why he made a point of never using {Sparking Feel} on her. He wasn't even sure it would work on a lesbian in the first place.
Charli let out a soft laugh as she leaned into him, her pitch-black eyes holding his while she arched her back even more deliberately. It looked as if she was being fucked against an imaginary wall from behind, one hand held behind her back. Around them, their classmates largely averted their gazes—some deliberately, others far less so—while the teacher ignored it altogether, clearly exhausted after a month of the same routine.
The wild girl went on:
"I dont know, you tell me~! But... you don't look all that tired either~"
Nodding and motioning her head back toward Stiletto, a smirk tugged at Charli's lips as she felt his cock hardening against her.
"Should I take it you forfeit~?"
Stiletto sighed, a playful edge creeping into his expression as he replied:
"You know that's not an option. If anything, you should be grateful your hair's too short for me to pull back and really make you feel it~"
She was just about to respond when the teacher's voice cut through the room, patience finally spent:
"All right, everyone. Class will begin now. I trust you're all warmed up?"
Obeying the teacher, Stiletto released Charli, who immediately put on an exaggerated pout.
"Aww, just when it was getting good!"
As always, she turned back toward him, a satisfied look settling on her face as she repeated her usual phrase, her gaze traveling up from the floor.
"This isn't the en—"
She paused for a moment, blinking in place, then slowly lifted her eyes to finally meet his.
"—d."
Stiletto fired back with a quick response, though whatever tension lingered soon dissipated as he and Charli were separated, divided into boys' and girls' groups.
It was a benchmarking day—one reserved for physical testing.
The girls went first, cycling through a range of evaluations: a forty-meter sprint, a mile run, long throws, pushups, and several other endurance tests.
It came as no surprise that Charli placed first in every category, despite being a Mortal. Naturally athletic, she'd long since become something of a celebrity at the school—especially among the girls. With her almost pretty-boy charm, many of her peers had taken to calling her "Prince Charming." Stiletto had been harassed more than once by Charli's fan club—comprised entirely of girls—for being the frequent target of her amusement.
Eventually, the girls wrapped up their exercises, and the boys were called forward.
Before this, Stiletto had always been average at best. Which, for a Stage 2, made no sense. Most of the school consisted of ordinary Mortals like Charli, since this wasn't a spirit academy. The only explanation he could come up with was that his predecessor had intentionally kept a low profile, choosing mediocrity over attention.
Aside from Charli, none of his classmates knew he was a Stage 2. The old Stiletto had made sure of that. The expectations that came with such "talent" were not something he wanted to deal with.
So when Stiletto took first place in every test by the end of class, the reaction was immediate shock.
Over the past month, Stiletto had become more popular, his interactions with Charli sparking greater interest from others to speak with him. With this "new and improved," more approachable Stiletto, many felt drawn to him—and so, at present, he was surrounded by classmates offering their congratulations.
Charli, however, was sitting off to the side with two other girls—unremarkable by Stiletto's standards, but well-endowed and among the school's most popular. He'd long suspected they both had crushes on her. Honestly, he wouldn't have even been surprised if they'd already had a threesome or something.
A pleased look of surprise crossed Charli's face as she murmured softly:
"When did he get so fast?"
She knew Stiletto had been holding back. As a Stage 2, he was naturally quicker than most of the boys. Still—she'd seen him run seriously a few times when they hung out. Yet even then… he hadn't been this fast before.
The girl to Charli's right—a short brunette—turned toward her with a grin.
"Stiletto's kinda… hot lately, isn't he? Almost as much as little miss Prince Charming here~"
Nodding along, the blonde on Charli's left chimed in:
"Honestly, yeah… I've been thinking I might actually make a move. What do you think, Charli? He looks good, right? Should I try?"
For a moment, Charli's expression was unreadable, her pitch-black eyes giving nothing away.
"Stiletto is... Stiletto."
After a brief pause, she stood, turning her back on them. For just a second, the air felt unusually serious. Then she spun back around, her usual playful grin snapping back into place.
"Should you try? Sure—go for it! Want me to set you up with him?"
Chuckling as she imagined Stiletto—someone she'd never once seen interact with a girl other than herself—spending time with her friend, she added:
"I bet you he'd be over the moon~!"
And before her friend could protest—already knowing what Charli was about to do, her cheeks flushing red—Charli called out loudly in Stiletto's direction.
"Hey, Stiletto! Come here!"
Excusing himself from his peers, Stiletto walked over to the trio as Charli quickly explained the situation.
Almost immediately, he responded coldly:
"Yeah, no. Sorry. Not interested."
Charli froze. Her face, which had been bright and expectant—fully anticipating him turning into a flustered, stumbling mess—shifted into pure confusion. Truthfully, that had been the entire reason she'd called him over in the first place. Her jaw nearly dropped at how quickly he rejected her blonde friend.
As the blonde's expression fell just as fast and the brunette moved in to comfort her, Stiletto turned his attention back to Charli.
"Want to come over later? I need to talk to you."
Still processing what had just happened, Charli didn't comment on it. Instead, she simply answered his question, not asking what it was he wanted to tell her.
"S—Sure... yeah."
The du Life household was nothing new to Charli. She'd been there countless times over the years, and over the past month especially, she'd visited Stiletto often just to hang out. The two of them did whatever stupid thing came to mind, and it was always fun.
Stiletto gave a short nod.
"Okay. Meet me by the front gate after school."
Charli nodded in response, a bit stiffly, and before she could add anything, he was already walking away. Beside her, the blonde girl's eyes began to well up.
'Uh... what?'
...
After school ended, Charli met Stiletto by the front gate.
He started walking immediately, nodding forward as he motioned for her to follow.
"Come with me."
After a short walk across the street, the two entered a mostly empty café.
Charli paused at the entrance, raising an eyebrow.
"What are we doing here?"
Suddenly, a figure seated in the corner stood up, wearing a long black trench coat. Her presence drew attention instantly—otherworldly red eyes glinting against the dim interior, deep brown hair swaying as she moved toward the entrance.
Charli felt her breath catch in her throat before realization struck.
'Wait... those are Stiletto's clothes.'
And as if confirming her growing suspicion, the woman approached fully and spoke, her voice as calm and soothing as her appearance.
"I'm really getting tired of waiting here every day…"
Stiletto sighed.
"Just deal with it, Lyria. In a week, you won't have to come here anymore—or wait for me."
Confusion crossed Charli's face as she looked to Stiletto for an explanation.
"…Lyria?"
Before he could answer, Lyria cut in. The arrogance was plain on her face as she spoke.
"And who is this supposed to be?"
Charli's brow twitched. Turning to the Goddess—slightly taller—she looked down at her.
"I could say the same thing about you!"
Without turning back toward Stiletto, she asked him:
"Who is she?"
A long pause followed before he finally answered:
"My lover..."
Instantly, Charli's head whipped back toward him, her jaw falling open.
"WHAT?!"
She turned back to the unfamiliar woman.
"Is that true?"
Lyria simply stood there, offering no real response—neither confirming nor denying it. She gave only a slight nod.
'Oh my gods. It's true.'
Unable to fully process everything at once, Charli latched onto the next question racing through her mind and turned back to Stiletto.
"Earlier, you said something. 'You won't have to come here ever again,' or something like that… What does that mean?"
Stiletto shrugged.
"Well… that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."
He hesitated for just a moment before continuing, his expression strangely calm.
"I'm moving away."
...
"WHAT?!"