Hermione, in particular, would target Draco's weak points or unexpected spots, making her impossible to defend against.
Just as he lost his balance, four swords came stabbing at him from four different directions almost simultaneously!
Draco only had time to deflect Windsor's attacks from the front and Evelyn's from the side with his sword. Hermione struck him in the abdomen, and Draco winced in pain, clutching his stomach. Meanwhile, that brat Trillian, seeing the opportunity, let out an excited yelp and thrust her sword towards Draco's groin.
At the last moment, Draco shifted to the side, covering his vulnerable spot with both hands. Trillian's sword tip was blocked by Draco's hands just millimeters away from its target, preventing it from advancing any further.
"Where does that brat Trillian think she's going?!" Draco exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling even through his mask.
"Pfft--Hahahaha!" The four women burst into laughter at Draco's comical, embarrassed state of clutching his crotch.
"Honey, it's one thing for them to make a fuss, but you don't want our 'happy' sex life to just end like this, do you?"
"Serves you right! Who told you... who told you to just now..." Hermione blushed even more, remembering how he had pinched her. "Continue!"
With that, Hermione exchanged a glance with the other three women who had finished laughing, then raised her sword again and charged at Draco, this time with even greater ferocity.
They targeted Draco's fleshy areas, such as his shoulders, arms, and back, but they didn't use much force.
This time, they were more measured in their attacks, only making symbolic strikes. Trillian was the most excited, shouting and poking around, which served as a good distraction.
After another chaotic beating, Draco was overwhelmed and in a sorry state, finally forced to the edge of the sword path. He stumbled, and Trillian delivered a vicious thrust, while Hermione made a daring jab from the side...
They poked Draco in the butt, and with their combined attack, Draco was knocked to the floor.
The four women, having had their fun, removed their masks and laughed uproariously, leaving Draco sitting on the ground, questioning his existence.
"Young master~ Does it hurt? Let me massage it for you~" Trillian threw down her sword and mask, ran over happily, squatted behind Draco, and started massaging his shoulders and back with her little hands. Her voice was so sweet it could kill someone.
This sudden attentiveness startled Draco. He glanced sideways at Trillian, then rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You were the one who attacked the hardest just now, and now you're trying to curry favor... Trillian, what are you up to? Are you schizophrenic?"
"Exactly," Windsor said with a hint of disdain, "You were the most enthusiastic just now." She hadn't forgotten Trillian's deadly strike.
Evelyn didn't say anything, but she gave Trillian a look that said, "Your expression changed way too fast."
Despite their accusations, Trillian remained unfazed and massaged even more vigorously. "There's no conflict!"
"If we have the chance to teach the young master a lesson, of course we should seize the opportunity. After we're done, we can give him a massage to relax. There's nothing wrong with that!" Trillian said confidently and logically.
This absurd statement left Windsor speechless for a long time before she could finally stammer out, "...6." Her shamelessness was simply astounding!
She couldn't help but turn to Evelyn, and said earnestly, "See that? You really should learn this great technique for winning over men! With your straightforward personality, you shouldn't still be single."
"Go away! Stop teasing me, who wants to learn this!" Evelyn blushed and pushed her away irritably.
But she still glanced at Draco, who was comfortably enjoying Trillian's massage, and for some reason, she felt that what Windsor said... seemed to make a little bit of sense?
After Draco had finished his massage from Trillian, Evelyn straightened up and said to Draco solemnly:
" Draco, may I... ask you now?"
Draco, feeling much better after the massage, gestured to Trillian that he could stop.
After Trillian stopped, Draco got up and stretched, then briefly repeated to Evelyn the core concepts he had previously discussed with Windsor regarding distance, rhythm, anticipation, and wrist control. He also pointed out some issues Evelyn had encountered in her previous match against Windsor.
Evelyn listened intently, nodding occasionally, and after quickly digesting the information, she thoroughly understood the entire core strategy.
Having fully absorbed all the techniques, Evelyn instantly gained confidence, her eyes burning as she looked at Windsor and asked, " Windsor, do you dare to have another real woman's duel?"
"Sure!" Windsor replied without any fear.
The two put their protective gear back on and stepped onto the kendo path.
Swords flashed, and footsteps clashed.
Evelyn's swordplay had become more unpredictable than before. She seemed to have a particularly thorough understanding of Draco's words about prediction and rhythm control. She no longer blindly pursued speed, but instead focused more on seizing opportunities and deceiving with distance.
After several rounds, Evelyn had surprisingly gained the upper hand! She seemed to always anticipate Windsor's intentions, deflecting attacks with concise and effective movements, and seizing the slightest openings when Windsor changed tactics, striking with deadly precision. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The score climbed steadily, eventually settling at 5-2.
Evelyn won by a clear margin!
Removing her mask, Evelyn revealed a hearty smile. Looking at the somewhat bewildered Windsor, she raised her chin and said with a hint of smugness, "See? I told you, my talent surpasses yours. See how that's demonstrated?"
"Hmph!" Seeing Evelyn's smug look, Windsor immediately spoke up, "If you're so arrogant again, I won't tell you about any good things next time!"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn, who had just been so smug, immediately backed down, quickly smiling and begging for forgiveness, "No, no, no! I won't show off anymore, okay? Please include me in any good things that happen."
My improvement this time was thanks to my best friend's introduction.
Windsor then gave a satisfied hum, letting the matter drop.
Just as the two were joking and bickering, a tall, muscular man wearing a sports vest, revealing his well-defined biceps and pectoral muscles, walked over. His muscles were clearly defined, typical of a Sanda or MMA athlete.
The man, carrying a tray with six glasses of chilled drinks, wore a hearty smile. "Ladies, are you tired from playing? Have something refreshing to cool you down."
As he spoke, he first poured Windsor a glass.
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Windsor's sharp expression vanished, replaced by a sweet smile. She said affectionately, "Thank you, darling!"
Evelyn familiarly took a glass of drink and nodded to the man. "Thanks, Bruce."