My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 61

Why Bring A Knife To A Fistfight?
“Quick question.” Gen grinned. “Do you know how to use that?”

The air in the basement was thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the sound of Ivan’s heavy breathing. He stood, his burly frame tense and ready. He lowered himself with the knife in his hand into a stance, its edge glinting menacingly in the light. “Come closer and find out.”

Gen faced him, her stance relaxed. She had no weapon in hand, but she didn’t need one. She already knew her body was a weapon of mass destruction. In more ways than one. She chuckled to herself at the joke.

Ivan’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Ready for round two, ma’am?”

She nodded in amusement. “Very well. Let’s finish this.”

Ivan lunged first, his knife slicing through the air. Gen sidestepped effortlessly, her movements almost like a dance. She pivoted on her heel, avoiding his follow-up slash and delivering a swift kick to his wrist. The knife wavered but didn’t drop.

Ivan growled, frustration etched on his face. He swung the blade again, aiming for her torso. Gen twisted away, feeling the rush of air as the knife passed inches from her skin. She darted in close, using her elbow to strike his ribs. Ivan grunted, the impact forcing him back a step.

He retaliated with a powerful swipe, but Gen was already moving. She flowed around him, her nimbleness making her a difficult target. Ivan’s knife sliced through empty space as she ducked low, sweeping his legs out from under him. He stumbled, catching himself before he fell.

Regaining his balance, Ivan lashed out with the knife, aiming for her neck. Gen arched backward, the blade narrowly missing her throat. She sprang forward, her fingers jabbing at pressure points on his arm. Ivan’s grip faltered, and she seized the opportunity to twist his wrist, forcing the knife downward.

Ivan snarled, wrenching his arm free and slashing wildly. Gen danced back, laughing. She felt the sting of the blade as it grazed her shoulder. She paused and stared at it. A hand came up to touch the blood before she licked it, shivering in delight.

“Perfect, Ivan. Yes! I want to see more of that!” She turned back to him, stopping her regeneration from closing the wound. Black blood trickled down her arm, but she ignored it.

Without answering, Ivan lunged again, his knife thrusting toward her heart. Gen sidestepped and grabbed his wrist, using his momentum to flip him over her shoulder. Ivan crashed to the ground, the knife slipping from his grasp. He rolled quickly, snatching it up and rising to his feet.

Ivan lunged forward with a powerful overhead strike. Gen sidestepped and closed the distance, using her knee to strike his midsection. Ivan doubled over, gasping for breath, but he still held the knife. Gen grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back. Ivan roared in pain, trying to break free, but Gen’s grip was unyielding.

With a final surge of strength, Ivan spun around, the knife aimed at her heart. Gen caught his wrist, her other hand striking his elbow. The knife clattered to the ground, and Ivan stared at her in shock.

Gen kicked the knife away, then released Ivan stepping back nimbly. “Okay. That was too fast, so I’ll give you a second chance. Make this one more fun. Got it?” She grinned at him.

Ivan took a moment to stare at her like she was mad.

“What?” Gen asked shrugging. “Can’t a lady get some fighting around here?”

Without warning, Ivan lunged at her, his movements surprisingly fast for a man of his size. He swung a heavy fist, aiming for Gen’s head. She ducked smoothly, her body flowing like water as she sidestepped the attack. Ivan’s punch connected with a steel support beam, the impact reverberating through the room.

“Ow. That has to hurt.” Gen giggled as she moved, her feet barely touching the ground as she circled him. Ivan’s eyes narrowed, tracking her every movement. He charged again, this time feinting left before swinging a powerful right hook. Gen anticipated the move, twisting her body to avoid the blow and countering with a swift kick to his ribs.

The force of her kick sent Ivan staggering back, but he quickly regained his balance. He grunted in pain, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. He reached for a nearby table, grabbing a heavy wrench and swinging it in a wide arc. Gen ducked and weaved, cackling as Ivan chased her around. “You sure know how to make a lady feel wanted!”

The wrench whistled through the air, narrowly missing her head. She used the momentum to propel herself forward, delivering a rapid series of punches to Ivan’s midsection.

He grunted, absorbing the blows, and retaliated with a powerful backhand. Gen leaped back, the force of the strike creating a gust of wind. She landed lightly on her feet, her eyes never leaving his. “Whew. That was close.” She sighed theatrically. “You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?”

Ivan roared as he charged again. He swung the wrench with deadly all his might, but Gen danced around him, her movements a fluid dance. She slapped away a strike that got too close and ducked behind him. He twirled, not letting her out of his sight.

Ivan growled in frustration, his patience wearing thin. He charged once more, his massive frame barreling towards her. Gen waited until the last possible moment before sidestepping, swinging around and delivering a powerful kick to his back. Ivan stumbled, the impact driving him to one knee.

Seizing the opportunity, Gen closed the distance, her hands glowing with her Aura. Ivan swung his wrench in a desperate attempt to fend her off, but Gen caught his wrist, twisting it with inhuman strength. The wrench clattered to the floor, and Ivan roared in pain and anger.

Gen didn’t hesitate. She used her enhanced strength to throw him against the wall, his back slamming into the concrete. Ivan slid to the floor, dazed and breathless. Gen approached, her eyes cold and unyielding.

“Stop!” He yelled. “Don’t come closer. Or I’ll blow down the building.” His hands scrambled through the pockets of his vest.

“Looking for this?” Gen pulled out the detonator with a grin. “You won’t be needing it.” She crushed it in her hand.

“No. No. No. No.” Ivan began repeating in terror.

She reached out, her Aura pulsing with dominance. She grabbed his neck and lifted him up into the air.

“Now, where were we?” She grinned, displaying her fangs.