Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Bang!

Yui-chan hurried back to her bedroom, closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly sat down on the floor, knees knocking together, panting heavily in her chest.

When she went upstairs, she took a sneak peek back and saw Link-san embracing Mikuru-chan and kissing her.

It was like a passionate French kiss, the movements were intense, and just one glance made her face blush and her ears burn, unable to look a second time.

Although Yui-chan had never experienced adult relations, under the influence of her roommate Mikuru Ishida-chan, she had secretly watched a risqué movie and felt extremely ashamed.

Now Link-san and Mikuru-chan were probably doing those very same embarrassing things.

Yui-chan cradled her burning cheeks, her mind involuntarily conjuring up some peculiar images.

Pitter-patter!

After a while, Yui-chan heard a series of distinct footsteps coming from the second-floor corridor, heading towards her room, the footsteps heavy, not like Mikuru-chan's airy steps.

Yui-chan's heart tightened, was it Link-san coming up? Wasn't he downstairs getting intimate with Mikuru-chan, why was he coming up now?

Could it be that he was coming to see her?

Thump-thump!

The footsteps stopped outside her room, the heavy tread made the person outside seem like a wild beast, its breathing audible.

Yui-chan stood up nervously, held her breath, and pressed her pounding heart. Link was a world heavyweight champion, very strong and physically robust; what if he forced his way in to bully her, how would she resist?

"Link-san, my room is over there, this is Yui-chan's room."

Mikuru-chan's soft voice came from outside the door.

Thump-thump!

The footsteps walked away, then the neighboring room's door opened and was slammed shut.

Yui-chan exhaled in relief and sat down on the carpet. Just now there had been only Link-san's footsteps outside, but she could hear Mikuru-chan speaking. Yui-chan could imagine the scene outside, Mikuru-chan probably clinging onto Link-san's arm or back.

'She must be in his arms, with Link-san's strength, a single arm should be able to lift Mikuru-chan.'

At that thought, Yui-chan quickly shook her head. How could she let her mind wander like this? She opened her door to peek outside, no one was there, but at that moment from the bedroom next door came a strange noise, much like the one from the risqué movie she had seen, only more intense.

Yui-chan listened for a while until her cheeks burned hot. She hurriedly closed her bedroom door, but in the silence, she thought she could still hear a faint sound. Yui-chan covered her ears and lay on her bed. After a while, she softly opened her door and tiptoed down to the small living room.

But seeing the scene in the living room, Yui-chan couldn't help but cover her mouth; the once tidy room was in complete disarray, one of the two folding screens had toppled over, and the fruit platter and small booklets on the coffee table had been scattered on the floor.

On the floor also lay Mikuru-chan's suit jacket, skirt, black stockings, and white T-shirt.

By now, they were mostly torn to shreds.

Link-san's shirt and jeans lay carelessly on the ground as well.

Seeing these items, Yui-chan couldn't help but think of them as the scene of a brutal home invasion where Link-san was the violent perpetrator, and Mikuru-chan was the victim.

However, remembering that Mikuru-chan was doing all this to conceive, she realized that it was Link-san who was the unwitting victim.

Yui-chan felt it was wrong to label Link-san as the perpetrator. She shook her head, knelt on the carpet, and picked up the fruit platter and booklets. She also collected Link-san's clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on the sofa.

Seeing the tattered remains of Mikuru-chan's uniform, Yui-chan felt a twinge of sadness. Mikuru-chan was doing this for the sake of the country and nation; she hoped Mikuru-chan's sacrifice would be worthwhile. Nevertheless, as she picked up the pieces of Mikuru-chan's white skirt, she was taken aback.

Yui-chan couldn't believe it. Mikuru-chan seemed so flirty, her bottom so perky when she walked swinging from side to side, her makeup and dress mature and sexy. How could she still be a girl?

She didn't know the reason but felt that this piece of fabric must be very important to Mikuru-chan, so she blew it dry with a hairdryer and carefully folded it.

Thinking of Mikuru-chan's earlier mention of cooking, Yui-chan, worried that the two might be hungry when they came down, found some ingredients in the kitchen and prepared sushi, a pot of miso soup, and a pork cutlet.

Considering that Mikuru-chan just lost her virginity and needed to replenish herself, Yui-chan took out her phone to look up a suitable dish for Mikuru-chan, then called the apartment's maid to ask her to buy some ingredients.

The maid took nearly an hour to deliver the ingredients to the apartment. Yui-chan had thought Link and Mikuru-chan would come downstairs earlier, but they didn't. Only when she finished preparing all the food, Link-san came down wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

"Yui-sensei, thank you for the trouble."

Link said, looking at the neatly folded clothes on the sofa.

Yui-chan gave him a glance, her face reddened as she shook her head. Normally, she would have scolded Link for bullying Mikuru-chan, calling him a bad man, but considering Mikuru-chan was stealing from him and she was an accomplice, she felt a bit guilty.

"Link-san, I've made some Japanese dishes, would you like to try some?"

"Sure, Yui-sensei, you are really an excellent lady. Not only is your acting great, but your Japanese cooking is also pretty good. Whoever marries you will be very fortunate."

Link sat at the low table, praising the dinner Yui-chan had made.

"It's not that impressive, I can only make a few dishes, and the taste is just so-so."