Chance
The boat was abuzz, every inch of the deck filled with spectators eagerly awaiting the final round of the Generation Dance! tournament.
And there I was, right in the midst of it all, paired up with my roommate Bleu, ready to hit the dance floor and give it everything we had. The unexpected stars of the competition – that’s what they were calling us. And while it was exciting, it was also a lot to take in.
I glanced over at Bleu, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, and couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me.
For one, she looked really hot in her dance outfit.
Two, this was our last dance together before we headed back to LAG for school tomorrow.
But most of all, three, I was terrified.
This was it.
Everything had led up to this moment. The other two rounds of the contest were cake, but now, with everyone looking at us, the pressure was on.
The crowd went wild as the first few beats of the song began. There was a lot distracting me.
In the back of my mind, were the feelings I had towards Bleu. Obviously she was really cute, but these feelings really sprouted after that day she lost her bikini on the beach, and came to my bed to sleep later that night.
Sure, nothing actually happened in bed that night. I was still a virgin. But I no longer felt like a *turbo* virgin, and that made all the difference.
Then there was the unfathomably hot image of Pail and Ruby making out on stage, seared forever in my mind.
I almost felt guilty for having a certain thought.
I wonder if Pail would bring Ruby with her into my harem?
But there was no time to dwell on that. The atmosphere on the boat was electric. Everyone wanted to see who would come out on top, and as the music started, I shook off my thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
“Let’s do this, Bleu,” I whispered.
This was our moment, and I was ready to give it my all, feelings and doubts be damned.
The crowd erupted into cheers, and as the first beat of the music hit, Bleu and I stepped forward, ready to dance our way to victory or at least, go down trying.
Amber and Xavier stood on the opposite side of the dance floor, their expressions a mix of determination and focus. Xavier, with his striking silver hair and eyes, exuded an air of confidence that was almost palpable. Amber, no stranger to competition herself, looked ready to give it her all.
The music kicked in, filling the air with a rhythm that set my soul on fire. Bleu and I moved in perfect sync, our bodies flowing together in a dance that felt as natural as breathing. Every move was flawless, every step taken with a precision that left the crowd in awe.
On the other side of the dance floor, Amber and Xavier were giving it their best. But as the dance progressed, it became clear that Xavier was struggling to keep up. His movements were just a fraction off, his coordination not quite matching Amber’s.
[Luck Magic Skill: In The Pocket activated. User has almost impossibly good timing.]
That’s when I felt it – a subtle shift in the air, a gentle nudge of luck in our favor. My magic was kicking in, giving Bleu and me the upper hand. We moved with a grace and fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly, captivating everyone who watched.
As the final notes of the music played out, it was clear who the victors were. Bleu and I had narrowly defeated Amber and Xavier, but Xavier, oh Xavier, he did not take the loss well.
His face turned a shade of red I didn’t think was humanly possible as he threw a full-blown temper tantrum right there on the dance floor.
“This is statistically impossible!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “He cheated! He must have!”
The crowd gasped, their eyes wide as they took in Xavier’s dramatic outburst. And then, with all the flair of a Shakespearean actor, he declared, “This isn’t over, Chance. I will have my vengeance, at any cost!”
There were more gasps, a few whispers, and even a couple of snickers from the crowd. It was a scene straight out of a drama, and all I could do was stand there, my mouth agape, as I tried to process what had just happened.
Vengeance? Over a dance competition? That’s a ridiculous origin story, even for an anime villain.
As Xavier continued his tirade, I couldn't help but be reminded of those over-the-top gamers on LiveStreamLosers.com. You know, the ones who throw an epic tantrum and smash their keyboards over their knees after losing? Yeah, Xavier was pretty much the embodiment of that.
I looked at him calmly, not letting his outburst get to me. With a slight shrug, I simply replied,
“Sounds like a skill issue to me.”
The crowd fell silent for a moment before erupting into a mix of gasps and stifled laughter. Xavier's face turned an even darker shade of red, if that was possible, and I could tell I'd hit a nerve.
But I wasn't about to let his drama ruin this moment for Bleu and me. I mean… technically he was right. The Luck Magic System had caused me to win. But that wasn’t really cheating, at least not from my point of view.
I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as I waited for the round to start. It's not every day you get to compete in a dance competition against a hot girl you kind of like.
But as the reality of the situation dawned on me, a voice echoed in my mind, the wise words of Tate Andrews (RIP): "No girl respects a loser."
It hit me like the truck that brought me into this world.
If I really want to have a shot with Bleu, I can’t hold back. I have to win. I have to beat the pants off of Bleu and win this competition at any cost.
In the unforgiving dance floor of life, being perceived as a loser, especially by a girl, is devastating.
Life around women is like navigating a speedrun of a really old-school game, where one wrong move could relegate you to the dreaded friendzone. And once you were in there, it was impossible to claw your way back out.
Girls operate on a sort of pack mentality. If one of them labels you as weak or a loser, it won’t be long before the rest follow suit. And the next thing you know, you’re on the same social rung as Matt, which was a fate I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.
The logic was cold and unforgiving, but it was a reality I had come to understand. In order to have a shot with Bleu, I needed to win, and not just win, but dominate. It was the only way to ensure that I maintained my status, my dignity, and any chance of avoiding the dreaded friendzone.
Dominate, that’s the word. This dance competition is my chance to prove what a dominant male I am.
The fact was that Bleu’s female brain would actually admire me more for dominating her in this competition. But then another thought hit me.
What if this sense of domination, this proof of prowess, could extend beyond the dance floor? I could carry this momentum back to the dorm, applying this newfound dominance to Pail and Amber.
Lost in my reverie, I began to visualize a scene straight out of a Shounen Ace manga.
There, in our dormroom, Bleu and Amber were dressed in French maid outfits with little catgirl ears. They moved gracefully, serving me Redballz and chicken nuggets on a silver platter with smiles and a twinkle in their eyes.
Amber: “Nyan nyan you are the coolest and hottest boy ever, Master. Let me know when Master’s chin-chin needs to be cleaned! Nyan nyan :)”
Bleu: “Nyan nyan, can I haz headpats, Master?”
In the corner, Ruby and Pail, were going at in their bikinis, making out with full tongue and everything.
The entire scenario was brilliant, and very much possible. My imagination had truly outdone itself this time.
All I have to do is win this dance competition, and my regular harem can turn into a slave harem.
And just as I was basking in the glory of this absurd daydream, reality decided to send a harsh reminder that I was, in fact, still in the middle of a dance competition.
I missed a step, stumbled slightly, and suddenly, the vivid fantasy was replaced by the stark reality of the dance floor beneath my feet.
