The gym doors slammed open.

"PUDDIIIN~!"

Before Takamura could react, SMACK!—Ayame’s lips crashed onto his.

Aoki and Kimura screamed. Ippo froze. Kamogawa nearly fainted.

Ayame pulled back, licking her lips. "Mmm~ Still tastes like a dumb gorilla~"

Takamura twitched violently. "WHAT THE HELL, SWEETS?!"

She grinned. "Missed me, Puddin~?"

Aoki clutched Kimura. "SHE TOOK HIS FIRST KISS!"

Kamogawa sighed. "Takamura, explain."

Takamura, still recovering, groaned. "She’s an annoying brat I trained with before she left for Spain."

Ayame booped his nose. "Adorable, aren’t I~?"

Aoki wheezed. "She’s KILLING him!"

Takamura, still fuming, pointed at one of the gym’s top middleweights. "Spar with her. HUMBLE HER."

Ayame winked. "Aw, sending a poor boy to his doom? How cruel~"

The guy rushed in—and completely missed.

Jab—she slipped.

Cross—she weaved.

Hook—she ducked.

She was toying with him.

Aoki gawked. "She’s dodging while FLIRTING!"

Kimura nodded. "This is unreal."

Ayame sighed. "Is that all? You won’t even make me break a sweat, babe~?"

The guy threw a desperate right hook—and she countered.

BAM!

Perfect liver shot. He collapsed instantly.

Silence.

Ayame stretched. "Ahhh~ That was fun."

She turned to Takamura, smirking. "Still think I’m rusty, Puddin~?"

Takamura twitched. "…"

She closed the distance.

"Wanna go for round two~?"

Takamura stepped back. "You’re insane."

She winked. "But you love it, don’t you, Puddin~?"

Aoki and Kimura were on the floor.

Ippo was still processing.

Kamogawa sighed. "Takamura, she’s your problem now."

Ayame giggled. "Handling me, huh~? Puddin, at least buy me dinner first~"

Takamura screamed.