Part 4: Madison's Attempt
The day after Megan's failed attempt, Madison was ready to take her shot at seducing Naruto. She had planned everything down to the last detail, confident that her skills and her charm would break through where Megan had failed.
Gym class was the perfect opportunity. Madison slipped into her cheerleader outfit—short skirt, tight top, and all the right accessories to catch every eye in the room. She gathered her cheer squad and organized a spontaneous dance routine right in the middle of the gym, her plan being simple: distract the boys with their synchronized moves and, most importantly, get Naruto's attention.
As they started their routine, the boys around the gym began to blush, unable to keep their eyes off Madison and the other cheerleaders. Whispers filled the room, and all eyes were glued to them, some even dropping their weights or stumbling mid-run on the track.
Madison's eyes, however, were laser-focused on one person—Naruto. She threw in a few extra moves, flashing a sultry smile, but when she looked over at him, she was shocked to see that he wasn't even looking her way. While every other boy in the gym had turned into a blushing mess, Naruto sat quietly in the corner, completely indifferent to the performance.
Feeling a sense of disbelief, Madison tried even harder, making her dance more suggestive and adding little gestures to catch his eye. But still—nothing. Naruto didn't glance at her once, his focus remaining on something completely unrelated to the chaos around him.
As gym class ended, Madison's patience wore thin. She couldn't stand the idea that someone would resist her like this, especially when she was a succubus, used to drawing anyone in with ease. So, she marched right up to Naruto as he was getting ready to leave.
"Hey," Madison called, walking with purpose. Her tone was sweet but laced with frustration. "Why don't we go out sometime? I mean, it's obvious you don't really hang out with anyone else." She leaned in a little closer, making sure her chest was visible as she slightly flexed, a tactic that usually had boys scrambling for her attention.
Naruto didn't even blink. He paused for a moment, looked at her briefly, then kept walking.
Before Madison could react, the rest of the boys in the gym noticed her talking to Naruto. They quickly rushed over, pushing and jostling to get in between them.
"Madison, you should go out with me!" one boy said eagerly.
"Yeah, forget him, he's just a loner!" another added.
But Madison ignored them, her focus only on Naruto. He was already walking toward the door, completely unfazed. She ran after him, catching up just outside the gym doors. "Wait! You didn't answer me," she called out, once again leaning in, trying to use every bit of her charm. "How about it? Just one date."
Naruto finally stopped, turning to face her. "No," he said flatly, and before she could say another word, he walked away, leaving her standing there, stunned.
Madison had never been turned down before, and certainly not like this. Boys were always fighting for her attention, and yet Naruto—completely uninterested—had walked away without a second thought.
At the end of the day, Madison found Megan sitting on the bleachers after school, waiting for her. She slumped down beside her friend, still reeling from what had just happened.
"So," Megan asked, raising an eyebrow, "how did it go?"
Madison shook her head, still in disbelief. "He completely rejected me. I tried everything. I even asked him out, and he just said no."
Megan's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? He turned you down too?"
"Yeah," Madison replied, still in shock. "He's different, Megan. He's not like any of the boys here. He didn't even blush when I tried to flirt with him. It's like he doesn't care."
Megan nodded, her expression thoughtful. "You're right. He's nothing like the other guys at this school."
For the first time, both girls sat in silence, realizing they had never encountered someone like Naruto before. He wasn't swayed by their looks or their powers, and that intrigued them more than anything.