MMA System: I Will Be Pound For Pound Goat-Chapter 584: This, I enjoy even more

Moving in wasn't a quick process.

It took a few weeks of packing, sorting, deliveries, and endless back-and-forth drives, but eventually they got everything settled.

The house finally felt lived in.

They even met a few neighbors during the early days.

Most were polite but distant, seemed like people who valued their privacy more than small talk.

Damon didn't mind. He wasn't looking for backyard barbecues or morning coffee chats anyway.

For Damon, the biggest adjustment was the house itself.

It was big for him—bigger than anything he ever thought he'd own.

Not so massive that you got lost wandering the halls, but just big enough that sometimes he caught himself standing in a room wondering what it should even be used for.

He didn't complain.

In fact, he smiled every time he thought about it.

Because the best part—the part he hadn't stopped thinking about since he signed the papers—was the massive space he now had for a home gym.

An entire section of the lower floor was cleared out, reinforced, and prepped. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Heavy bags. Mats. A cage wall section. A full weightlifting station. Even a custom sauna in the corner.

It was the place where he would raise his daughter, build his life with Svetlana, and sharpen himself for whatever war came next.

It was home in every sense of the word.

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It wasn't long before their family and close friends started planning to come by for a housewarming.

Joey was one of the first to call, joking about bringing too much food and not enough furniture.

But seeing Damon buy a house—seeing him settle down—did something to Joey too.

He had been riding the wave of the fight world for a while, along with staying at an apartment, managing damons media, setting up sponsorships.

The money was good. More than good. Damon paid him generously, made sure he was taken care of.

But at the moment ge wanted a place he called permanent home.

He thought about Jake, still recovering but getting stronger every day, he wanted to get him a house as well, Jake had taken cared of him since he could remember.

He thought about Ashley, patient as ever, waiting for the life they had promised each other when things settled down.

And he thought about his son—growing up faster than he liked to admit.

Joey had the money and had the opportunity.

Watching Damon take this step made him realize there was no reason to wait anymore.

They deserved a real home too. A place where his son could grow up without bouncing between apartments or feeling like life was always temporary.

As Joey packed up some things to bring to the housewarming, he made a quiet promise to himself.

It was time.

Time to build something permanent for his family—just like Damon had.

And actually give Ashley the position she deserved in his life.

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In the wide open space of the mansion's home gym, the sound of their breathing filled the room.

The mats were slightly damp with sweat, the afternoon light pouring in through the tall windows.

Damon and Svetlana were wrapped around each other, locked in a loose grappling exchange.

Svetlana had tied her long hair back into a short, tight braid. She wore a black sports bra and sleek training tights. Her muscles moved cleanly under her skin, lean and strong.

Damon wasn't far off, simple training shorts, no shirt, body slick with sweat, the old scars along his ribs and back catching the light.

Svetlana had bounced back fast after her pregnancy, faster than Damon expected.

And today, she had insisted on joining his workout.

While Damon thought she looked incredible, he wasn't about to say no.

Svetlana had also brought something else to the table.

She wanted to learn how to grapple.

She was already a seasoned Muay Thai striker, her clinch work nasty when she turned it on, but ground fighting had always been a missing piece for her.

Damon took her seriously.

They had started slow.

Positions. Balance. Pressure.

Now, after almost an hour, they were rolling properly, moving from mount to guard, exchanging grips and small reversals.

Svetlana breathed hard against him, refusing to quit.

She hooked her legs high around his hips, trying to create space, but Damon adjusted easily, keeping his weight low and steady.

"You're strong," Damon muttered, grinning as he postured up slightly.

"You're heavy," Svetlana shot back, smirking up at him as she tried to frame against his shoulders.

He chuckled under his breath and shifted his hips, forcing her to abandon the frame and bridge instead.

And between the sweat, the laughs, and the stubborn little battles, it felt natural.

Like everything else between them.

Svetlana's eyes narrowed in determination, and she tried another escape.

Damon let her work, correcting her posture with a slight nudge of his hand.

"Good," he said quietly. "Now again. Without the space this time."

They kept rolling across the soft mats, slow and technical. Damon wasn't rushing. He let Svetlana feel every shift, every adjustment, forcing her to learn through the rhythm of the movements.

Svetlana tried to sweep him by hooking her right foot behind his left knee and bumping her hips up to unbalance him. Damon shifted his weight low, cross-facing gently with his forearm to flatten her back to the mat.

She worked for an underhook on his left arm, trying to bridge and turn onto her side. Damon guided her hips with his own, keeping tight pressure without muscling her.

As they moved, Svetlana spoke up between breaths.

"That guy Shane is talking a lot again," she said, struggling for an angle underneath him. "You don't want to shut him up?"

Damon chuckled, keeping his base steady.

"No," he said casually. "I really don't care. Let him talk himself into despair. I don't think the UFA wants that fight anyway."

Svetlana managed to slip her left arm under Damon's chest, bridging with her hips and rotating, turning into a modified scarf-hold position.

It wasn't tight yet, but it was enough to get Damon's head pinned against her chest, face pressed firmly against her sports bra.

Damon's balance faltered for a split second.

Enough for Svetlana to feel it.

She laughed softly, shifting her hips to tighten the hold.

"I think you're enjoying this too much," she teased, smiling down at him.

Damon's voice came out muffled against her chest.

"Well, yes," he admitted without shame. "But..."

With a sudden sharp twist of his hips and a quick pummel of his arms, Damon reversed the position.

He rolled them over cleanly, sliding his left leg high across her body, stepping over into a heavy side control, his chest pressed against her stomach, his right knee riding up under her ribs for tighter pressure.

But the way he moved left them tangled awkwardly, her left thigh pressed between his legs, his body angled almost directly on top of her with barely any space between them.

The position wasn't exactly IBJJF legal, but neither of them was competing.

Svetlana smirked under him, raising an eyebrow as Damon grinned down at her.

"You were saying?" she said, her voice light, amused.

Damon only smiled wider, adjusting his grip lazily, pretending to tighten a choke that wasn't even there.

"This," he said, lowering his head slightly, "I enjoy even more."

They stayed there for a moment longer, playful, tangled, sweat cooling between them, before Svetlana pushed at his shoulder and laughed.

"Focus, champ," she said. "Or I'm going to choke you for real."

Damon chuckled and let her scramble free, ready for another round.