Training her body(Psychopatrick88 and ShadowofIce)

Masane nodded a little. "It.. feels odd wearing lingerie in this, so I decided to go without." She said, starting to sweat a little herself. She then looked around for a moment, making sure no one else was looking. She knew she needed to step it up a notch sensually, and once she was confident enough, she let out a long sigh before untying Yatori's sash from her waist, and would slowly open up her gi, going topless as her face glowed red, and she hung her Gi and sash over on the ropes.

She felt really awkward now, unable to even look at her opponent, but she did manage to muster up enough guts to ask a single question.

"Well.... what do you think?"

At that answer, Seraphim figured that this girl really wasn't too shameful in exposing herself. And only moments later just to prove it, the girl had started undressing her sash to open her gi, throwing it to the ropes like it was just in the way. Seraphim's eye widened some, faintly going red again in the cheeks, a little shocked from this action. Why would anyone willingly strip in front of another wrestler??? Sure, no one was here to watch really, leaving the two girls to do really just about anything they pleased, but at the same time, it felt... awkward. Still not completely used to this sort of thing, having only done something like this in the ring once and that was Megumi, this whole incident was just too strange.

But that didn't stop Seraphim.

Her eye practically glued into looking at her breasts for a few moments, Seraphim eventually managed a nod, clearly nervous by the look on her face, but her voice still confident. "Good.. I guess. Makes it a little less exciting to not be tearing it off myself though." She admitted, half saying it just to act nonchalent, the other half actually starting to feel that way. She may not have felt anything for this girl, but it still didn't change the dirty thoughts that entered her mind, exciting her a little as she softly put a hand over her breast, realizing how it was making her feel.

Hoping to change things around, Seraphim hid her distractions, and in an instant, she made a run for the girl, sudden and quick as one fist reared back, like she was going or a haymaker. But as she got closer, dashing for the girl, she changed up and used her other fist, rising it to punch her right in the breast, hoping to make those exposed mounds good and tender. If she could, Seraphim would try to land as many hits as she could there. Going from jabs, to straits, to hooks, all aiming right for her ample and well shapen breasts.

Masane said nothing either. If this was making Seraphim feel awkward, Masane was feeling it twice as much. She said nothing in response to her comment however, and just braced herself for her.

She watched her charge in, and winding up a large haymaker. She tried to catch it, and realized too late that it was a fake! She yelped as she was jabbed in the left breast and stumbled away, coughing from how much it hurt. Maybe this wasn't the smartest move, but it wasn't like she could go back on it now. She tried her best to avoid the other punches she threw, although a few still got past her guard. In the midst of it all though, she drew back one of her arms and thrusted it forward as hard as she could, trying to nail her left breast with her palm, hoping to stun her with the blow, and step away from her afterwards.

There was something very alluring about hitting the girl right in her breasts. It felt like hitting the softest punching bag in the world, and she would even get the award of hearing her cry and scream in pain, the sounds just drawing Seraphim deeper into a desire to make this girl suffer, but also somewhat arousing as well. By now, Seraphim's body was showing a sign that she too was getting 'excited' from the match, and it was from her sleeveless vest. Her breasts were firm and perky at this point, the nipples clearly making two small nubs through her sports bra and the gray vest underneath, but she paid no attention to this, continueing her assualt.

Then, Masane managed a counter attack, slamming a palm into Seraphim's own bust, allowing the girl to even feel just how firm they've gotten, and she stumbled back some, cringing and letting out a single cough, but certainly not stopping yet. The attack had hurt and felt a bit... strange, but Seraphim tried not to let it bother her, once again showing how skilled she was at ignoring any pain she was put through. With only taking a few moments to recover, Seraphim decided to change tactics, not even sure what perked this thought into her mind, but deciding it would certainly change the pace of the match if she did.

Suddenly, Seraphim charged at Masane, both arms outstretched before she tried to quickly wrap them around the girl's waist. If she could, Seraphim would hold her up a few inches from the mat, and begin squeezing, hoping to get in a powerful bearhug as it would also cause their breasts to bump and rub together.

Masane saw the expression on her face, and saw Seraphim was indeed taking pleasure in hurting her. She narrowed her eyes at her, and was more satisfied when she managed to nail her counter attack dead on.

She was panting softly now, clutching one of her breasts, trying not to show how much it hurt right now. As she tried to cope with the pain, she saw Seraphim getting a strange look in her eye, and before she knew what was going on, she was suddenly swept up in a bearhug.

"Arrghhh!!!" She cried out as she lifted her up and started squeezing her hard. She grit her teeth, struggling against her, trying to fight her off, but the woman had a pretty tough grip, and she couldn't break free on her own accord. She was also blushing a bit at the way her breasts were rubbing and bumping with Seraphim's clothed breasts, and felt herself getting hard from the sensation.

It was clear from Seraphim's tight grip that she wasn't particularly seeking the pleasure, but going for pain as well as she tried to crush her hips with the powerful squeeze beneath her strong arms. Her smile grew some as Masane screamed, and then Seraphim decided to silence that, her face inching closer to the blue eyed fighter.

Bringing her closer, Seraphim could feel the girls breasts against her own, getting firmer and harder as she was seeming to enjoy the whole ordeal. And not only was she finding pleasure in it, but so was Seraphim, finding herself purposely moving her upper torso just a bit, their breasts which were pancaked into one another starting to grind and slowly rise up and down. Her stiff nipples even from behind the vested shirt could be felt into Masane's exposed breasts, and so did Seraphim, her face turning a little red once again, holding herself back from letting out a soft moan from this, trying to keep composed and strong, her grip remaining that way as well.

Still squeezing, Seraphim's lips got closer to hers, until finally she locked lips with Masane roughly, even the kiss becoming a tightly locked seal between them, and she only pulled the girl in closer, feeling heated and even getting excited by the feeling of pressing her lips into hers. It was strange, she really wasn't that attracted to this girl, but there was still a desire for pleasure, and in her sadistic way, watching this girl writhe between both the pain and pleasure was all Seraphim could ever ask for.

Masane clenched her teeth with her eyes shut as Seraphim continued to squeeze her hard, fighting back a moan herself as their nipples rubbed over one another, although she was getting the feeling moreso than Seraphim, and couldn't resist a small moan.

"Uh-uhhnn.." She whimpered, then her eyes shot open in surprise as Seraphim leaned in to lock lips with her. She had done this to Seraphim earlier in the fight, but even so, when she met lips with her, it felt different than when she locked lips, and she felt herself blushing as her white martial art pants were beginning to develop a damp spot between her legs, much to her embarassment. Masane almost melted into the kiss, whimpering almost like she was being submissive, and was feeling her body surrendering to the combination of pain and pleasure as her struggling lessened drastically.

Even now, Seraphim didn't let go, not yet. She could feel her arms slowly getting a little tired though in holding her like this, even weaker as she felt arousal erupting from the kiss, her senses sharpening and her body still rubbing up and down along Masane. The whole feeling was calming even if it was over an utter dominance, and she slowly grew more engrossed and drawn into the kiss, especially at Masane's whimpering sounds and the way she started to lose her sense of struggle, even when Seraphim still kept her grip tight and painful.

Slowly, Seraphim's lips parted from her, a small line of saliva stuck between the two for a moment as Seraphim's cheeks started to slowly match the hue of her red eye, gaining her own sense of pleasure from this. Her grin growing, she went in for another kiss as she managed a sharp breath between, and then she pulled Masane closer again, kissing lower, going for her exposed neck. Seraphim's lips planted firmly on her neck, and then went for a gentle nip, her teeth lightly sinking into Masane's soft flesh, nibbling as she kissed her opponent right below the jaw, teaching her further as she would do this a few times to try and leave a hickey.

Masane groaned weakly, shaking her head and whimpering softly, and gasped as Seraphim broke the kiss, cringing from the pain in her lower back, and then let out a shuddering gasp as she started to kiss and nip at her neck. "Ahh! S..stop that!" She protested, trying to pry away again, and could feel herself growing wetter as she continued to nip and suck on her neck. "Ahhh...."

While her kissing and small bites along the girl's neck continued, she could feel her shudder and try to break away, and slowly but surely, it was starting to work. As a final attempt to weaken her though, knowing if this didn't work then Masane would break away, Seraphim started to raise her left leg upwards, rising along the girl's the girl's thigh as Seraphim's brushed against hers. And then finally, while still nipping at the girl's neck, Seraphim rose her knee and thigh high enough into Masane's crotch, letting it rise into it, pressing lightly against her womanhood through her now damp pants that Masane had on. It was then that Seraphim noticed the girl was starting to get wet down below, and Seraphim would try pressing against it with her knee, hoping to do whatever she could to make this girl moan in pleasure and lose herself in it, trying to hold on to this girl just a little longer while she pressed her knee up against the girl's crotch.