A real life Mirror Match!? Momoka Shinokawa vs. Rosie Xu

Back on her feet as well, Momoka glared angrily at her clone, slowly and menacingly approaching her. "L-like you have any right to call me flat!" Still pretty ironic, really.

As soon as she could get close enough, the bratty girl would lunge at Rosie, once again trying to tackle her to the ground.

"I never said you were!" Rosie said defensively. She prepared herself for Momoka's next attack, her hands staying close to her chest without really realizing.

But Momoka was too fast for Rosie to avoid the tackle, and Rosie again found herself on her back underneath a very angry version of herself.

Momoka slammed into her other self yet again, tackling Rosie down to the mat and straddling her belly. This time, however, rather than go after the face, her targets were just a bit lower. Raising her hand high above her head, Momoka brought it down swiftly, aiming to slap her foe right across her modest chest! "It'll be easier to tell the different after I make you even flatter!"

Rosie squirmed a bit, seeing Momoka's hand lift high up, ready to smack her again. She tried to catch it on its way down, barely managing to dull the impact.

SMACK! "Aaaah!" Rosie cried, it stung so much! "S-stop g-going for my boobs!"

"Screw you!" Momoka shot back. Attacking boobs was, well... more or less her primary method nowadays. Why would she even listen her opponent anyway (even if it was her clone)?

Continuing on her boob crusade, Momoka would swat away Rosie's arms and attempt to pinch down upon the tiny mounds, only this time she'd wrench her arms around and try to inflict a titty twister!

Momoka (of course) didn't stop, slapping her weak guard away, clamping her fingers down again. "Nooo!!" Rosie's hands immediately tried to tug away her double's, closing around hteir wrists and pulling away, but not before the other pinkette gave them a twist! "Aahh! Y-you bitch!!"

Even if they were just tiny tits, Momoka still derived some kind of vindication from it, twisting Rosie's little mounds as hard as she could. Of course, it was still quite hard to keep her grip, and her hands were swiftly pulled off.

"Just shut up!" Momoka spat, trying to yank her wrists free from her double's grasp. Assuming she got them out, she would send a hard slap down at Rosie's face this time, hoping to pacify her a bit.

"What is with you and boobs, you pervert?!" Her small chest stung real bad, but thankfully, she managed to pry those hands off after only a few seconds of the titty twisting.

But after a move like that, Rosie didn't have it in her to keep Momoka at bay. Momoka's wrists easily broke free, and almost instantly, Rosie caught yet another hard slap across her cheek, smacking her head into the mat. "Uurh!"

As her strike stunned Rosie for a moment, Momoka would try a different approach now. Getting back up, she'd attempt to shove the band geek version of herself over onto her belly, and quickly try to straddle the girl's back. Assuming she could find a secure enough seating, she'd grab Rosie by the arms and try to drape them back over her knees, while then grabbing her chin and trying to pull her clone into a camel clutch!

Rosie was a bit out of it, giving her double the time to flip her over and mount her back. She returned to her senses as Momoka was tugging on her arms, realizing that she was in a bad spot and tried to pull them free. "Rrgh... g-get off!" Rosie flailed about, trying to rock the other girl off her back before she was trapped in the hold.