Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

And the winner for best actor goes to…

Pray was doing a good job of keeping a lid on it, but he was quite pleased with himself, here. It wasn’t as if he’d lied to Rizu about anything, really - a little exaggeration here and there, but no outright fibs. All the same, he was doing a good job of sussing her out, getting her right where he wanted. He liked Rizu, he really did. She was smart, funny, cute. But he was looking for a little more than friendship, and it seemed like his focus was paying off.

He took the glass gladly and sipped away, using it to hide his smile while she spoke. She actually asked a good question, but he was more interested in what she wasn’t saying. Not with her lips, at least.

”Sparring with a woman?” He said it like he was surprised, as if she was planting the thought in his head. Would make her think she had some sway over him, that they fit together. ”I - well, I mean, a little here and there, but always with kickboxing. Grappling is…”

Quick sigh, chew on the lip, look slightly distressed. Take another sip of the tea, then shrug.

”Different. I’ve trained for it, but I don’t have anyone who could spar with me. No women, at least. And I’m new here, I don’t know any women who could work with me, so…” Pray slumped back against the seat. ”Well, except you.” He smirked, looking as innocent as he could stomach. ”Maybe, sometime…”

This was it. If he was reading the signals right, Rizu was good to go for some fun. If he wasn’t, well, at least he had some nice tea.

“E-eh? You would let me spar with you?” Rizu asked happily, and acting quite surprised over the suggested notion. Of course she’d been the one to subtly suggest it, and she felt quite sure Pray noticed it too. But still, modesty was important. A generous offer from the movie star-turned-wrestler would sound much better than a single nurse asking a favor of her guest. Particularly considering everything that seemed to be implied in this case.

“I’d love to!” Rizu replied after a moment of faux hesitation, with a bright smile etched onto her face and a bright red hue on her cheeks. She wasn’t happy about the idea. She was ecstatic. On the outside, it probably appeared that was just because she was excited over the idea of “sparring” with Pray.

That wouldn’t be entirely wrong. But it wasn’t entirely right either…

“I...I don’t have a ring or anything, but I do have some open areas here. In the basement there’s a workout room with matted floors. Would...would that be alright with you, Pray-san?”

Prayuth wouldn’t call himself a straight atheist, but he’d never been religious, either. At best, he was a deist - he believed there might be a god, but felt that such a being didn’t give much of a care about what was going on with the world he created. His friends called that cynical, he called that realistic.

He was reconsidering that stance now, though. It was hard to imagine getting into a situation this perfect without a divine being setting things up for him. And, well, if it was divine fiat that he roll around on a mat with the hottest nurse he’d ever seen, well, who was he to argue?

”That’s perfect!” He actually didn’t think it was. He didn’t know what the average Japanese basement looked like, but if it was anything like the one’s he’d known growing up, it was dark, dank, smelly, and the last place you’d want to do anything with a woman. Seemed like an odd place for a workout room, too. Then again, maybe Rizu kept it all nice and clean. He’d hold judgment.

Pray stood up and gave her a sly wink, letting her know he knew what was going unspoken here. She probably didn’t want to say it out loud. He understood. The hints were easy enough to pick up.

”Just let me get my outfit out of the trunk and dressed, and I’ll meet you down there, okay?” She’d need to do the same, finally getting out of clothes that weren’t doing nearly enough for her.

More than eager to get this started, he slipped his shoes on and started to make his way out...

“Of course! By all means, take your time,” Rizu replied with a nod, before standing and moving over to the basement door and opening it. She turned back around to Pray, smiling that adorable, sweet smile of hers. “The stairs are right over here. I’ll go ahead and get the room ready.” And with that she disappeared down into her basement, leaving Pray to get changed.

Rizu’s basement was not like most basements, even in Japan. It was one large, spacious room with lots of exercise equipment. No fancy weight machines like you’d see at a nice gym, but there were a pair of treadmills, a rack of dumbbell weights, and a couple benches. The walls mostly consisted of mirrors, and a TV was positioned in one of the upper corners of the room. But the most important decoration, at least for tonight, was the matted floor Rizu had mentioned. The mat covered a vast majority of the floor, primarily to make it easier to move equipment around and exercise on the floor more comfortably when need be. It had never been used for a wrestling spar before, but it was going to serve that purpose quite perfectly now.

The nurse moved the benches closer to the walls so she and Pray would have plenty of room to work with. Then she moved in front of the nearest mirror and tugged at the belt holding her kimono in place to untie it. She let the kimono open up and slide down her arms a moment before pulling it off and setting it to the side. Unlike Pray, Rizu didn’t need to get changed. Underneath her kimono she’d been wearing a sky blue sports bra and black yoga pants that came down just below her knees. It was almost as if she’d been prepared for this from the beginning…

In any case, with everything ready, Rizu simply stood there and patiently waited for her guest to come join her, so the fun could really get started.

Luckily for Prayuth, he had everything he needed right in his car. He’d been scheduled for a training session today, one that he’d canceled, but all his sparring equipment was still in the trunk. Utilizing a technique he’d picked up from years of living on the go, he switched around his clothes in the backseat of his car, coming out in his gear - loose fitting black shorts with flames emblazoned around the edges and a white string down the front, wearing a white tanktop, and sandals for the walk back.

He brought along his gym bag, just in case he needed the sparring gloves. Couldn’t hurt to be prepared. Plus, he also had some items in there Rizu might like if things got really interesting.

As Pray made his way down, he felt a little like a child on Christmas morning - or, at least, what he imagined such a child would feel, since he’d never celebrated the holiday. There was anticipation, of course, and wonder, a sly curiosity that took hold of him. He could overpower Rizu, sure, but how much should he play around? Maybe she’d like it if he came on strong from the start. Then again, he’d cleared his schedule off for a good reason. Might as well make it last, right?

More than anything, he was wondering what Rizu would be wearing. He didn’t think she’d be wrestling in that kimono of hers - though he’d seen women wrestle in sillier things - and he was aching to see just how well that body was formed. She’d probably have track pants or something. A sports bra, perhaps.

He found out soon enough, when he opened the door to find Rizu below, waiting there. He stopped for a second, a little surprised she’d beat him down. In his experience, women tended to take their sweet time getting ready for anything, and he’d moved with a bit of speed to get back. Not only that, but...was that her kimono, over there? Had she worn that down? Why would she…

All thoughts paused when he noticed that she was wearing yoga pants, and how well said yoga pants showed over her legs. Fine, fulsome legs, connected to curvaceous hips, with full breasts above them. He’d been imagining what she looked like under that kimono for some time, but she exceeded expectations. Rizu had a body that would’ve made any AFW wrestler jealous.

He was very glad he’d went with the baggy pants, he’d say that much.

Pray stopped staring just before it became creepy and closed the door behind him, before descending the steps. He whistled as he looked around the room. It was a nice, modest setup she had. He’d seen better, sure, but for something in an apartment complex basement, it was top notch.

”Very nice.” He sat the bag down at the bottom of the steps and kicked off his sandals. ”Great setup you’ve got. Can see how you keep that amazing figure.”

He gave her a fun wink, then pulled his shirt off, letting her see his full chest. Hard, rippling, strong. A little vain, Pray could admit, but he didn’t work out as much as he did just to keep his looks a secret. If the yoga pants Rizu wore were any clue, she felt the same way. ”So, what are the rules?”

When Pray came down the stairs, Rizu was quite pleased at what she saw. Yes she’d already given his body a lookover during their checkup. But this look showed off his muscles much better than what he had on before. The tank top obstructed her view of his abs, but that was a brief inconvenience. Once he took that off, Rizu had to refrain from licking her lips.

His compliment elicited a soft giggle and blush from Rizu, while she held a hand lightly over her lips. “Oh stop, you’re embarrassing me~” she said, then let the moment pass before going over the rules. “I don’t think we need to get too extravagant with it. Lets say….submissions only. Any time someone taps, we let go.” The nurse then slowly strode up to Pray until she was right in front of him. Her right hand moved to gently rest against his chiseled abs, then began to glide up his torso, taking in the feel of his muscles for a moment, all while keeping her eyes locked onto his. “And we just keep going until we’re both ready to stop.”

Rizu brought her hand down and took a step back, her expression suddenly becoming a bit more sheepish. “I haven’t really done this sort of thing before. So...would you mind if we take things easy at first?”

If there had been any doubt in Pray’s mind where Rizu intended for this to go, they were quickly erased when she put her hand on him and started to stroke. She had the light touch you’d expect from a nurse, the kind where her fingers pressed light to his skin, just enough to feel and slide all the miniscule hairs. It wasn’t much, but that was the whole point - Pray knew when he was being teased, and Rizu had all the signs of a woman who’d been waiting for this. The whole match thing probably wasn’t what she’d originally planned, but it would do.

He was so wrapped up in the thought of it all that he almost didn’t register her question. He snapped out of it quick, though, and gave her a nod. ”Oh, sure, that’s good. Submissions works fine for me.”

Actually, no, they didn’t. Pray’s knowledge of submission holds were rudimentary at best, just enough to get his wrestling trainer to ease up. Nothing more complicated than a camel clutch. But a little experience was better than none at all, so he couldn’t see that as a problem against Rizu.

There was something wrong about her saying she’d never done this before, though. Couldn’t quite place it.

Pray shrugged and lowered his stance, getting into the basic grappling position. ”I’ll go easy on you if you go easy on me.” He gave her a wink. ”I’ll go as slow as you like, don’t worry. Come at me however you like.”

Pray started to inch his way towards her with arms open in a lazy stance, practically begging for her to kick things off. Best for him to start on the defensive, let her think she has some control.

“Wonderful!” Rizu said cheerfully when Pray accepted the rules she laid out. It was clear she was excited about doing this. Though, unbeknownst to the handsome actor-turned-wrestler before her, there were reasons for that beyond the obvious chance of grappling around with a hot, muscle-bound young man. And she giggled at his teasing little comment, then returned the wink.

“No promises~”

After Pray lowered himself into a grappling stance, Rizu crouched slightly and held up her hands. An thin, eager tugged at her lips, as if she was trying not to giggle again. And with her less than professional looking stance, the nurse probably looked as far from “intimidating” as one could get. But that didn’t seem to worry her as she approached.

“Alright, here I come~” she said, then reached out with her arms to lock up with Pray’s. Obviously she didn’t have the strength to overpower him, but she pushed against him nonetheless. Partly to see how much effort he would use against her in response, partly because she wanted to feel those nicely toned muscles under her hands again.

And, it would be more fun to break his ego down after she’d built it up some first.

It took every bit of Prayuth’s considerable will and discipline, years of mental training and preparedness, not to laugh at Rizu the moment she assumed her stance. It was cute, for one thing, but then, every single thing she seemed to do oozed cuteness to some degree.

But it was more...well, her stance was bad, to be blunt. He’d only learned the proper stance a short time ago, and he could see it plain. Granted, he really shouldn’t have expected more. Nursing wrestlers didn’t mean you picked up their skills via osmosis.

He managed to keep his amusement in, save for a little smirk as they close in. Her stance was just a reminder of what he was dealing with here, and the tightrope he had to walk. He doubted Rizu seriously thought she could beat him, but that didn’t mean he was going to go anywhere near all out. He’d hold back enough that she would be impressed, but not embarrassed. Let her build up some confidence. Get a few moves in.

With that in mind, he locked up with her and pushed. At first, he put some real strength into it, enough to gain ground, but only for a moment. After that, he held back more, let Rizu push, getting a better feel of what she could do at the max. Finally, he found a comfortable middle ground, enough for them to be at what appeared to be a stalemate.

”Not bad, not bad at all.” He put some effort into his voice and threw in a grunt, putting those acting classes to good use. ”You’ve got a lot more muscle going on than I first guessed.”

Pray’s skills as an actor were definitely paying off for him as he navigated the situation, pretending not to find her poor stance hilarious, and orchestrating their little lockup sequence just enough to give a taste of his strength while letting Rizu feel like she was putting up more of a fight than she really was. Her eyes went wide at his initial push, far too strong for her to stop. But the second she did instinctively push back with all her strength out of self-preservation, he relented and gave the impression it was about to turn the tables, until he pressed forward enough to stop them both where they stood.

Rizu looked so awed and convinced by it all, enough so that she could’ve locked down the Oscar for Best Actress if anyone saw this.

She laughed a bit as they came to a stop, clearly having fun with all of this. “Well, this room isn’t just for decoration, you know,” she replied. The nurse’s tone was teasing, but she wasn’t kidding. Rizu spent a good amount of time in this workout room, and while she was no bodybuilder by any stretch, her muscles were definitely solid and toned enough to show the time spent in here hadn’t been wasted.

Suddenly she dropped to a knee and slipped right under Pray’s arm, quickly rising up right behind him with her arms wrapped around him in a waistlock. The transition to take his back was done so quickly and smoothly it was as if a skilled in-ring technician had possessed the nurse for a moment. But then her hands began to gently roam over his toned abs, while her front rested and pressed up against Pray’s back.

“How was that?” she asked, sounding genuinely curious, as if she wasn’t sure if she had done well with the transition or not. Rizu meant to hide any hint that she really knew what she was doing under the mask of innocence a little while longer to keep his guard down.