Dire Straits

The longer this went on, the more that Kaede could make out then differences between Manami and Yuki. The blonde didn't seems as creatively vindictive as her master. The Wolf Girl was driven by sadism - she clearly got off on inflicting pain, literally got off on it. Yuki wasn’t even that bad unless you pissed her off - then came the hellfire. Not pleasant even in calm circumstances, but they’d between training for a while without her being too bad. There was even the sporadic compliment.

So, out of the two, Kaede vastly preferred Yuki. Though that was a bit like saying she preferred getting punched in the face to getting hit by a car.

As bad as the beating Yuki laid down was, Kaede had enough in the tank for one last push, and by some miracle it actually did the track. It was sloppy, but it wasn’t like she was supposed to do it in a pretty way. The goal was to get the blonde on her ass, and that was precisely what she did. No, Yuki wasn’t thrilled about it, but then, she didn’t seem to get thrilled by much of anything.

”Okay, I’m just...ugh.” It took a moment, what with Kaede still reeling from the stomps, but she rolled off Yuki and crawled over to the nearest bench, using it as support to push herself up. At this point, she was beyond glad that the next test would be less painful, guaranteed - at this point, she could use the sexual healing. Or any healing in general.

”Ah, geez.” She made it up enough to sit on the bench while she caught her breath. ”Has anyone done this test before?”

There was a bit of uncertainty drifting in Yuki’s mind as she laid on the ground. Was this embarrassing? Should he really count this as a win for someone who bested her so haphazardly? Maybe she was just feeling the aftershock of letting this girl get under her skin. It took some time, but she settled on her decision. A win's a win, no matter how you look at it.

She pushed herself up as Kaede made her way to the bench. Giving her neck a good crack, she walked over to the window and leaned against the adjacent wall. She crossed her arms as she let shoulder rest against the wall, feeling the cool air drift past her skin and into the steamed room. For a second, she just stood looking out into the endless gray until she heard the punkette whining her exhaustion. Slowly, Yuki turned her eyes to her as she pondered her question for a moment.

“Yeah. The Wolf Mother’s done this countless times back in her glory days. But those trials were far more rigorous from what I know. She was conducting both tests back then, so not sure how many people made it. You’re my third, though.”

She looked out the window, watching the rain land on some moving cars and pedestrians. A couple people started running for cover as the downpour got worse. Her mind drifted a bit as she recollected the men’s faces. One baby face, another stern and confident. They were far stronger, quicker, and smarter than Kaede. Filled to the brim with potential. No doubt, they would have made strong additions to their faction.

“Two men were before you. The one guy retired. Think he’s living in Seoul with a wife and kids now. The other’s dead.” Her eyes quickly moved back to Kaede. “Uh, lung cancer.”

Phew, dodged a bullet. The panic on her face left as quickly as it came before she closed her eyes and let her back fall against the wall. She folded her arms before opening her eyelids slightly, letting her pupils trace back to the tired karate girl. How she made it through this was anyone's guess. She’d earned some respite, but she wasn’t done yet.

“No worries, though. You pass. But stick to surprise attacks for now. It’s the only thing you’re good at. Same goes for your next test.”

Fumika was probably all set to go by now. Not that Yuki cared, she just realized how much cleaning up she had to do now. And man, she needed a shower. This room stinks.

Yuki took a few moments to answer Kaede’s question, and she wisely used those moments to recover as much as she could. All that stomping had reopened a lot of the pain that she’d hoped was healed up, and there was now hardly a single area of her body that didn’t have at least a minor bruise going. Ass included, and she couldn't remember how she’d gotten that one.

She was hurt, aching, sore all over, but she was still able to stand of her own power. She couldn’t fight anymore, but hopefully she could fuck, because that was what was coming up next. Needless to say, she was looking forward to it far more than anything Yuki had thrown her way.

She stood up with a hiss, right as Yuki mentioned the two guys who’d come before her, and there was a moment of mild panic as she mentioned the dead one - right before she got the cause in. A good thing, because that was definitely not the level of craziness Kaede was ready to put up with. Her life was insane enough with getting that serious.

”Ugh...thanks? Thanks.” Kaede nodded to Yuki as she limped her way out of the room and back to the hallway. She was curious what she meant about sneak attacks and how they’d factor into her next test, but she didn’t want to ask - she had the strong feeling she wouldn’t have liked Yuki’s answer, if she got one at all. Besides, the less time she spent in that room, the better.

With her jacket in hand, she made her way over to the door that Fumika had went into and gave it a quick knock, before opening it up to find...

Hm. Clean sheets? Check. Fresh pillows? Check. Dim lights? Check. Burning incense? Check. Toys hidden away? Check. Looks like everything is ready to go. Oh, wait. Almost forgot the tissues.

Fumika scurried over to the closet. She had taken an eerie pleasure in getting herself and the setting nice and pampered. Not a detail out of place, not a single issue to distract the eye. Like setting the perfect trap. Then she noticed that the rumbling stopped in the room over.

Sounded like their workout sessions was all but finished, which meant Kaede was on her way over. No doubt, she was going to be as eager to get started as herself. So, she elegantly placed the box on the end table. She took one moment to look over her ring attire. Tight, fitting, comfortable. Alright, Kaede should be here any second. Her thoughts were finally affirmed by the knock on the door that was followed just as quickly by a turn of the handle. The buxom beauty was already a few feet away from the door when it creaked open, standing in the center of the room in front of the bed, a hand placed onto her cocked hip.

“I take it you passed, Kaede. Let’s get started then.”

Reaching a hand out, she grabbed her hand and drew her into the center of the room. She let out a whistle as she ran her eyes over her half-naked form. A sarashi, huh? Guess bras are overrated for a girl whose life revolved around fighting.

“You two were at it for quite a while. I’m very impressed. You really must be pretty strong to last against all of that. Honestly.” She would smile warmly at Kaede before inspecting the rest of her body. She ran her hands down the karate girl’s shoulders and arms, feeling the tension on her body. Bruises, stiff muscles, a few cuts here and there. Perfect. Yuki’s talent for wreaking havoc had done wonders on this girl’s body. This would be a fun session. “But how are you feeling? You look pretty tense. Oh and these bruises...they don’t hurt too much do they?”

A slight gleam appeared on her eyes as she looked over the damage. It was a bit more than the usual patient check-up. Her interest in the wounds was made slightly apparent as she drew her gaze closer and closer to on reddened spot on her shoulder in particular. In that same instant, however, she caught herself. A bit too close to the skin to be a friendly jest, she subtly played it off by pressing her lips against the surface, letting her touch soothe the discomfort.

“Maybe you should rest a bit, hm? I wouldn't want you passing out on me.”

...one of the cleanest rooms she’d ever seen in her entire life. Which wasn’t saying too much, considering her room and the company she often kept, but still.

She’d been wondering how Manami could live in such a pristine place, and now it was more clear than ever. If she were a betting woman, she’d say that Fumika was the one who did most of, if not all, the tidying up around the place. Her own room was damn near immaculate. The bed was so well made, the carpet so clean, everything its proper place and a proper place for everything. It smelled a little fru-fru, but other than that? Perfect.

And there, in the middle was, Fumika herself. Big and busty and so beautiful.

Despite herself and her current situation, she managed a real smile as Fumika looked her over with approval. She’d never thought of herself as ugly, but never on the same level as the typical AFW model, either. Fumika didn’t seem to mind though, given the way her hands ran over her body. ”Yeah, I’m-” She hissed as Fumika hands ran over a part of her upper arm where Yuki’s boot had come down extra hard.

”I’m fine, really. Really.” She nodded, and looked over Fumika’s legs as the she-wolf continued her inspect. No wonder that single kick had done so much damage, she had thighs like steel. [color=#ff00ff]”I’ve had worse. Couldn’t say that a month ago, but I’ve had worse.

She sighed as Fumika brought her lips to her skin and kiss the sore spot on her shoulder, replacing the searing pain with chilling pleasure, and for a moment she started to melt away - until that last thing she said made her perk up. She chuckled and shook her head, brushing off the joke.

I’ve never passed out during sex before, don’t think that’s about to happen now.” She reached over and started to run her hands along Fumika’s hips, slowly sliding them behind as she pulled in close. ”I’m good to go.”

She let out a tiny, surprised yelp when Kaede pulled her towards her. Fumika knew she was going to be eager, but it was like she was just flat out ignoring the hell she just went through. It was admirable. Even more, it was exciting. The blue-eyed woman was sure she just couldn’t hold herself back when push came to shove.

“Oh? So it's true? You ‘fuck all the time’? Well then. Just make sure to be gentle with me.” She leaned in, whispering the last words against her lips. “I’m so delicate.” She then planted a firm kiss on her lips, breathing deeply to take in the karate fighter’s harsh scent. Her hands ran up the girl’s bare back, moving to tear away the bandages from her chest.

She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something was getting her particularly interested in this girl. Maybe it was her spunk. The way she took charge despite knowing the situation she was in. She didn’t break. Didn’t cry. Never even tried to run away. She didn’t even appear nervous or seem to harbor any doubts about what she was about to do. The only thing she was focused on was the challenge in front of her and how she was going to smash right through it. Perhaps that’s what got her through the first test. This girl was something else.

“Don’t forget. Finish before I do, and you fail. And I’d hate to see you go so soon.” She let out a sigh against her ear, pressing her cheek into her dyed strands. “You feel wonderful.”

Turning her head against her cheek, she gave a few more soft pecks along the side of her face before gradually moving down to her neck. Her pink lips dug underneath her jaw, into the crook of her neck, and just above her shoulder. Manami wasn’t wrong. Her skin was surprisingly soft for a girl who was so rough around the edges. Didn’t smell too bad either despite being Then again, Fumika was about to be in a similar situation very soon.

“Don’t be afraid, though. This is a test, not a match. You know what that means, right?”

With that, she would lean up and cup Kaede’s chin in her palm, locking intimate eyes with her lovely partner.

“I want you to blow me away.”

Kaede was being forward - maybe a little too much so, if she was completely honest. She felt it was necessary, though, considering the way this whole thing was set up. That workout had taken a ton of time, her body needed to rest soon, and it was better that she get this done in a timely fashion - the absolute last thing she wanted was for Manami to stumble in mid-coitus. She didn’t know how that would go, and she was absolutely certain she didn’t want to know.

Besides, Fumika was honestly the hottest woman she’d ever had a chance to be with. Kaede was exaggerating a bit - well, a lot - with the ‘fuck all the time’ thing. In truth, she was about six months dry, and most of her experience came from high school. Nobody built like this. Nobody who was this alluring. Nobody.

So, was she eager? Yes. Hell yes.

As they embrace, Kaede groaned into Fumika’s mouth as the full-bodied beauty pressed her their chests, setting off a few more of Yuki’s souvenirs. Her sarashi was torn away in short order, letting her own breasts spill free - not a bad pair, she was far from flat-chested, but they were only about half the size of Fumikia’s prodigious chest. When they came back together, the older woman’s tits slid over hers, overwhelmed hers, and she realized the challenge she was in for: there was so much of this woman to work with. Blow her away? That was a task. Fretting over it, though, wouldn’t mean much. She had to get started.

With Fumika’s last words, Kaede wrapped her arm around the fulsome woman’s neck and pulled them in tight for a sloppy kiss, pressing her tongue into Fumika’s mouth and whipping it about. She kept her as close as she could with the breasts in her way, and tried to push her towards the bed, moving her back with step after step, attempting to come down on top of it with the smiling woman beneath her.

This girl had talent. Fumika could already feel that as she pulled her into that messy kiss of hers. Their tongues fought for supremacy in each other’s mouths. Her bare breasts looked sublime. Not as prodigious as her own pair, but still impressive for a girl of her age and size. Her lips tasted fantastic. Rough and distinct like cheap spice. She couldn’t help but want every bit of her. And they way her tongue was pushing back was making a very convincing argument.

It was enough to keep her distracted as she edged her closer and closer backwards. Where they were going, she didn’t even care. She was enjoying their embrace and the girl’s warmth against hers.

Either way, she found out in a couple moments. Kaede tumbled on top of her before Fumika let out a chuckle beneath her. Seems her words weren’t entirely lost on her temporary lover. The punkette was more interested in taking charge, and that was good. Keeping herself focused was the best way to make it through this test. But the blue-eyed beauty didn’t forget her own role. If she didn’t thoroughly tease out her strength now, there was no way she’d last two seconds alongside them in the ring. And she had no intent of looking bad for bringing in a dud rookie.

Slipping a hand down and into her track pants, Fumika rubbed the girl’s sex through her panties. Hm, seems she was already warmed up. Fantastic. Curling one of her fingers, she started to tease her nethers, making bumps through the thin fabric. As she did so, she pushed deeper and deeper into the lock, guiding her hand down Kaede’s back and firmly grabbing the back of her head and forcing them closer together.

She felt like melting. Just wanting to stick her digits right in and force her to climax within minutes. This girl was so rough and had a taste to match. It was all so tempting. But she wanted to see her perform. It was a simple enough tease. How would she work with it? Or rather, against it?

No doubt, she would be impressed.

Of all the tests Kaede had taken in her life - many of which she’d failed - this was by far the best.

It was everything she thought it would be when Fumika first told her what she’d be doing in this room, with a little more on top. This wasn’t just some hot chick she was dealing with here, but an experienced lover. When she held Kaede close, it felt she could melt into the woman, like she would be engulfed by the pleasing folds and get taken away in the sensations. She was muscular, but not hard. Soft, but not too supple. It was like her body was designed to be writhed on, and she started to do just that, as she bucked her hips and began a slow ground.

That was before Fumika brought her fingers into things. Kaede gasped when she felt those fingers at her pussy, teasing her, lighting her nerves of fire. Without thinking, she started thrust into those fingers, helping along her own arousal, speeding herself along…

...no. Shit, no.

Kaede let out a frustrated groan as she remembered the rules of this whole thing, that she was supposed to make Fumika reach a climax first. It was a trap - a great, amazing trap that she wanted to fall into, but a trap all the same.

It was like severing her arm, but Kaede began to slide down Fumika’s body, moving her sex away from the fingers before they could do anymore damage. Instead, she brought her lips to Fumika’s breasts and began to nibble at one of them through  the fabric, while she gripped the other with her spare hand and gave it a firm squeeze, kneading it like dough between her fingers. Her technique was a little wild and sloppy, like she wasn’t sure what to do with this much woman, but she made up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm.

”God, you are…” She tried to find the right word for a second, then gave up and gave Fumika’s breast another bite. ”Where did Manami find someone like you?”

Who knew this girl could be so feisty? It was exactly what Fumika was expecting and then some. Just as it was in the ring, the karate girl’s technique was rather unorthodox and sloppy. Even so, the clear eagerness and energy of it all was enough to bring over the edge of the average individual. Fumika felt herself being lost in it until Kaede asked that question between breaths.

She pondered for a moment, biting her lip as she was worked over, trying to collect her thoughts amidst the sensuality permeating the air.

“I-I found her, actually. She frequents an orphanage not too...ah...too far from here. I was volunteering that day and-oh recognized her. We met again later, she tested me in the ring, and here I am. N-not much else to say, really.”

She let her mind wander after that brief explanation. While not as reserved as Yuki, the blue-eyed beauty was struggling to fully recall the situation under the harsh treatment her ample chest was receiving. Kaede was a wonder with her mouth. Wonder if the girl knew that or not. Every hair on Fumika’s fair skin was standing to attention. A lingering warmth was building up inside of her. Whether it was yelling her lungs out or servicing another, she really knew how to make the recipient run hot under the pressure.

With her hand no longer occupied with Kaede’s sex, they’d filled the time by running through the punkette’s hair. As rough as she was being, there was no denying that it felt incredible. Soft moans escaped past her lips and there was nothing more she could have wanted than to let her younger lover continue to treat her with a seemingly endless hunger lingering in her eyes. Her abdominals breathed and pronounced themselves against Kaede’s chest.

Giving a long sigh, Fumika would bend her head into the mattress. Raising her legs against the tension and bringing herself closer to Kaede’s midsection, she let herself be enraptured in the girl’s intense energy.