Starboy vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Wicked Ways

Was Sin faking her little show for effect? Yes...and no.

Oh, it was true that she didn’t have to buck and scream like this, loud enough for the people in the cheap seats to hear her. Despite what people might be prone to think, she actually liked a quiet fuck more often than not, keeping things intense and moody whenever she could.

But while she might’ve been exaggerating the outcome, it wasn’t a total fiction. She was getting off on it, loving the feel of Star Boy’s perfect face against her mound, craving each and every thrust. His muffled protests were a good addition, too. It was a sweet drug, like candy - the more she thrusted, the more she wanted, and she would’ve been content just having her way with him for the rest of the match.

The fire in his eyes, that look, that reddening skin...it was all a good start. But as Sin bit her lip and craned her neck back in pure ecstasy, she couldn’t help but wonder what could make it better. Maybe if she pulled off her top, maybe if she rolled around and got on top, maybe-

[color=Indigo]”Guh!”nched her. The little shit punched her, right in the gut.

Sin was surprised at first, staring down his way with a disbelieving glare, but that vanished after she took another hit, and another on top of it. He was fighting hard, thumping away at her, desperate to get free. Or was that rage? Oh, she was hoping for rage.

Either way, it was a good enough reason for her to let go, though that wasn’t all she’d do. Sin unwrapped her legs and shove her foot out hard, giving him a hard push in the face with the bottom of her heels. She threw her legs back in the same motion, to roll off her shoulders, tumbling backwards and landing in a low crouch. That was where she stayed, too, hunched over, crawling about on the mat like a panther on the prowl. [color=Indigo]”So, curious - are you mad because you hated that…” She had a nice, long lick of her lips. ”Or did you like it too much?”

Starboy did know that AFW was as a wrestling league, well, in a league of its own. He did know that the frequency of all kinds of unorthodox events and shenanigans happening was high, to say the least. But he had thought that those types of incidents could be reasonably easy to avoid. He had honestly believed that if he just stuck to his gimmick, and only took on certain types of matches, there was a real possibility that he could have stayed in, or at least close, to his comfort zone.

Right now, Sin was proving him that he was oh-so-wrong. With emphasis on the "oh". Complemented by "ah".

There were few instances where Starboy could have imagined having his face turning on a girl to this extent to be a negative event. But against all odds, this was exactly that type of situation. It was obvious for the aspiring hero that the purpose of her actions was purely to humiliate him, which was only a logical continuation of how she had been behaving from the moment he had first set his eyes on her.

Logically, the hero demonstrated a novel reaction to a novel situation. He had not faced an opponent so keen on humiliating him ever before, and for him, that justified the punches getting delivered in an equal magnitude to the rage that the humiliation was firing up inside him.

Most importantly, they worked. The hero got himself free of the leggy prison, and despite of Sin's shove sending him to flip over, he was in a much better position now.

Maybe. Being prone on the mat did enable him to catch some breath, and hide the slight pressure that had built up inside his outfit. He just needed a brief moment for it to fall.

Unfortunately, having a girl with an admittedly hot body, wearing a hot outfit almost as if portraying some villainess straight out of a cosplay convention beginning to prowl around the hero's body was not helping with achieveing that goal at all. And it wasn't as if he would not have ever played huntress and the prey while bed wrestling with Lena back in Norway...

As the pressure inside his outfit did not show signs of falling, the hero needed to buy himself some time. He needed to maintain his prone position on the mat. Maybe some uncharacteristic chit-chat could be helping him this time...

"Well, what do you think? I'm surprised if it appeared to you that I liked it... Do people often punch you when they like what you're doing?" The hero was exceptionally keen to reply Sin's question. And he even had some of his own. "But please, tell me, who are you exactly? What is your goal? What are you trying to achieve? And what's up with the outfit?"

Sin licked her lips and stood, nice and slow, taking the time to run her fingers over her stomach. There was a little bruise forming there where his fists had went to town, a stain on her hardened abs, and she took the time to run her fingers over it and savor the pain. The sting. The ache. The jolt as she breathed in and out. He’d gotten her good with that, but if the idea had been to deter her, it was mission failed. Sin was all about the pain, whether she was taking or receiving.

So, if anything, it was kind of disappointing when Starboy didn’t seize the day and come after her, instead choosing to stay on the floor and glare her way. And talk. Interesting position.

Weird choice, too. He seemed to riled up there, she was sure she’d struck a nerve, but now his response was just to lay there like a lump.

She didn’t pay attention to him right away, didn’t answer his taunting question at first. Instead, she straightened up and ran her eyes over his form, trying to figure what his game was, here. He’d had an opening there, why not go for it? Weird. Almost like he was stalling for something, or…

Oh. Oh.

He cruel smile took on a twist, and she was about as sure as sure got that she’d lock on to the game, here. Those male urges, so tricky. Must’ve sucked to be a guy, especially in that outfit. No way to hide your feelings to certain things. You could lie all you want, but your body? It would always tell the truth.

”Sometimes they do. Some guys - girls, too - they’re into that stuff. A little belly-punching. Me, I dabble into all sorts of stuff.” She began to stalk around him, hands on hips, with far more swish in her form than was absolutely needed. Giving him a little show, but staying close enough to keep him on his guard. She could pounce at any moment and wreck his shit.

”Name’s Sin. I’m just looking to have a little fun, that’s all. And my outfit…” She stopped in front of him and began to walk forward with slow, sultry steps, running her tongue along her lips as she approached. When she was close, she swung about and gave him a great view of her ass as she brought it around, winking at him from over her shoulder. ”Why? You don’t like what you see?”

Starboy was proud. More often than not, he was one to rarely engage in trash talk. He preferred actions over words.

But now, the situation was totally opposite one. He needed some words to cover certain actions. And now that the situation had presented itself, he did indeed manage to put on hold whatever plans the Korean girl might have been plotting. And he did it purely by his words, words that bought him some much-needed time to...well, recover.

Unfortunately, expediting that certain recovery was clearly not on Sin's agenda. If anything, her goal was to drug him even further.

Starboy watched as she was taking steps around him, her hips were swaying, her movement was adeptly enticing...

And he began feeling stupid. Sure, getting the girl to talk had been a good emergency solution to his problem, but the longer she kept on going, and more importantly, the longer he remained prone on the ground, the increasingly stupid just laying there made Starboy appear. And that realization was giving him ample pressure to do something else, despite his other issues with pressure.

Besides, it wasn't as if the hero would have been having a full-scale erection. Only about halfway so... Well, at least that's what Star was hoping for.

The hero's eyes were nailed at Sin's ass by the time she glanced over her shoulder and presented the question of her own. And honestly, Star hadn't really paid any attention at all to what she had been replying to his own questions... He had passively heard her words, but none of the information had really stuck.

But that was OK. He wasn't really interested in her answers anyway, and only had the urgent need of forming up a plan.

Which he had. And he could execute it right away.

"Well, maybe if you let me take a closer look..." the hero began, trying to trick Sin into staying put despite the fact that he started slowly getting up. But then, as soon as he would get his both feet properly planted, Star would try to quickly grab the girl into a full Nelson hold, and press the frontside of his body against Sin's back. That could both get the girl into a tricky situation, and keep the pressure on his outfit out of the audience's spotlight.

Questions, so many delicious questions, were circling through Sin’s head as stalked her prey, trying to get a read on who he was and what his deal was. In truth, she’d been given a little card before the match, something that had all of Starboy’s vital information on it. Statistics, where he hailed from, his record and special moves, stuff like that.

Handy stuff. Or, at least, it might’ve been if Sin hadn’t chosen to crumple it up and throw it in the face of the fuckwit who gave it to her. She’d honestly never been much into pre-match prep, preferring to learn all she needed to know during the match itself.

Studying, analyzing, scouting. Too much like homework. Dumbasses who sat on their couches and watched fights called this a ‘science’, but it wasn’t. It was raw, it was bloody, it was primal, and it didn’t come with a study guide.

When she spun around and showed Starboy her backside, the glint in her eye told the whole story: she was hungry for him, longing to be his personal demon. And he was making it so easy.

When he rose up and took hold of her, Sin was surprised. Not by the action itself, she’d seen that coming. Even a boy scout like this wasn’t about to let an opportune moment like this slip away. No, what really took her off was the move choice - all the hundreds, maybe even thousands of things he could’ve done to her with her back turned, and he went for a full nelson? Sure, the move had been used by a submission before, but only with guys who had more weight to throw around than he did. He wasn’t weak, but he made up for it with tightness and skill, keeping her nice and secure. It was a good play.

But there was one tiny problem...well, not too tiny. She’d seen smaller.

”Well, now.” She relaxed her body and began to push back, thrusting her hips into him, grinding her backside against his groin. A little grinding, a little sliding, the right kind of friction. She walked back with slow but powerful steps, attempting to back him all the way into the corner and keep him there in her own unique way.

So, the joys of studying, and analyzing. Had Starboy known what was going through Sin's head, he would have begged to differ. If he could have turned back time now, he would have made sure to find out who the hell this Korean girl was, and what was she up to. And in real life, not according to her vague claims. He would have studied her matches, analyzed her every move. He would have wanted to be the mighty hero, who knew all his foe's cheap tricks.

Now, he knew none. But Sin was keen to demonstrate them.

That had its own undesired effects, such as resorting to a full Nelson. Not that there was anything really wrong with it, but even Star could have thought of other options to choose from. He had practiced the hold some time back in Norway, but had rarely used it in a match, frankly if ever before. The issue was, that he still had his little problem though, and the full Nelson just happened to be the first thing coming to his mind as something that would not draw attention to his frontside...

Little did the hero realize, that having it against Sin's back would only cause the Korean girl to draw everyone's attention to his frontside.

Star could keep Sin's upper body soundly in place, but that came at a cost of her hips now aggravating his predicament. The Korean girl's butt was rubbing on Star's outfit just the right way, and soon enough the boy could feel the pressure inside it yet again increasing. He tried to take a step back to relieve the pressure, but that only caused Sin to mimick his actions too.

Little by little, the hero was getting inevitably cornered. He couldn't counter Sin's steps, and the only thing he could do was to try keeping the full nelson in place, all the way until he was firmly stuck in the corner.

In reality, he was in panic. By now having the Korean girl's body rubbing against him had caused his erection to reach its full glory, and if he didn't have her body covering the view, well, that would be an all new, potentially embarrassing situation for him.

”Oh, Starboy.” Sin cooed under her breath, her voice a throaty drawl. ”You are in trouble.”

That was the way Sin was seeing his current situation, and the funniest thing was that she hadn't even done that much to put him in this place. He was the one who’d locked in this hold. He was the one who’d made it so easy to work him up like this. He was the one who wanted to hide his erection from the rest of the world, as if he didn’t want his audience to know he had a dick. If he was going to hand this to her on a silver platter, who was she to refuse?

”It’s silly, you know?” She was calm and casual now, like this were just two friends chatting in the park.

She took a step back.

”There’s nothing to be ashamed of here, really. You’re a man. Obviously. You have a penis. When it’s stimulated, this happens. Wouldn’t even matter if you were gay - it’s a perfectly normal reaction. You can’t control it anymore than you can stop breathing.”

She took another step back.

”But you’re not seeing it that way, right? You’re a good boy. Good boy’s don’t get all hard when some creepy, crazy girl rubs on them. I know the type. So wrapped up in this whole little image you’ve got for the whole world, and you can’t even get a stain on it.”

Another step. One more, right after.

”So here’s a problem for you. In a couple more steps, we’re going to be touching the ropes, and the referee’s going to force a break. And unless you’re hiding a gun in that skimpy number, well...you know how it goes.” Sin dipped her hips and gave his lap a nice, long stroke with her backside, making sure to press hard, let him feel every curve of her ass, putting her flexibility to good use. ”So what’s the play, hotshot?”

One. More. Step. So close now, so close…

In trouble? Yeah, stating the obvious did definitely not ease Starboy's panic. That's where he was indeed, or at least was soon going to be, unless he was imminently going to pull out a miracle.

But as Sin kept talking, his panic only worsened. At first... By now it was obvious, that she knew exactly what was bugging him. She knew exactly what he was afraid of. She must have known exactly what he was praying for her to do, or more accurately, praying for her not to do.

And based on how the Korean girl had acted so far in the match, Star had the distinct feeling that she was going to act in exactly the way he was praying for her not to.

But what was even worse? She was getting into his head. Step by step, word by word, his hopes and dreams of resistance, dreams of a lucky escape out of this tricky situation were replaced by a sense of numbness, sense of agreeableness, sense of succumbing to the facts.

Yes, facts. Sin was saying nothing that would not have held truth. And deep down inside, Starboy had to understand it.

This was the AFW arena. This was the Tension ring. This was the same exact promotion, same exact ring where the likes of Ryo Kamiya were fighting in. And yes, in this ring his shenanigans were actually called fighting... And here Starboy was, afraid that his erection was going to be breaking news?

Besides, wasn't this whole league every boy's dream?

He had to come to his senses. They could keep up their slow progress towards the corner. But now, the hero had decided something. He was not going to be afraid of her strokes. He was not going to be afraid of the enticing feeling of his opponent's ass. No, he was going to savor them.

And he did. Silently, while agreeing with everything Sin was saying, Star let her press himself all the way to the corner. Silently, he let her to do exactly what she wanted, all the way until the ref would come to call for a rope break. And he was going to promptly comply with those orders. And Sin? Well, he was sure she was going to be all too happy to begin her march away from him, and his bulging attire.

And then, he was going to take a few quick steps forward, and try to down the Korean girl with a classic bulldog.

Sin was, at best, an agnostic. Her family hadn’t been too big on religion, laxed Buddhists, and she’d never been all that keen on going any deeper than that. Religion meant rules. Religion meant restriction. Religion meant dedicating some segment of her life to doing something that she wouldn’t have been inclined to do, otherwise. Not her. Never her.

But after a day like this, she might have to review those opinions. Maybe there was some divine being pulling the strings. Maybe there was a god. Or, at least, a Satan.

It was hard to imagine Sin finding her way into such a perfect situation by random chance. The perfect guy to fuck with - in the figurative sense, but maybe the literal sense later on. As she spoke, she didn’t have to look Starboy’s way to know that her words were having an effect on him. The sweet silence spoke volumes, along with the quickening breath against the back of her neck. He might’ve been the one with a hold on her, yes, but she had the control, here.

Just like she’d said, Starboy wound up pressed into the corner, the referee gave the signal for a break, and he eased up on the Full Nelson right away, like a good little boyscout. ”Something to remember me by.”

Sin gave his lap one final, long stroke with her ass, pressing hard and dragging all the way up, before she stepped forward with her arms spread wide and a knowing smile. Sure enough, the crowd had a few small reactions now that she’d let his secret out. Some pointing, snickering. No big deal, but she knew he wouldn’t see that way. ”Smile for the-”

The next thing she knew, her face was on the floor, and she wasn’t even sure how it got there in the first place. The last thing she remember was being grabbed by the head, then the mat rushing up to meet her, but that couldn’t be right. That would mean that Starboy not only got over his little man being on display, but that he attacked her. From behind. Didn’t get much more unheroic.

Whatever the cause, the effect couldn't be argued. She was on the floor, writhing, struggling to push her way back up and get back into a fight that had somehow gotten away from her in record time.

Now, was this heaven or hell? Starboy couldn't tell.

Was there any place on earth he would have rather been right now? Probably not. He was right where he wanted to be. Inside a wrestling ring, living the life of a superhero battling against villanious girls of all kinds. This is where he belonged.

And stars belonged in heaven, right?

The girl, though. In some ways, sure, she was a heavenly figure too. The way she acted, the way she moved, especially the way her hips and behind stroked his body in the most pleasant way possible... Star would not have blamed those who would have called her an angel.

But an angel named Sin? Yeah. It just wasn't right.

Besides, she was lighting a fire. A hell of a fire that was raging inside the hero's attire. The fire that could have made his life a living hell.

But only if he let it do so. The fire could be contained. He had a choice. An option that most men in this ring had chosen. They could not stop the girls from lighting up the fireplace, but they could stop them from burning down the whole house. Instead of letting them get inside their head, letting a single flame to make their life hell, they could just cherish the warmth of the fireplace.

Reasonable, right? Just as reasonable as taking the girl down. Showing that the angel had no wings. Now, Star didn't know if she was just a little imp, or if she was the devil herself, but it was clear that her place was not high up in heaven.

And oh boy, she had not seen that one coming. Sin went down in a flash, and it was obvious that her resurrection was at least few moments away. That was good news. Clearly, there was still time for the hero to bring salvation.

And what could have been a better way to do that, than turning the girl around, and setting her up into a Crucifix armbar?