Starboy vs. Moon Sin-Jae - Wicked Ways

So. To recap.

Sin had this match more or less in the bag. Starboy was the perfect chew toy for her, and she was reasonably sure she couldn’t have picked a better mark if she’d been given a detailed lineup.

Not a good striker? Check?

Sexually inexperienced? Check?

Scantily clad? Check?

He might as well have come in gift wrap, a lovely present for her to enjoy, and she’d had him exactly where she wanted him. Up against the corner, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, dancing on her strings like a good puppet.

So why was her face flat on the floor? Well, the simple answer to that was because the floor was where Starboy had planted it, but that didn’t explain where he’d found the balls. She’d only known him for a couple of minutes, but he seemed far too chivalrous for a sneak attack.

Sin wasn’t sure whether that turned her on more or less. She’d be punishing it either way, though.

That time might be a while in coming, though, because Starboy had the good sense to not let up on his attack. Instead, he flipped her over, seized her arm, and pulled it into one of the tighest armbars she’d ever experienced. Not that there was much competition for that title, she rarely let herself get into such a position. But still.

It was more than enough to make her cry out, though the noise she made wasn’t of pure pain. There was some ecstasy mixed in with the agony, too, a sheer thrill going through her spine as he cranked away. Starboy was starting to get a little meaner, work a little harder, and it wasn’t an unwelcome change.

She bit her lip, arched her back, threw her head back, undulated and writhed. ”That as…” Sin had a hiss that turned into a sigh, snaking through her throat. ”That as hard as you can go, Starboy?”

Was chivalry dead? Of course not! Why would it have been? Starboy was perfectly capable and willing to be chivalrous whenever he found it suitable and appropriate. Or beneficial even... So, was this that kind of situation?

One would have had to make the hero slay the innocent and distressed instead, before showing chivalry to this girl. Besides, who does even consider it to be a good idea to turn your back to the enemy inside a wrestling ring?

Especially after the kind of behavior Sin had seemed to be inclined to be presenting. There was no reason Starboy should have shown chivalry, or given mercy to bad girls like her. If anything, his mission was to teach them a lesson. Especially, if they insisted on making the hero battle with as bulged attire as Sin had...

Obviously, Star would have never admitted the last part. But subconciously, it clearly had an influence.

That was also probably the reason why the hero did not exactly know what Sin was meaning with hard this time. The choice of answers were clear though. If the girl had meant his crucifix armbar, the obvious answer was "Unfortunately yes." If she had meant the flex of his skimpy attire, the answer was "Luckily not."

With the current lack of certainty, an answer was not warranted. Besides, his hold was obviously having an effect. The girl was arching and writhing, clearly in severe discomfort. Now, maybe not enough to break her will to fight, but Star took what he could get.

"As hard as I want to, yes. So far, that is..." the hero decided to leverage his position, not wanting to be constantly be left to second place with Sin's little word games. "As a mighty hero, I can obviously do much more than this too. I just happen to have high enough morale to give you a chance to surrender!"

The real motivation to say those words? Starboy was actually very much afraid of losing control over Sin the moment he would try to switch their position, or to apply another hold. And it was the last thing he wanted right now to happen.

Oh, this was good. So good. It was so rare for opponents to really catch Sin, she’d almost forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end, to have the punishment forced back on her. She was so used to dodge and weaving and working her way around slow foes, they so rarely got the chance to really grapple with her. To really make her feel something.

That was the great thing about Starboy - the guy really knew how to crank it, to make it hurt. He wouldn’t admit, but she was sensing some malice in the move. Like he was doing this out of spite, out to punish her. Not at all unwelcome, sure, but it was curious when paired against the hero image he seemed so obsessedm with holding. Such a weird little man…

Sin bit her lip and moaned as Starboy cranked the hold, relishing in the moment, milking it out, enjoying the brief stint in masochism. But it had to end, didn’t it? As fun as this was, she had a match to win and a record to bolster and bigger fish to work her way up to. She wasn’t giving up, not here and not like this. Thankfully, she had a few ideas…

”Surrender?” She had a good, hard laugh at that idea, turning her head just enough for them to meet eyes. She wanted to see his reactions as much as possible. ”Why would I do a silly thing like that?”

Keeping her gaze focused, she dipped her head, just enough to press her lips to his chest and go to work. A lick. A suck. A kiss. Tasting, teasing, taunting, testing him. ”Having way too much fun.”

Right now, things were really good for Starboy too. Finally, after all the devilish tricks, kicks and behavior of a bad bitch, the hero had gained control. Sin was helplessly stuck in his hold, and seemed to possess no idea of how to get out. If only the stars would have aligned for their namesake hero, he could have just maintained his position, and the naughty girl would have fallen right into his hands.

As if. Starboy knew that was never going to happen.

What was going to happen was still a mystery though. As he had easily predicted, Sin did not take the suggestion of surrender seriously at all. Despite the fact that she had to be obviously in pain, it did not seem to affect her spirit much. In fact, one could have almost argued that it appeared to be exactly the opposite. It was as if she cherished it.

Her following actions did not exactly help to dilute that picture. The way her eyes nailed to his own did not either.

And especially those eyes.

"W-wha-?" the hero stuttered in confusion as the Korean girl shifted her actions to a whole another, gentler level. For a moment the boy was just too confused to do anything else but to let her have her way with him... And that had the effect of rapid re-building of pressure inside his outfit.

Damn that girl.

Was this a Hentai match? Had he signed up for a Hentai match? Most definitely not!

Releasing his hold, the hero attempted to jump back up as fast as possible. And now he was pissed. "Seriously, do you think you have come here for a Hentai match? Cause this is not one!" Looking down at the girl, this was a rare display of Star losing his cool. Which he probably instantly regretted, but what was done was done.

But he had meant what he said. And to boost his words, provided that the girl had remained still grounded close to his feet, the hero would jump up, and try to hit the girl's body with a leg drop.

Strictly speaking, this tactic wasn’t the least bit necessary. Starboy was a good submissionalist, Sin could tell that much. A gifted technician, sure...but she could’ve gotten out of this hold through normal means, if she’d been so inclined. Could’ve wiggled her way out of it. Maybe turned into a bridge and pinned him underneath, forcing him to let go of the hold if he wanted to beat the count. She probably could’ve worked her way to the ropes and gotten a break. That’d be hard, but not too hard. Manageable.

Were there better ways to get out of this situation? Yes. More enjoyable ways? No.

It was all too priceless. The look in his eyes, that shock as she went to work on him. Had he never been touched by a girl before? She was starting to wonder. Given the way he freaked out, she’d have thought he was a grade schooler worried about cooties.

She had a good, hard laugh at it, too, as he let her go and popped back up to his feet, but her body wasn’t sharing in the revelry. As much as she’d relished the pain, that armbar had taken a toll, and she wasn’t able to just hop back into action like she would’ve liked. Thankfully, she didn’t need to - Starboy gave her just the opening she was looking for. He leaped up and extended his legs, going for an obvious leg drop, and she made the revolutionary counter of moving out of the way.

Specifically, Sin just rolled to the side, so he had nothing but canvas to land on, and she wound up perpendicular to his upperbody. In that position, she swiftly swung her legs around tried to capture his head between her legs, looking to put on the squeeze with a tight side headscissor.

And then? Then they could start having some real fun.

If Starboy could have foreseen his reaction to Sin's little mouthwork just a moment ago, he would have been sorely embarrassed.

To recap, the boy had just decided to man up, and not let his bulged attire be a matter of concern. He had just found determination to be ready to face even some dirtier tactics that were common in the AFW ring.

Well, he had thought he had. His way of throwing a fit after a few licks and kisses was telling otherwise.

Why? Likely because deep inside, he knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a Hentai match. Granted, he hadn't excluded the chance of participating in one when he had signed up for AFW, but he had honestly thought that being forced into one was unlikely. Besides, with thorough preparation, why couldn't he pull one off?

Star had actually had quite a few Hentai matches before. It was just that all of them had been with his ex-girlfriend Lena back in Norway. In their bedroom. And he had lost them all. But he had liked it. Lena had liked it.

So, what was different now? This match was not in private. This match was not with a girl he had loved.

This match was in front of a huge crowd. This match was against a seriously annoying female. In this match, he wanted to stand a chance.

In this match, Star wanted to pay Sin's softcore moves back with a leg drop.

But that didn't happen. Instead of hitting the desired target, the hero's body only punished the mat. Or more truthfully, vice versa. Star was left stunned for a moment, and that was more than enough for Sin to shoot out her legs. The legs that Star had already become more than familiar with before.

And also this time, they were just as strong. Incredibly strong. The hero was promptly incapacitated by the Korean girl's killer pair of thighs, and making the situation even more dismal for him was that unfortunately, Star's record of escaping scissorholds was hapless.

Sin was a kicker at heart. That was the whole point of Tae Kwon Do, obviously. Not exactly a fighting style that relied on holds and grappling. It was all about using the legs to batter opponents around, and she was all for that - there was nothing quite like the sensation of her barefoot colliding with someone’s nose, the crushing bone, the blood gushing...she could get a shiver just thinking about it.

But all those years of kicking and training and running her ass off had blessed Sin with some strong legs, legs that could do a lot more than just strike. As she’d learned, they were good for crushing, too, and that came with a special sort of pressure. It wasn’t something she did too often, but it was like a desert. A treat that she got to enjoy every now and again, made all the better thanks to its rarity.

And damn, she couldn’t think of anyone she’d savor that treat more with than Starboy. It was all just too perfect. She shot her legs out, wrapped them around that skull of his, and she had flopping right away.

There was a trick with scissorholds, in her experience. It came down to pacing. Didn’t want to go all out right away, needed to build up to it. Sin gave him about 50% power to start with, then dialed it back to maybe 40%, only to crank it up to 60%, and she kept working from there. Making it so he couldn’t get used to any sensation, couldn’t get into a rhythm and stay comfortable.

Oh, and of course, there had to be some taunting. She had things to share with him.

”Answering your question…” Sin gave her thighs a few hard, repeated pulses, slamming against his skull. ”...this is the AFW, every match is a hentai match.”

Sin started to work her way up off her side, keeping her legs wrapped around Starboy’s head, but maneuvering herself so she could sit Indian-style, with his face poking out from between her thighs. She wanted him to see her in full, watch as she ran her hands over her stomach and chest, see her tongue running over her lips in anticipation.

”Don’t get why you’re mad, anyway. Not cheating. Haven’t cheated. Don’t need to.” Sin sighed and reached up, working on freeing her hair from its confines. Time to get a little casual, she figured. ”Sex is a weapon. Not my fault you suck with it.”

This feeling of strong thighs squeezing around his head, or around many other parts of his body for that matter, yeah, it was familiar. Far too familiar. Granted, under the right circumstances, and with the right person, it could have been tolerable. Maybe sometimes even enjoyable. It wasn't always regrettable to be the hero in peril.

But this? This was not one of those circumstances. Sin was definitely not the right person. If anything, she might have just been the person with whom Starboy wished the least for feeling like a helpless prisoner.

But that's what he was. He could feel the girl's playful pacing, and he knew there was no escape.

No way of replying to Sin's little sharing either. Granted, on some level the girl was right. On some level, it seemed like almost every match in AFW contained some degree of Hentai. Almost. On the other hand, Star had seen matches were there hadn't really been any. Those that saw the contestants fighting cleanly and fairly, or at least focusing on the essential, wrestling. Without any lewdness...

Then again, this match probably just demonstrated to the hero that beggars can't be choosers. Control your opponent, or become controlled in any way they wished for.

Right now Sin was apparently wishing for another position. One that she reached effortlessly. One that put her body, and especially breasts on display. One that the hero was still just as unable to pry his way out of.

And one that was inevitably causing yet again unwanted pressure buildup inside Star's attire.

Cheating? Well no, Star couldn't exactly claim that the Korean girl was cheating. He was only claiming that her actions were...um...unsportsmanshiplike? Yeah, no point of saying that out loud...

Besides, the way the girl freed up her hair actually had Star tantalized for a moment...

But only for a moment. So, she claimed that Star had no idea how to use sex as a weapon? Not even the least bit?

Oh, he definitely had an idea how he could use it as a weapon right now. He just didn't want to. But should he have?

Star also didn't like to use his fists as a weapon. To him, it just wasn't really cool. But should he have?

He had to get out of this position. That was for sure. And punching the girl to the guts had already worked before. He had already lost his principle of avoiding punching already in this match. The principle of avoiding Hentai he could still cherish.

Besides, the girl was just stupid if she wasn't expecting punches this time. So, the hero began trying to fight his way out of his prison by delivering as hard punches to the girl's guts as he could.

As anyone who’d watched Sin for more than two seconds could figure out, she was a woman who took pride in her legs. For all her chaotic ways and whims and carnal desires, she was all business when it came to the gym, dedicating over a dozen hours each week to keeping her lower body at its peak. The running, the squats, the training, the heavy bags, the treadmills - none of it went ignored.

But that wasn’t to say she ignored the rest of her body, and Starboy could definitely see that as she stretched out above him. A quick glance over her shoulder told her what she didn’t really need to see. He was into it. Oh, she was sure he’d say different if he said anything at all, but he was loving this, and she was willing to bet it wasn’t his first time, either.

God, so much meat on this bone, and she’d only just begun to nibble.

She gave him a few teasing humps with her crotch, enjoying the sensation of his features against her most intimate place. It was something she could and would be getting more of, but she was content to keep things at a more playful pace, for now. She wasn’t going for a pin, didn’t need to stress over keeping Starboy down. She had all day to savor this moment.

That earnest belief was proven wrong three second after she made it, when the punches came.

Starboy was no boxer, she could tell that much. She’d taken harder shots, willingly, and it probably wasn’t helping that he was in a poor position to throw blows. But the little fucker was persistent, she’d given him that much, and each strike to her hardenedaba took a mounting toll. This warranted a response.

”So you-” He punched, she grunted. ”-want it rough?” Another punch, another grunt. ”Fine!”

Sin uncoiled her legs from around his throat and lifted them up, whipping them both high into the air. She threw herself into a backroll and flipped up in a single, graceful motion, coming down in a crouch just below his feet.

But she didn’t stay there for long. She’d scarcely touched the mat for a couple of seconds before she pushed up and launched herself into the air and forward, drawing her legs to her chest as she flew. When she was at the right position, she shot them down towards his chest, looking to smash him into the canvas with a double stomp.

No, Starboy was no boxer indeed. But was it really necessary to be one in order to figure out how to punch someone?

Obviously not.

The feeling was still different though. Different from how he always imagined it to be. The soft smacks, the fist digging its way into the opponent's body - none of that was really present. Sure, he had no actual gloves on. That was an obvious fault with the image in his head... But it wasn't the only thing. Sin's body too wasn't just quite how he had always imagined it to be...

Take your average punching bag. The impact of your fist hitting it was going to produce an audible smack, and leave a hint of an impression on its surface. Your average belly then? According to Starboy, much like the same. A slightly soft, a little bouncy surface to drive your fists into. And lots of smacks.

Another thing that was wrong with Sin. The reality of punching her just didn't live up to the hero's expectations. There were no loud smacks, no bouncy surface. Instead there were just hard, clearly trained abs and even some pain to his fist. Disappointment.

All was not lost though. The punches still had an effect. They eventually delivered what they were supposed to, the precious freedom to Star's head, and did earn quite a few grunts out of the girl instead of the expected smacks.

The way in which Sin granted the hero his freedom was rather ominous though. Even if she hadn't voiced out her pledge to reciprocate, the acrobatism involved in it was straight out of the gymnastics class.

But was that a reason to worry though? Star was finally out of the leggy prison, and had a moment to breathe...

...a moment that lasted about 1.7 seconds. The Korean girl decided to engage in aerobatics, and that earned the hero two feet stomping on his chest.

Two feet with extremely strong, trained, toned and deadly legs delivering power on the stomp behind them.

Roaring in pain, Star could have never thought a stomp could hurt this much. There was no way he was going to get up now, and instead just flopped over to a prone position on the mat, hoping to keep his chest safe for now from further damage.