Hayasui vs Kura: A Student meets a Master (Hardstyle Hentai)

Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai
Win Condition: Forced Orgasm followed by either Pin or Submission

Well, here she was. Last time it had been someone else setting up the Hentai match and she hadn't had as much notice, but here she was walking right into another one. Granted, it wasn't going to be purely a Hentai match, but still. As much as Hayasui told herself this would be worth it, she still couldn't help feeling a little nervous and more than a little embarrassed about the match. Still, she did want to learn from Kura, and this was the price.

I suppose I should be thankful the elders have opted to leave me to my devices. God knows how they were convinced.

Still, there were more immediate things to worry about than that. Like the match. Even if she didn't win, she needed to put on a good showing. Good enough to pass the test before her. Better if she could manage it. Slapping her cheeks to try to bring her focus back, Hayasui waited near the door until she was called, quickly making her way up to the stage once she was. This time, she managed to get a good look around before actually stepping into the ring, unable to help marveling at the sight. Sure, she'd seen it often enough already, but usually from within the ring, with most of her focus already trained on the match ahead. Seeing it from outside was...something else.

Hayasui:

She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about using the old attire, but it was probably well suited for the match she'd signed up for, so it couldn't hurt. Taking a calming breath, the Japanese girl climbed into the ring and went through some quick pre-match stretches, just to be safe and to give her something to think about.

She remained cloaked in shadow within the backstage, watching quietly as her potential pupil made their entrance into the arena. Her adorable little evening snack was just as timid beyond the curtain as she had been within their meeting. She had her doubts this young woman could truly measure up to her lofty expectations. She had promise though, an undeniable fire that spoke of determination when faced with hardship. It had taken guts to approach Kura the way she had, more so to actually agree to her challenge. That was enough to actually test her, to see the depths of what she had within her.

She lacked confidence. She could see it in every step the other woman took. Why was she so frightened? Was it the judgement of those who looked upon her? A fear of failure? She wasn't sure. Kura intended to pry those secrets from her tonight. Her lover's found it difficult to lie to her while she made them beg and moan for more. Hayasui would be no different. In the end she would be an open book, one whose pages she would gladly thumb through over and over again.

Kura Shimizu:

Theme:

The stage lights had dimmed at the gentle thumping of her themes opening lull. What started as a thin layer of smoke soon became an enveloping mist which clung to the entryway and spilled down the ramp as if it were water caught in slow motion. As the strings finally joins the faint thrum of the music, a figure emerged from the curtains. Her face was obscured behind a onyx black kitsune mask with bright red and gold features painted over its surface.

Garbed in what looked to be a rather ornate kimono. It was a deep dark crimson, to most it appeared as though it was as dark as night itself. Only when the light hit it just right was its scarlet hue even noticeable. Vibrant tree branch of good and silver were depicted along the base, giving way to a blizzard of pink cherry blossoms that visibly popped with a bright, but tasteful, pink. Beneath the trees sat two women, one laying their head upon the other lap who seemed to be reading from a book by the glow of a candle.

The lighting had gone all but black by now, save for the path in which she walked. The gathered fog parted around her legs as each step sliced into the thick clouds, dispersing them to either side of her.  As her music swelled and hit high notes the arena lighting would flash red for the briefness of these notes. She moved slowly and deliberately all the way down to the ring side. Fingers clasping at the ropes, she gracefully ascended to the apron, it almost appeared as though she was floating with the strength and control she displayed in the smooth motion. Slipping under the top rope, she draped herself out across the middle rope, one of her long voluptuous legs sliding out from beneath her kimono to wrap itself over the top rope.

Even garbed fully in her Kimono as she lay like this, stretched out along the rope the curves of her body seemed to take shape, painting a tempting picture of what might be beneath. Her fingers traced the edge of her mask, the tips curling along the lip lift it up over her face, pushing back her rosy bangs to let the vulpine face rest along the top of her head. Her legs spread themselves to dramatically untangle from the ropes, planting her feet onto the canvas. Upper body bending backwards as if playing a game of limbo slide out from under the ropes to straighten itself out. She drifted to the corner, making no direct contact with the woman whom she was to face. Her music had finally begin to fade as the lights slowly rose again.

Her back to Hayasui, she slowly unwrapping her obi to allow her kimono to fall loose around her. Her shoulders rolled, enough to allow the garment to slide sensually down along her arms where it remained only after dropping to the crooks of her elbows. At this point her head turned, a playful smirk on her perfect features. It was an inviting sight, one that made her appear to be the embodiment of elegance and sexuality all in one vessel. Her gaze, though only sidelong was piercing and suggestive as she lowered her arms so the garment could fall slowly to the mat to pool at her feet.

Her fingers slipped beneath her mask, pulling it fully off her head, as she shook out her short cropped pink hair. She hung the mask from the post before finally turning to face her opponent. In her hand, the length of her kimono’s obi remained. Head cocking slightly to the side, she regarded Hayasui with a sultry lidded look as she wound the cloth between her hands, letting the length hand between them. As she neared, the ninja threw her arms up, allowing the obi to drift behind the other woman.

With a firm tug, she tightened the sash, coiling it around her wrists to pull Hayasui in towards her, forcefully until the two women were trapped in an intimate space bound by the cloth. She press her full figure to the other woman, letting her feel every lush curve of her supple body. She leaned in close, threatening to place her lips on Hayasui’s before their match had even begun… She moved her head at the last moment, allowing their cheeks to brush against one another while she whispered into the girl’s ear.

“Tonight, you belong to me. Do not submit, this match will only end when I leave you panting and moaning on this mat, unable to rise again.” She had a commanding presence about her, it have her words a threatening edge but at the same time she made it seem inviting. Kura slowly leaned away, allowing the sash between them to drift back to the canvas as she backed away with small steps, eyes never once leaving her prey.

“Shall we begin?” She inquired softly, coolly, as the bell rang out.

Hayasui really wasn't sure what to expect. Sure, she'd seen the outfit and the mask before, when she'd initially approached Kura in the locker room, but watching the other woman practically strut out and down the ramp in it was an entirely different experience. The kimono practically clung to her yet left so much to the imagination, though considerably less so with the show Kura made of sliding into the ring.

At this point, the Japanese girl felt kinda bad about how relatively minimal her own entrance had been. The time for that was soon over, however, the pink-haired ninja smoothly slipping out of the kimono, only to draw close, pulling Hayasui closer with the obi. The raven-haired girl had to hold back a slight shudder as her face lit up with a blush, eyes wide as Kura moved in oh so close...and then feinted to the side, the press of their cheeks registering right before her words did. If anything, her face felt even hotter after that, but then pinkette pulled away, the bell ringing bringing back a measure of clarity.

Shaking her head, Hayasui took a measured breath, gave Kura a respectful nod, and settled into a loose stance, the crowd noise fading around her as she tried to bring her focus to bear on the match ahead, and mostly succeeded.

"Don't worry, I won't," she said with a nod, knowing better than to make the first move when she was still a bit frazzled from all that.

Kura stood at the ready, clasping her hands behind her back. She made no outward hostile motions, only watching Hayasui for the time being. Her lips were curved into a small smirk, amused by the lowly hue of red engulfing the poor girl's cheeks. In her head, she counted down, the opportunity for her potential pupil to came at her rapidly dwindling.

She cocked her head curiously at the girls hesitation to face her head on before giving a small nod off her own. If she wished to stand around and wait, Kira would be more than happy to show her why playing defensive against her instead of pushing the attack was a terrible mistake. Leaning forward, Sher dashed towards Hayasui. Blinding speed, her footfalls so fast and delicate they didn't so much as make a sound. She like like a ghostly maiden, here to haunt the other woman.

Her gold eyes were locked on the other girl, waiting for any opportunity to intervention an incoming strike or dodge to one side or the other. If the other woman couldn't react fast enough to stop her approach, the punishment would be swift and devastating. Kira tucked her arms, fingers curling into tight fists, save for her middle knuckle which protruded slightly.

“Pay attention.” Her fists flew fast and hard, attempting to riddle Hayasui's right shoulder and bicep with the very technique she wished to learn come day from Kura. Her viper fang strikes lacked raw power, but would cause a sudden sharp pain where they connected which would fade away to numbness, leaving the girl's entire arm temporarily limp and useless.

The Japanese girl's eyes went wide as Kura burst into motion. She wasn't too fast to track, but she was quiet too. It would probably be a bad idea to let the pinkette get behind her. Hayasui waited the barest of instants for Kura to get close enough before dashing in herself, going full tilt to try to throw off the pinkette's timing.

Not having the attention to spare on a reply, Hayasui quickly caught sight of the incoming fists, bringing an open hand up not to swat it away, but to try deflecting it just enough to miss before following up with a swift turn, the deflecting hand moving to grab Kura's wrist as the martial artist's rear collided just under the ninja's hips, attempting to use both her momentum and Hayasui's own to propel the pinkette through a quick hip-throw.

“Good.” Kura murmured softly, keeping pace with Hayasui met each of her strikes, moving them slightly off course to protect herself from their crippling effect. The girl had studied her match, knew the dangers of her technique and was able to avoid it… for now. It was a good sign she was able to snap into action so quickly.

“Fast.” Her eye twitched feeling fingers curl around her wrist. She turned her body, meeting the hard hip check with her own side as she was given a swift toss. Up and over she was flung, tucking her legs to avoid having her back hit the mat. Instead she caught herself in a bridge position, feet planted firmly, bent backward to avoid the impact. She twisted her body in a quick roll, unwinding her gripped arm to rise back up to a standing position.

“You need to be faster.” Her own fingers attempted to grab for the hand that already held her, trying to yank Hayasui towards her to deliver a quick elbow strike to her chest.

"Alright," Hayasui said, not having time to say much else as Kura grabbed her back. A hint of excitement lit up in her eyes as moved with the pull, keeping her balance and bringing her other arm up to block Kura's elbow. After the embarrassing spectacle that had been the hentai match, Hayasui soon found that determined spark burning brighter as she realized the gap wasn't as insurmountable as she thought. At least in this sort of combat, but she'd cross the next bridge when she came to it.

Still, even her attempt at blocking wouldn't entirely defeat Kura's reply. Forcing down a wince and the lessened sting of the blow, Hayasui brought her back leg up, using the momentum from Kura's pull to try to drive a knee into the pinkette's body.

Kura's elbow met resistance, a solid block. The pointed tip of her arm digging it a bit deeper against Hayasui as she was held at bay, leaning into the stalemated strike. She chuckled softly, knowingly by the look that danced across the other girls face, understanding what it was she had been thinking.

Strangely enough, unlike Hayasui she made no move to intercept the other girls attack, in fact she seemed to have been leaning into it. The dark haired woman's knee buried itself in Kura's midsection, causing her to gasp breathlessly as air escaped her lungs outside her control. Her form slumped forward into Hayasui, reaching out to wrap her arms around the woman to hold her closer.

Through whatever pain she felt, a smirk was still painted across her features, staring directly into Hayasui eyes, those golden orbs not for an instant losing their intensity. Kura pushed herself weakly up against Hayasui, arms reaching up to wrap around the girls neck as if the two were sharing an embrace, about to perform a slow dance here and now. She was wordless without breath, vulnerable, staring wantingly at the with girl to make another move.

Hayasui's eyes widened as Kura just took the hit, a moment's confusion leaving her with the ninja pressed up against her, arms wrapped around the Japanese girl as if pulling her into a hug foiling her delayed attempt to pull back before it could even start. The raven-haired girl's cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire as she found herself enraptured for a moment by the display Kura was putting on. The closeness, her warmth, her curves pressing up against Hayasui's all of it left her just as breathless as Kura in that moment, part of her mind whirling to figure out what the pinkette was planning.

But then the moment passed, and Hayasui tried to move. With barely any distance between them, the Japanese girl put her leg down and pulled her block back before trying to drive her fist in where her knee had just been. Lacking the distance for a proper punch, Hayasui instead turned her body into it as much as she could, using that alone to power the impromptu one-inch punch.

Kira breathed in soft and shakily, drawing in small breathes to recoup what she had lost. She pulled herself up to Hayasui, compressing the both of their bodies together enough that their clothed breasts flattened against one another. She let her heat sink in, those close feeling, this silent intensity. She enjoyed seeing the conflict and hesitation as those seeds of desire had been planted.

She raised a hand, slipping up the back of Hayasui's neck. Her fingers combed delicately through the other woman's raven locks, making no move to keep her from attacking again. She stood fast as the other martial artist turned slightly, letting her knee fall away. She winced, body jerking with the sudden swift body blow that had taken its place. The impact was muted by her clothing sounding like little more than a dull this against her body.

She hadn't yet recovered her breath, this strike taken a bit more gracefully as she huffed out with the impact. Her head slumped forward, resting her forehead right on the top of Hayasui's chest. She stirred slightly, taking another taking a step in to keep them close.

She nuzzled her cheek against the girls soft exposed cleavage, turning her head slightly to press her lips against the girls silky skin. She kissed her lightly though if she was met with no resistance each kiss became longer, hotter, wetter. She would slowly lift her head, attempting to lay a trail of kisses up along the girl's chest until reaching her neck where she would try to nip and suckle at her sweet body.