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

With Kura pushed back, Hayasui took the next few moments to try to suck in what air she could when she caught the ninja's remark. Staring back at her with an indignant pout, the raven-haired girl quickly caught on to what she meant, glancing down for a moment as she remembered she was bared as well, and she might have blushed if her face didn't already resemble a tomato. Trying to shake that off, she looked up to see Kura burst into motion, rearing back a hand as if to launch another one of those strikes.

The ninja, however, soon lived up to her name, Hayasui's eyes widening midway through raising a hand to block the apparent feint as Kura suddenly bounded up and bounced off the rope. The raven-haired girl brought her arm up a bit further just in time for the lightning fast knee to strike, the force enough that had she not managed to get that arm up, she was certain she'd have been floored then and there. As it was, the strike still sent her staggering over a few steps, Hayasui moving to get out of that corner and gritting her teeth before moving back in to launch a quick body blow of her own.

Kura made things look effortless, like water she simply flowed so naturally it was hard to remember not everyone could do what she did. Coming off the ropes, not a single wasted motion was thrown into her deadly knee strike, it was a masterwork that was made to out an end to Hayasui.

She was pleased then when it was thwarted. Her pointed knee collided with bone, an arm, to keep her opponent from being knocked out cold in the ring. The force along had sent the girl stumbling, not at all unwarranted. It was impressive that Hayasui had managed to block her, though taking the blow at all may have been costly. She wondered how badly that arm might be hurt, if at all.

As Hayasui fumbled from the corner, Kura took it up as a home. After landing her knee strike, she landed her footing on the middle rope off the opposite edge of the corner. Legs spread wide, she stepped between the two, facing Hayasui with a way smirk on her face, simply admiring the view in an over fashion. It was fun for her to prey on the shyness of those unready to face her, one of the most amusing parts of matches to her.

With a small hop, she brought her legs in to land softly on the canvas, barely causing a stir from the impact of her landing. Hayasui took this opportunity to come for her. Was it embarrassment, angry, or simply the girl mounting an offense again. It was hard to tell with how red faced she was. Kura didn't wait for her to reach her though, instead moving to meet her head on.

She knew if it had struck her as Hayasui had intend, her momentum would be lost. A strike like that to her body would bend her over, make her vulnerable. There was another way to preserve what she wanted however, it just mean hurting herself in the process. As they reached one another, Kura turned her body into the blow. She took it in the side head on. Painful, enough to cause her to hiss unintentionally in a break of her calm cool demeanor.

Her body moved with the impact, twirling off on her heel to slip up beside the other woman, finding her footing to quickly strafe and circle her. The pink haired ninja had surrendered her chance to avoid the attack to create a tighter offensive opening for herself. Her fist closed into her signature viper fangs, arms snapping out to attempt to riddle.Hayasui with quick biting strikes along her right shoulder and arm, looking to fade the limb into numbness with her unique technique.

That hadn't been the best block she could've put up, Hayasui was well aware of that as her arm started to sting a bit. But with how she'd been moving to block the feint, she hadn't had the time for a proper cover. Still, her training hadn't failed her before, and it wouldn't now. The sting would pass in time.

But that was time she wouldn't have right now, not with Kura opting to take the blow head on to maneuver to her side. The pinkette's speed cinched the deal, Hayasui knowing full well she wouldn't be fast enough to stop the incoming blows. Not enough time to deflect them either, not with how that arm was stinging from blocking the knockout knee.

So she took a page out of Kura's book, ignoring the strikes and gritting her teeth through the numbing stings as she brought up a leg and snapped out a stiff side-kick, putting as much of her weight as she could behind it. Still, this was getting exciting again, and not in a way that was also embarrassing, the loss of an arm not doing much to dull the sparks lighting up in Hayasui's eyes.

Her blinding flurry of quick nipping punches connected one after the other. Her raised knuckle would sting with each blow, but lacked the pure power of damage from a stronger strike. That small pain however gave way to heat, a warm glow that flowed up her arm until her muscles no longer responded, leaving her with a numb phantom limb.

So focused on making use of her opening, what came next caught her off guard. The sudden twist of Hayasui's body, a quick scythelike kick curving around at her. She hunkered down, lessening her frame, arm tucking in to help brace for impact. It hit her dead on, sending her to the side.

Rather than fumbling to stay on her feet, she fell into an experienced tumble, turning her momentum into distance as she rolled away from Hayasui. She came to a sudden stop on one knee, gripping her arm that took the bulk of the kick. She was still smiling, even as she shook out her wrist. Each flex of her finger brought pain, though she knew in a minute it would be dulled significantly.

She sprang to her feet once Hayasui had turned to face her, move swiftly to over the distance she had placed between them. With a plant of her foot, she pivoted hard on the ball of her foot taking a full spinning rotation. The second time around she extended her leg completely. It rocketed towards the other woman, looking as if it was meant to take her head off… the kick was a feign, left alone it would miss Hayasui's face by just shy of an inch.

She spun into her third rotation, ducking low to bring her same leg down and around, this time sweeping it at the woman's ankles for real, looking to put her back on the mat. She wasn't done taste testing her potential student and want to get back to sampling what she had to offer.

Hayasui didn't waver, even as her arm fell limp, turning to look at Kura as the pinkette tumbled to a safe landing. With one gimped arm, keeping up the pressure likely wouldn't be something she could manage. Fortunately, Kura didn't force her to make that choice, the ninja's advance as swift as ever. The raven-haired girl watched warily as Kura went around before coming back around with a scything kick, Hayasui leaning back just a bit, a little surprised when it missed her by more than she'd expected. Then the third kick came in, Hayasui's eyes widened as she tried to slip back, only for the kick to just catch her enough to upset her balance, the numbed arm not helping matters much at all.

That's what I get for neglecting my balancing practice.

Then again, she hadn't practiced with her arms tied up for a while. Still, even with one numb arm, Hayasui managed to break her fall smoothly enough, her initial reflex to pick push herself up with her right arm costing her precious seconds before she started shuffling back, trying to push herself up with her left.

Her elegenact spin came to a slow stop, crouched with a palm to the mat if is striking a dramatic pose. She was smiling at her downed opponent, licking her lips like a lion who has caught the stray wildebeest far from its pack. Kura bounded up from her crouch taking a long strides before hopping over Hayasui partway, looking to avoid her legs.

Kura tucked in her knees, rather than sticking the landing she aimed to drop herself down heavily on Hayasui's chest as the woman attempted to rise, attempting to press her shins and knees down over the girl's biceps to pin her arms to the mat. If she landed as intended, the Ninja would lean back to firmly planted a hand on the girls midsection to keep her from being able to bend her body enough to use those legs against her.

Once again true to her name, the ninja didn't take long to take advantage of the downed girl, practically pouncing on her in short order. Downed and down an arm as she was, Hayasui could only wince as Kura landed on her, drawing a small cry from her as other woman's knees speared her chest, forcing the air from her, and knocking her back to the mat before pinning her arms down. The raven-haired girl tried to shake off the impact and bring her legs up, to try to force Kura off her, but the pinkette was a step ahead, leaning back on Hayasui's midsection to stop that notion cold.

With the way Kura was looming over her, Hayasui couldn't help a fresh blush coming to her face, breathing heavily to try to make up for having it knocked out of her just now.

Of course, that didn't mean she would make it easy for the ninja, instead trying to brace her feet against the mat and buck up, trying to roll over and maybe get the pinkette off her.

Kura understood exactly what she needed to neutralize to have her plans blossom. Hayasui's arms were first, though she was sure to lean her weight on top of the one that still worked, the other was pinned out of necessity should the limb awake. While she was still on top. From there it was about limiting options. Weighing down the girls lower body so she couldn't kick her in the back or reve see their positions with a well placed scissor. It all worked out rather well.

Hayasui struggled beneath her, but Kura road out each thrash and attempt to roll with leaning her weight to one side, using those pinned arms to keep the other girl on her back. She waited patiently for an opening, allowing for the woman below her to waist her energy with fruitless struggling.

“You will look so beautiful in defeat, I can see it now.” Kura shifted on top of Hayasui, slowly pushing her weight up against the other woman's chest until she situated herself properly. Mounted at an angle, she lowered her crotch down against the other girls breasts, slowly starting to grind her covered sex up against her. “Wild hair, panting, glistening with sweat…”

The hand she had propped against Hayasui's navel slowly crept down along the woman's body, curious fingers tickling along the surface as it roamed. Down the woman's body and along her thigh, stopping for a brief moment before it traced a path up the inner side of the girls thigh, seeking out the warmth between her legs. If left unchecked she would claim this spot as her own, kneading the surface of the girl's panties gently in a soothing manner.

After a few attempts foiled by Kura leaning against the rolls, Hayasui struggled a bit more before calming down, realizing it wouldn't be good if she completely wasted her energy getting out of this. The raven-haired girl stared indignantly at the pinkette, taking deep breaths to try to recoup what she'd lost trying to get Kura off her.

Her words came soon after, as they always did, drawing a fresh blush as they tantalized her ears the same way as her fingers tracing along her skin. Matters weren't really helped as the pinkette started grinding against Hayasui's chest, the motion drawing a gasp from her all the same, even if some part of her was pretty sure Kura was getting more out of it. That didn't matter for much longer, however, as Kura's fingers sliding along her thighs sent lightning through her veins, her thighs tensing up and closing up on reflex.

Still, it didn't do much to stop the ninja, Hayasui soon finding herself moaning quietly, her blush darkening as the pinkette's touch sent shivers through her like a live current. Her breathing grew heavier as she found herself squirming under Kura for entirely different reasons now, though just as futile as she tried to hold back the breathy gasps and moans slipping from her lips.

"Y-You're...rather sure of that..." she managed to get out after a few moments, trying to look resolved as she locked her grey eyes with the ninja's gold.

Watching the fight wither and die was among her favorite part of wrestling. It wasn't so much about winning or losing for her… in the end all of that was meaningless. She didn't care about belts or accolades, just pleasing herself. Wrestling was a release for all her darkest urges of a base sort, things she would have been judged for and cast out back home at the shrine. Here she was free to indulge, so she did as often as she could but never to the point of excess.

She raised and lowered her body using her own grinding along Hayasui's chest to press down over top of one of the girl's nipples to rub up against it. A duel purpose of pleasing herself with the stiff nub as well as tease her opponent further, working her to a burning heat.

Her palm roamed in the space between the girls legs freely, unguarded, stealing from the girl beneath her every moan she could. Golden eyes stared down at the woman under her, admiring how determined she was to resist even as her body betrayed her. It was adorable… but also fiercely attractive to Kura. Slowly her gentle massaging ceased, fingers creeping up along the edge of the girl's panties.

“Am I wrong?” She cooed softly, smiling down at Hayasui as her fingers scritched lightly at the lip of her undergarment. Pressing her fingers to the girls soft skin, they attempted to slipped beneath the cloth and take up the same home they had earlier to continue petting and stroking the woman's sex only where they could both feel one another better.