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

As Hayasui managed to get away from Kura, she watched as the pinkette got onto her hands and knees to recover, breathing heavily herself after everything that had just happened. She still felt like someone was running a low current, just below her skin, tingling and keeping her heated, a little distracted. The way Kura was looking at her certainly wasn't helping her, the raven-haired girl practically feeling the pinkette's clever fingers trailing over her again, even with the distance between them.

The moment stretched on, punctuated by heavy breathing and their locked gazes, as Hayasui evaluated her options. She could take the time to recover, but that would give Kura that luxury, and she knew from the other matches she'd seen of Kura's that the ninja could recover with frightening speed. Then it seemed like her only real option was to try to get in what she could, maybe slow the pinkette down in the process, if she hadn't wasted too much time thinking it over.

Trying not to think about what might end up happening if the gambit failed, Hayasui moved in quickly, trying to grab hold of one of Kura's legs to bend it back over her neck, trying to catch her in a stretch muffler and leaning into the hold if she could manage to get it.

Kura's golden eyes burned with delight as Hayasui moved towards her, giving her no real time to recover. Her lips twisted into a small smirk, reaching out to playfully swipe at the other woman as she passed simply to run her fingers down along her body.

As the dark haired girl pulled one of her legs away she dropped to the mat with a small this, cheek pressed to the canvas as she was stretched against the grain to have her leg securely locked behind Hayasui's neck. She could feel the other woman's hands on her ankle and thigh, cooing softly even as she was being contorted painfully. She loved the burn as her muscles were put to the test. Her fingers dug into the ring, teeth grit as she was twisted even harder.

"You're doing wonderful." She whispered softly, voice laced with audibly pain. The hold didn't come as easily now though, there was a stiffness, slight protest as Kura actively struggled against Hayasui. The Ninja pressed her elbows to the mat, pushing up hard as she walked herself up onto her palms again almost as doing a pushup. It took a lot to maintain this pose with the other girl leaning in, trying to curl her up.

Her back straighten itself out for a moment before she dipped forward, tucking her entire upper body down and around, rolling her form completely around to plant the back of her shoulders to the mat. She let out a scream, summoning all the strength in her lower body to pull Hayasui forward, trying to drive the woman face first into the mat with the very leg she held captive.

Should Kura manage to flip both women, she would quickly try and secure her legs around the arm her opponent had looped over her though and yank it back into an arm bar, scissoring the limb between her thighs as she twisted.

Hayasui didn't let up, even as the trailing fingers over her as she moved to secure the hold sent a jolt along her skin. Gritting her teeth through it, she managed to lock the hold in, a little transfixed by the sight of Kura tied up as she was. Then things got tricky, the ninja pushing up despite her best efforts, only to somehow slide through the gap, getting onto her back. The raven-haired girl's eyes widened as she was driven into the mat, yelping with the impact as it stunned her for a moment.

That moment was more than enough time for Kura to move, Hayasui's eyes widening as she realized what the pinkette was up to. It was too late to stop the hold, however, Hayasui gritting her teeth to stifle the pained cry as the ninja hyper-extended her arm. Mind muddled between the pain and the pleasure prior to it, Hayasui tried to pull against the arm-bar, trying to lessen the strain even a little, when an idea hit her. Remembering what Alex tried against her back during her first hentai match, Hayasui moved her arm as much as she could, trying to grind her elbow between Kura's legs, maybe distract her with the sensation.

"Nngh, maybe I can do better," she managed to get out amidst her struggles.

Still, she had a more active plan as well, Hayasui arching up and over as much as she could in the armbar before swinging a leg back as hard as she could, aiming for Kura's head to try to convince her to let go.

Kura's gripped the girls wrist tightly, her other fingers wrapping around the digits of her opponent. Slowly, surely, she twisted them painfully against the grain, cranking another joint into the already captive limb within her arm bar. She owed Hayasui a bit of pain after enduring her choke and was more than capable of delivering.

A slender brow arched as she felt the girls elbow bump up against her crotch, then a second time before it started to rub up against her. She let out a small chuckle, impressed the girl had thought to use the hold to her advantage in at least one way. Kura's rewarded the girl by lacing the agonizing twist of her limb while she kept it held firm, rolling her hips to help the other girl in pleasing the pink haired ninja against her elbow.

"Ah yes… quite go-" She felt Hayasui buck before catching the kick out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively she threw her weight backwards, releasing the hold completely as she tumbled up onto one knee a small distance from the other girl having narrowly avoided the kick. She shook her head slowly, wagging a finger at her as if to declare she had done something terribly naughty.

The half unwound bandages around her body had started to become a bother and added the risk Hayasui could use the loose loops as handholds to grab her easier. That was no good. She reached back as she rose to her feet, working free the last few knots before shaking the bindings off completely, freeing her breasts from their confines to the pleasure of the crowd.

"We are weapons on the field of battle. There is no part of us that cannot be exploited to defeat our opponents." Kura's spoke softly, affirming the good use of the other girls technique moments ago. Gingerly she began to circle, waiting for the other girl to make it back to her feet.

Hayasui cried out audibly as Kura pulled harder on the hold, but the kick swept in regardless. The Ninja gave up the hold in favor of avoiding the kick, Hayasui quickly pulling her arm back to her, allowing herself only a moment to nurse her damaged arm before rolling over and pushing herself up onto her other hand and her knees, looking up at Kura warily.

The sight of the pinkette pulling the bandages free of her chest altogether froze her for another moment, her face heating up as those soft swells swayed free of their confines, though the ninja's praise certainly didn't help matters. The raven-haired girl shook her head and tried to avoid staring at Kura's chest, almost succeeding as cautiously worked her way back to her feet, trying to catch her breath.

"I'd be shaming my teachers if I wasn't," Hayasui said with a nod, giving her arm an experimental swing as she noted the lingering twinge of pain and did her best to push it aside. She took cautious steps towards the center of the ring, away from the ropes Kura could jump from and the corners she could trap her in, pulse pounding in her ears and body still tingling with the rush of adrenaline and the lingering hints of Kura's handiwork, lingering close to the surface. Even now, her eyes started to drift along the ninja's curves or down to her chest for the briefest of moments before she managed to catch herself.

Hayasui's drifting eyes hadn't escaped her notice in the least, in fact it played a part in how she moved. The pronounced sway of her hips, rolling her shoulders to draw her arms back a bit more to push out her breasts on better display, there was even a harder spring to her step to give her more bounce. Kura was unabashedly putting herself on display to be savored, a living totem of desire.

As she circled the pink haired ninja took careful note of the other girls moments, seeing the patterns of when she became more evasive to avoid being pinned in again. It brought a smirk to her lips. She was thinking, learning. Kura hummed softly to herself, weighing her options.

The bare balls of her feet pressed quickly to the canvas as she approached, moving to close in the circle she treaded in a shrinking spiral. With a sudden burst of speed she was dashing in, coming at Hayasui with her fists clenched. Quick floating jabs snapping off at the other girl, though not seemingly as fast as her earlier strikes, though this was on purpose.

Kura continued to circle, taking exaggerated motions with her body before throwing out blow after blow. It was possible Hayasui could deflect each one, that was actually the pink haired ninja intention. Though each strike she might direct elsewhere or counter would be met with a suggestive moan or a revealing pose before the assault continued.

She was trying to test her again, seeing if she could open up Hayasui by distracting her with her body. Should the other girl's defense falter, then Kura would show no mercy, trying to cripple her with a gut wrenching palm strike to the stomach.

Hayasui's blush flared anew as she noticed Kura's motions becoming more...pronounced. With the ninja practically flaunting herself, the martial-artist was fairly sure she'd noticed her distraction, either that or she was really getting into the fight. Swallowing hard and trying to steel herself, Hayasui wasn't allowed much more time to recover, Kura moving in with her assault. But there was something off about it. From the first punch, Hayasui couldn't help feeling that the blows weren't coming in as fast as they could, even as she managed to dodge or deflect most of them, drawing more on her study of boxing to weave between the blows she couldn't parry, offering quick blows in return.

Then the first moans tantalized her ears, Hayasui barely slipping out of the way of the jab that followed. Heat rose in her chest and her face and anticipation built as she tried to focus herself on the match, but the assault on body and mind wore away at her as she tried to chip away at the Ninja. Her thoughts torn between the match at hand and the tingling anticipation of what might happen if Kura managed to get her hands on her again, Hayasui's guard faltered for all of a moment, and that moment was all Kura needed.

The raven-haired girl caught sight of the blow before it landed, tried to shift away, but it was too little too late. The body blow landed cleanly against tensed abs and Hayasui bent forward with the blow, trying to move with it even as it blasted the air from her body and spittle from her mouth, actually lifting her up a little. Her abs rang with throbbing pain as she tried to keep her eyes on Kura, letting fly with a quick hook, weakened and slowed by the immediate damage, trying to ward her off and create some space.

Kura's palms slammed into Hayasui with quaking force, a reminder of what happens when you lose focus. She shifted her weight into the blow, following through as her fingers curled inward to form a fist, grinning it into the other girls stomach. Her narrow eyes shimmered gold as she grinned down at the woman folded up at the end of her arm.

As the other girl lashed out, Kira drew back, quick feet shuffling to reposition for her to lean just outside of the intended impact. The pink haired ninja clicked her tongue softly in amusement at the undisciplined strike, already slipping back inward. Her body twirled, briefly putting her back to Hayasui as she brushed by her, attempting to capture the outstretched arm of her opponent and twist it back behind her.

Kura rounded the other girl nimbly, trying to keep that arm trapped while slipping behind her and jerking Hayasui to the side. She stepped a leg forward, tucking it back to try and secure one of the girl's legs as well to lock in an abdominal strength hold on her. If she did, Kura would set her free hand up along the the girl's body, tracking her fingers seductively up and down her side.

Hayasui gagged a little as Kura curled the palms into fists, pressing harder against her belly. As expected, Kura practically danced out of the way of the retaliatory strike before slipping back in, practically wrapping herself around the raven-haired girl. Now it was Hayasui's chest that bounced with the motion as she was jerked into the hold, the girl crying out loud before gritting her teeth as the hold set in, the twist on her back and core amplified by the body blow she'd just eaten. In the back of her mind, she already knew this would be embarrassing to rewatch, being tied up in a tangle of limbs and bodies like this. That same part was quick to point out that she'd still enjoy re-watching it, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself.

Hayasui struggled against the hold, but for the moment it only really served to put her own curves on display as Kura had just now, her chest bouncing as she was arched out and twisted, the raven-haired girl still gasping for breath after that hit had knocked all of it out of her. Then she noticed the softer touch, Hayasui's face lighting up as she felt the pinkette's hand tracing along her side even as she pulled on the hold, Hayasui unable to help small moans and groans slipping free of her lips as that touch reminded her all too vividly of what Kura could do with those fingers. That, and feeling the Ninja's breasts against her back certainly wasn't helping matters.

"Nnngh...alright..." she managed to gasp out, gritting her teeth through the side-splitting pain as she started to use her free leg to try to shuffle towards the ropes, "Maybe...a different lesson..."

All around the two, the ropes were painfully far away. It wasn't by Kura's design, but Hayasui's pursuit of keeping herself from being cornered which turned out to be a cruel irony as she now was forced to suffer the joinery to them. The pink haired ninja seemed disinterested in allowing for that to come to pass, keeping a firm grip of her prey, twisting her body back to make for the shuffle to be harder as they remained upright.

Kura flexed her arm back, tightening the strain she imposed upon Hayasui, forcing her to bare her chest by arching her back. She leaned herself in, draping her chest up against her opponents side as she lowered her head to place a kiss along the side of the girls breast.

"Different yet familiar. Let me show you." She spoke hotly, flicking her tongue up the along the curves of the girls breast. She placed wet suckling kissing along a trail, leaning as far across her as she could with their positioning which was just enough to draw Hayasui's nipple between her lips. She gave a small teasing kiss, pulling back slightly to circle the top of her tongue over the stiffened nub.

Her free hand wandered, delicate touches at first became a firming palm rubbing from the girls side to navel before drawing down her body to reach out the girl's crotch again. Deft fingers slipping down between the girl's legs to stroke her fingertips playfully along the girls lower lips.