Li-Mei vs Kim Rhee - Chrysalis

As much as Li-Mei could be impressed that she managed to pull that kind of unorthodox attack in such a situation, she was not mistaken in thinking that Kim would be completely in trouble after one attack. The Chinese native would have to be very lucky for that kind of attack to damage her more than this. It wasn't going to knock her out. Very unlikely that would happen. But lots of unexpected things happen in AFW.

Li-Mei did catch that smile as she charged right in on the Korean. Guess she definitely liked that one. Respect over someone getting a good shot in is quite rare, especially in the ring. Once the bell rings, you are supposed to take things seriously. But it doesn't hurt to admire when your opponent does something that impresses you or vice versa. An ingenious attack, a smart tactic coming together, a slick counter. Li-Mei would hope that she gives much more for Kim to be impressed at.

The sweep kick could have been, but Kim would suddenly deal with that in her own way. Jumping over the leg that was sent to take her legs from under her, the Oriental Rose gives some silent praise that Kim would perform a backflip of all things just to dodge this. No matter, Li-Mei would continue with the momentum and rise up afterwards to try something else.

That is until the diminutive Korean suddenly lept right in and the moment Li-Mei's body faced her again, Kim's knees would drive onto her chest before the Chinese woman could begin to rise up. Driven down onto the mat hard, Li-Mei let out a grunt while her opponent would be right on top of her. Not a bad view looking up, all things considered.

"Heh...Nice one."

Saif was not so blind that she would miss how fortunate she was in this instance. Li-Mei’s skill was plain to see, and if this altercation had happened a year ago, if it happened to Kim Rhee, she had little doubt where she would be now. That sweep kick would have taken her by surprise, would have laid her low, and she would be on her back. Li-Mei’s beauty would have distracted, and she would have lost her focus. So quickly. So easily.

But Saif was faster, smarter, and that showed as she was able to get the jump on her opponent, dropping her knees into her lowly opponent’s chest and nailing her to the canvas. She had little doubt that the winds of fortune would swing this bout away from her at some point, but for now, the moment was hers to seize.

She intended to.

”I’m glad you approve, sister.” Her smile and words were genuine, happy that Li-Mei approved of her counter, and happy that they were sharing this position. After the crash, Saif spread her legs and settled down for a sit on the Oriental Rose’s chest, pressing down against that generous chest of hers. A show of dominance, yes, but intimacy. She loved the way their bodies felt together, craved more.

But she had a purpose, here. She couldn’t forget that. ”Are you happy, sister?” She ran a hand through her opponent’s hair and caressed her cheek, soft and loving. ”Truly happy?”

Huh. Interesting.

She didn't expect herself to be in this position but there she is. After the sweep kick missing it's mark, Li-Mei sought to retreat back to standing position and try something else but Kim would get the drop on her just before she could even do that. Truth be told it did surprise her. She heard Kim was fast, but didn't think she was this fast. Perhaps extra training from when she was away. Most likely is the case which makes this meeting very interesting.

Admittedly the view wasn't bad at all as she looked up at her fellow Asian. Getting to see more of her, up close and personal. It just so happens that she has to catch a good look while underneath her, Kim settling in and remaining dominant. There was no genuine malice behind what Li-Mei had said and the fact she got the drop on her was impressive to say the least. Feeling Kim press her weight on her chest, Li-Mei figured she wasn't in so much danger right now. The Korean didn't seem to be in any rush and showed some tenderness after, her loving hand caressing her cheek. 

Li-Mei's hands would do their own roaming, running up and down the thighs planted on either side of her body, right down to the calf muscle, getting a good feel of the muscle underneath the soft, supple skin, all the way to the soles of her feet, her smile growing bigger as they continue to roam, her knees rose up and planted her feet flat on the mat. 

"Oh yes, sis." The Oriental Rose said once she was asked if she was happy. How could she not be? When she has been given the chance to face an opponent like this. When she was able to get more hands on with Kim. Those hand would move back to the thighs, tips of her fingers kneading the inner part of them. "Definitely happy." Giving a soft peck on the hand that touched her cheek. 

Then her legs would suddenly shoot up towards Kim, in an attempt to wrap them around her midsection. Once locking her ankles, Li-Mei would seek to yank her backwards and have her rolled up on her back. As much as Li-Mei would love to carry on, there was a purpose to why she's here. And she didn't forget that.

Saif had forgotten how much she missed this, how sublime it was to be in the ring. Surrounded by the cheering masses, the lights above, the steady drum beat of a thousand feet all around her, and, naturally, the feeling of an opponent between her legs, ready to be humbled. This was the sort of thrill that Kim lived for, an indulgence that she had come to take for granted. But Saif appreciated it, and saw it for what it truly: a proving ground. A place where men and women could be humbled and tested.

She could feel Li-Mei’s heartbeat between her thighs, steady and strong, and she loved the smile on the woman’s face. She was quite beautiful, as someone with her moniker had to be. An Oriental Rose - lovely and red. But she had thorns, and there was little doubt that they’d prick Saif if she wasn’t careful.

That was part of the fun, though, and she enjoyed the game they played, as her prey’s hands went to work. Saif’s thighs flexed as those tender fingers explored her legs, tensing at their touch. It was a delicate touch, the kind that was reserved for tender lovers, showing just how skilled she was in the sensual arts. A true catch.

”That is good.” Saif caressed Li-Mei’s face and curled a few stray hairs about her finger. Perhaps she was getting to comfortable. Perhaps she was letting the moment carry her away.

Whatever the reason, she was taken off guard when a pair of shapely legs shot up and wrapped around her waist, pulling her away and to the floor. It was a surprise, but not an altogether unpleasant one - it was, after all, hard to complain about having such shapely thighs around her. But what next?

From one extreme to the next. From action that wouldn't look weird in an octagon to those two merely acting as if they were just casually having fun on a bed. Not that neither were complaining, especially Li-Mei as she remains underneath the Korean. If Kim was to feel her heartbeat, it wasn't a quick beat of panic, rather the previous action brought her heart rate up. That and perhaps just looking at the Asian counterpart was enough to do just that.

But there was no sense of danger, no sense of dread. The way that Li-Mei would move her hands was merely just to test her reactions. Dip her toes in the waters. Plus just to get a good feel of her. All of this was playful, casual. Perhaps Kim was being quite confident considering she is the one on top. But of course, as her moniker, there is a danger in playing with the thorny stems of a rose.

Which is how the "predator" soon had the tables turned on her when Li wrapped her legs around the Korean and take her down to the floor. Quick, simple and it seemed to take Kim by surprise. Gotten a bit too comfortable there. No matter, the Chinese woman was going to move quickly. With her arms she looked to wrap them around Kim's shapely legs, just to briefly keep them in place while her own unwrapped around the waist. If she could get it done then she looks to pin Kim's underneath Li's, just to keep her folded up and secured.

Course, with her own hands free, the Oriental Rose could certainly afford to be pretty hands-on, letting her fingers draw a line along the hamstring, up towards the buttcheek.

Li-Mei’s body was pleasant to behold, but to feel it was another thing altogether. Saif could not recall the last time she had such powerful, pleasing legs wrapped around her body, could not even hazard to guess what legs could compare with these. Round, supple, but firm, harboring strong muscles underneath. She could feel the raw strength beneath the curves, cutting into her sides with each pulse of the thigh.

But that wasn’t the real trouble, here. That was just a distraction.

The true danger was with those hands. As Li-Mei brought her legs apart, her hands went to work, teasing away at Saif’s most delicate bones. The harsh training she’d endured over the past months came back to haunt her, her own body so sensitive and taunt from the rigors her master imposed that even a simple touch could drive her wild in the right spot. And Li-Mei was clearly a virtuoso in such arts.

She needed out of this. As much as she adored the treatment, she could see the doom approaching.

Saif tucked her legs in, stored her energy,t hen released it all at once in an explosive burst, straightening her body out and trying to push Li-Mei away. A desperation move, a way to create space and nothing more, but it would suffice.

Ah. Much better. 

Not to say that being underneath Kim - or Saif -wasn't unpleasant. Far from it in fact, getting the chance to feel as much of her lower body as possible, having that kind of freedom was appreciated from the diminutive woman for not pinning her hands too. And there was much to enjoy. Feeling the refined muscle and the flawless skin that made up there thigh, her calf and her foot, feeling every curve and loving every inch of the extremities that could have knocked the Oriental Rose unconscious if she cared to do so. But she was benevolent enough not to. 

Those legs were amazin' as the Asian herself. Anyone could see that from a glance but it takes a trained eye to see the countless of hours that likely went into making them not just appealing, but also functional.

Though as much as this was all pleasant, this was still a competition. And Li-Mei wasn't done impressing the Korean. 

She did still get the chance to feel those legs, of course. But in a much better position, something that she had a lot of freedom on. Her fingers got to explore much more, even getting a grope on the buttcheeks as she felt the glute muscles. Firm. Round. Bubbly. Perfect. Li-Mei gave a teasing kiss there, just driving her wild with just a simple touch. Figuring out what works for Kim. Of course there were other reasons doing so other than ascertaining her weaknesses to serve her in battle. 

It would be a shame that Kim would wish to escape from such a position, just as when Li-Mei was getting into the real stuff.

Kim kicked out, her deceptively strong legs showing more of that power as her body broke free and away from The Chinese woman's grasp. She could give chase to the small Korean but Li-Mei chose not to. Instead, taking the chance to rise up to her feet and stepping back. There will me more chances for them to get intimate, Li-Mei knew for sure. "Awww, that didn't make you happy, sis?" 

Temptation was the bane of any hentai match, a fact that Saif had learned in a past life and tried her best to exploit. How many of her foes had fallen to her allure, swept up in lust, unable to mount a proper defense? Many. More than she cared to count. Their faces, mixed in ecstasy and agony, a thought that could bring her warmth even now. Even closer, she remembered her last match, the battle with Abid. Her sister had been driven wild by her wiles, and they had made a potent weapon against her...until they weren’t.

It was precisely because she used this weapon that she knew how dangerous it was and how easily it could backfire. There was simply no way she was giving Li-Mei the luxury so early on in their battle, hence the necessary escape. She would miss all the touching she got, all the groping, but this battle was far from over. There would be time

While the scissors had done an excellent job at winding him, Saif was still a fount of energy, able to push her way out in a burst. She was able to roll off her shoulders and get to her feet in a single motion, deftly landing on her bare toes.

”It did. But I would rather give than receive.” She brushed an errant hair away from her eye, clearing her vision and letting the sparkle show. ”And I have so much to give.”

Saif strode forward and moved in, once more entering striking range with her nubile foe. She ducked and swung her leg out low, through a kick at Li-Mei’s knee, only to pull that same leg in a second later and lash out again, this time aiming her blow towards her face. Two kicks delivered in snapping fashion, strikes that hit like whips.

Hentai matches, or to just call it as it is, sexfights is always a interesting thing that stands out from all the other match styles, and arguably takes a special kind of willpower and skill. To force someone to surrender to their lust, making them cum against their will while resisting doing the same to you. There's a reason why Li-Mei loved this kind of match style and why she'll keep coming back to it. Because it gives her the chance to get all up close and personal with someone like Kim.

Inwardly, Li-Mei wished she remained in that position. Not just the fact that she was in a more dominant position with her legs crushing Kim's midsection but the fact she was able to explore all there is to the Korean's body. A shame she kicked out but this was still early days. Many more opportunities were guaranteed and while she'll have to be content with what she got, that taste made the Chinese woman wanting more.

She smiled as Kim came up to her feet, showing deft skill in the process. The slight fringe covering her vision was cute and Li moved her right leg back. Since they were standing, Li-Mei knew what was coming next.

"Everyone does." She chuckled. "At least you're generous, though." Though they wouldn't stay standing for long as Kim came in towards the Oriental Rose and Li readied herself as the lower limb swung low towards the Rose. Li raising up her leg, her foot pointing down while her knee raised, taking much of the impact at her shin. Kim would be fast to bring her leg up straight after, her speed was something to be in awe of. Though Li-Mei isn't going to stay there and watch, her hand came up, almost like a paintbrush, fluid with her movements just to block the kick inches away from her face. She would back away, choosing not to strike at this point in time. There was still much more that Li must observe from the Korean.

Saif’s attacks were not successful. Not in the way she hoped, though they did reap some small rewards.

Her first kick was blocked low, done with skill that was becoming less and less surprising as this match wore on. Li-Mei raised her leg, left the kick hit her shin and showing off some impressive balance and reflexes, the kind that came from years of rigorous training. Saif found herself wishing she had studied more on this woman before the fight, learned where such skills could be acquired. Her master might even want to know himself. Were there others like Li-Mei, ones who could be drawn to His cause?

But she thought her second kick would be enough to catch the woman off guard, might have landed on target. Not the case, no - her foe was too nimble for such antics, managing to block that kick. Barely, mind you, but managing it. Frustrating, a tad, but Saif refused to be flustered. She was going to capture this fine beauty, sooner or later. Preferably sooner.

Deciding to try something a bit more direct, Saif lurched forward and threw her arm out with a light jab, a swift strike aimed at her opponent’s face. She doubted it would hit, but whatever the outcome, it hardly mattered. Her real attack came next.

With the other arm, Saif went wide and attempted to grab Li-Mei’s head, trying to pull her in close for a clench and hit her in the stomach with a rising knee. If fate was kind, it would be enough to take some of the wind out of her sails, before she drifted too far away.