Verbal Submission Match: Kirika vs Yuri-chan

There was no doubt that Yuri did score some critical damage. The clear bruising was easy enough to see and a visible reminder of Yuri's handiwork. At least she was protected from the camera from the time being. Although her biggest worry was what Yuri might try to do rather than how much shame would get broadcasted. Those feelings might flip of course once the cameras really got a look.

Of course Kirika had enough of being jerked around. She was worn down, but she wasn't completely broken. Presuming she was gave Kirika her one big chance. Even if she didn't like going this route, it was the only one she had besides bending over for Yuri. If it was between those choices she'd take the former option. A match's worth of frustrations were behind that single punch.

Hearing the boos just made Kirika groan in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me. All her low blows, cheap shots, and this is what bothers you?" Kirika getting into a shouting match that was of course pointless. And she knew it was pointless, but still couldn't help herself.

Kirika tried to get in behind Yuri. While she was upset about the crowd this was her only chance to get on the offensive. Trying to give Yuri a boot to the ass so she could knock her forward and try to drop her ass down on her back. Tired of being the naked one here, the girl was trying her best to turn things around in her favor. If it played out well the girl would hope to reach and hook Yuri's arms like she had earlier in the match over Kirika's legs. Then reaching under and around and under Yuri to grope her tits and give her the taste of having one's back strained by an on the spot camel clutch. "So long as I beat you it will be worth it." She muttered to herself. Remembering the deal Yuri offered earlier.

As Yuri sat on her knees, gasping from the pain of taking a low blow, she was left completely open to Kirika's follow-up. The idol let out a gasp as she got kicked onto her front, then let out another gasp as Kirika sat down on her back, squashing the air out of her belly. She kicked a few times weakly, pawing at the mat with her hands before those were grabbed and secured as well above Kirika's knees. The idol knew what was coming next, as Kirika pulled her back and tortured her with a camel clutch!

"Nyahhhaaa!" Yuri screamed as Kirika bent her back the wrong way. She was lucky she was relatively flexible, otherwise this would have hurt far worse. Kirika wasn't trying too hard to pull her back though, as the blonde then reached down and began groping the idol's tits through her top! Yuri's gasps of pain soon became tinged with pleasure, as the idol began to enjoy being so roughly groped!

Kirika's words made Yuri smile despite her painful situation. "Ahh... Ha ha ha!" she somehow managed to get in a short laugh despite her pain, "So you'll do anything to beat me? How cute!" Yuri managed to look up at Kirika, her mouth forming a mean little grin. "Well, you've got me now... Aahhhh.... Show me what you can do!"

It wasn’t even that Kirika was one for big submission moves. But this was an unique case where she simply couldn’t let things go. Besides she was already having a bad time when she gave Yuri any possible chance to come at her. If it meant she had to be rougher than she usually liked to be...well that was that.

After all she’d been through there was something purely satisfying about just hearing Yuri’s cries and then getting to grope her breast. Of course she didn’t slack off on the hold. The last thing she could afford was giving any opening fo this girl. For a moment though she enjoyed hearing the squeals, screams, and moans from her opponent. “Guess all this has been turning you on quite a bit. Should have guessed you’d be a secret pervert.” She relied while groping firmly and prepping her next move.

Of course Yuri’s taunts just frustrates Kirika more. “Oh you want even more? Well I planned on winning so that’s perfectly fine.” She replied. Holding her chin with one hand and cranking her even harder. While her other hand now worked to rip open and expose Yuri’s breasts. It was about time that she wasn’t the only naked person here!

At the same time she ground her ass hard into Yuri’s spine. She couldn’t quite get up without slacking the move elsewhere. So instead Kirika just really put what strength she had despite extreme soreness into her hold. She’d make sure Yuri remembered this match.

"Ohhh!" Yuri groaned as Kirika leaned back, grabbing her chin and grinding her butt down as she cranked up her camel clutch. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to taunt the girl while she was caught in a submission hold. But Yuri couldn't help herself, making Kirika mad was just too much fun. And of course the blonde wasn't about to let up on her breasts either, as Kirika roughly pulled at her top, the fasteners that kept it together finally popped open, revealing the purple bra that Yuri wore underneath.

"You finally got it off!" Yuri said between groans, "Do you like my bra too?" She was still mouthing off despite the pain in her back. Her breasts spilled out from her ruined top, bouncing a little beneath the supportive purple bra she wore. No doubt Kirika was going to rip that off and start groping them directly, which was something Yuri rather looked forward to.

Still, the idol couldn't let Kirika hold her for too much longer. She began to squirm, pulling her head from side to side, trying to make Kirika lose her grip. She even tried to turn her body, hoping to unbalance the blonde and send her tumbling, or at the very least make her hold loosen to get a little bit of relief.

There was no doubt that Kirika had just been frustrated too much. She enjoyed being positive and cheerful, but this girl demanded a different response. Maybe it was simply the bruise above her sex that demanded some kind of reaction. ”Just some divine justice.” She groaned out certainly feeling some release even though technically she’d been made to release once already...So her hands really did their jobs. One helping to really bring some discomfort to Yuri while the other brought a bit of pleasure whipped working to free up those breasts.

Ripping open that top just felt good. The already shamed girl had desperately wanted to even the playing field. And she was still far from there. But seeing that cute purple bra did make something stir inside of Kirika who couldn’t help staring. ”Still talking like that?” She growled in annoyance as Yuri still acted like she was in control. ”Obviously it is nice though.” Even she couldn’t help a bit of an honest response, before grinding her ass harder down on Yuri’s back to vent her feelings!

Kirika so frustrated that she gasped in surprise as Yuri started to squirm and struggle harder. Her position starting to lose stability and she reached with both hands for Yuri’s breasts! Giving her nipples a pinch through the bra even as her balance gave out. Kirika grabbing the bra and yanking as she fell. Ripping it clean off before rolling away. Ending up on her knees and looking at the cute bra. In some ways tempted to use it herself...if it hadn’t been snapped off and not in a good state.

”What a loss. Still, worth it.” She nodded to herself as she tossed it outside the ring. Knowing now that the match was back on.

As Yuri squirmed, her opponent had to reach under her bra in order to maintain her position on top. The idol let out a small moan as she felt both of Kirika's hands cup her full breasts, fingers even pinching her rapidly hardening nipples. But that didn't last long, as Kirika finally lost her balance and fell off of Yuri's back. Much like the idol had done before, Kirika took Yuri's purple bra with her, leaving the idol's breasts exposed as she rolled away.

Yuri lay on the mat, gasping in relief from the pain for a few moments, one hand cradling the small of her back. She recovered quickly though, getting back up to her hands and knees. This was the first real damage Kirika had been able to do all match, and a part of Yuri wanted to commend her for being able to do so much. But a much bigger part of the idol wanted to ravish Kirika more as punishment for daring to fight back.

Yuri got up to her feet, sweeping her long green hair back as she settled into a comfortable fighting stance. Having her breasts exposed didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. "You've finally gotten my bra off! Congratulations," Yuri said, her tone cutesy but taunting, "Well Kirika-chan, do you like what you see?" Yuri purposefully thrust her chest forward, teasing Kirika with her full chest. She hoped that would distract the blonde and allow her just a little more time to deal with the pain in her lower back.

Kirika would lament her balance being disrupted since she had such a good thing going there. Some payback to Yuri for all the pain she’d inflicted but also getting to cup and play with those tits. Ones she’d had her eyes on for much of the match. Still, just hearing Yuri’s legitimate moan made Kirika grin and shiver. Even giving a hard pinch to those nipples before she had to go. ”Darn...just be a good ride!” Kirika grumbled before she was off.

At least she left with a treasure. If Kirika stopped to think it would hit home how far back she was in the match and at what point she was evening things up to. But it didn’t matter so much right then. She’d stripped Yuri down even a bit and now she could draw even a few more eyes. Kirika not thinking about what Yuri might do to exact compensation for Kirika’s rebellion. At least Kirika had gone several moments without taking a hit herself so she was feeling a bit better.

Getting into a stance herself, Kirika was only reminded that she was still naked here while her opponent was mildly inconvenienced. Kirika groaned as even her small victory was taunted. Getting Yuri shaken was going to take a lot more. Of course logically she was right, Kirika was the one with thighs damp from her own orgasm here. ”A gain is a gain. You’ll lose more than that before this is over.” Kirika’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn towards those tits as Yuri showed them off. Face a bit red as she looked before shaking her head.

Waiting a couple moments before charging back in. ”No breaks.” She declared as she went in. Kirika still wasn’t in the best of shape here. But she especially had to watch out for dirty hits. Trying to fake a hit and go past Yuri. Hitting the ropes before coming back with more speed. Wincing a bit but hoping to clothesline the girl down and keep the hits coming.

The psychological warfare was working as Kirika seemed quite self-conscious even after successfully stripping Yuri. The blonde was blushing, her sex still dripping wet, her fighting spirit dampened from past failures. Yuri knew that a small defeat like losing her top didn't really change things, as Kirika was in far far worse shape.

Seeing Kirika charge in once more, Yuri prepared herself for whatever the blonde could throw at her. In her devious mind, there was nothing Kirika could do that would surprise her, Yuri felt confident of that. The blonde faked a swing and ran past the idol, bouncing off the ropes to come at her from behind. Yuri anticipated such an attack, predicting that most likely her opponent was coming at her with a clothesline. That would be easy to avoid.

"You're not going to get me like that!" Yuri said, dropping down low and kicking her legs out to try and trip Kirika. She wanted the blonde girl to fall flat on her face, which would set her up for the idol's next attack. Yuri would then grab one of Kirika's ankles, pulling the girl's leg back as she would try to lock in a single-leg Boston crab!

While Kirika prided herself on optimism it was hard to keep it when so much went wrong. Even she could dip a bit in energy. While she was often naive, Kirika knew that she was still way behind and had to keep going to catch up. But she was better off than before she stripped down Yuri a bit. Before it was painful how far behind she was. How naked, wet, and worn she was while Yuri was fine. So this was an improvement and she wanted to keep it going!

While Kirika wasn’t without tactics, she often went on instinct. It wasn’t a bad thing normally, but she wasn’t quite at her max level and couldn’t move as fast to make that work perfectly.

Groaning as she missed her strike. ”I’m still going to...whoa!” Kirika gasping as she tripped and fell hard on her front. Breaking the fall well enough with her arms, but it still was unpleasant. Eyes snapping wide open as she felt the grab on her leg and then it bending back! ”GAHH! Let go!” Kirika crying out as her already sore body was yanked into a new submission hold! Her arms slapping down as the pain shot through her. The free leg swinging around and Kirika trying to drag herself away to the edge of the ring. Groaning and crying out as she was in yet another bad spot and that hurt almost as much as the Boston crab!

The single-leg Boston crab Yuri put Kirika in wasn't to make the girl submit from the pain. Yuri didn't even crank Kirika's leg back all that much, just enough to keep her held in place and expose her pretty little wet pussy. That was Yuri's real target, the green-haired idol hooking Kirika's leg underneath her armpit to free up one of her hands, using it to start petting Kirika's sex once more! The idol was being particularly teasing this time as she gently rubbed Kirika's sex lips, teasing her to build up arousal but refusing to penetrate the blonde.

Yuri did notice Kirika slowly dragging them towards the edge of the ring though. They weren't too far from the ropes. Luckily for Yuri though, that also meant there were several sex toys easily within reach. She didn't go for any just yet, preferring to tease Kirika first, let the blonde get the rope break, then before she could recover ravish her as punishment for daring to defy Yuri's will. But all that would wait until Kirika reached the ropes.

"You're doing well Kirika-chan!" Yuri said, "Getting pretty close to the ropes now! Just hold on a little bit longer!" The whole time, Yuri continued to tease and play with the blonde's pretty pussy, focusing especially on pinching her little clit between her fingers, giving it extra attention and rubbing it to send waves of pleasure though the small blonde's body!