Self-confidence 101-Rareta St. Hellen vs Daichi Kurozu- Standard Hentai match

Well... Another day, another naughty match Heheh.... That's what the small Daichi said to himself, but it wasn't difficult that he was trying to ease his own nerves. Let's just say that last time he fought a girl in a Hentai match it didn't end well for him. And what's worse, he's now in a committed relationship with a girl he really liked a lot. But he wasn't in the position to decline any match that was thrown to him, he still needed to put money in the table. Besides, chances where that his opponent wasn't as voracious as Yvette. He needed to man up for his own sake, and needed to show them who's boss!

Special Costume:

Some part of him hoped that they wouldn't play the card that put his masculinity in question... It became apparent that they loved that card, and apparently so did the public, much to his chagrin. "At least they allowed me to use underwear this time..." Not allowing him time to weep for his predicament, Daichi was called into action by his new Entrance Music. "Welp, that's my jam. Literally" And without further ado, the brunette wonderboy left the backstage.

He was met with the public's cheers of approval and whistles of lewd nature. It appeared that they loved him! Or they loved seeing him humiliated physically and sexually, he was probably better off not knowing which. The least he could do was give them some eye-candy in the form of smiles v-signs and winks, which he gave to them all the way to the ring. Once he got inside the ring, blushing annoyedly when he heard someone in the public say "They're pink!", the petite boy would wait for his foe, wondering which kind of person would be screwing with him tonight, no pun intended.

After what happened in her Debut Match Rareta was not exactly confident in herself. that had always been the part that her teacher could not fix and was the biggest thing holding her back from greatness. According to Rebecca she was a talented and gifted high flier, but without the confidence to soar she would always be just a little bird in a cage.

Hentai costume:

She was curious who she would be facing this time so she crept up to the stage entrance and peaked out. At first she thought she would be facing a girl which confused her immensely because she definitely was a male name on the ticket on to be confirmed by the announcer reading out his name. She did not have time to dwell on the mystery as her name and music was sudden called and she felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach. "No, Not this time, I'm soory miss Rebecca I can't go out there again. I will only bring shame to your name." and hiding behind the very edge of the stage where no one could see her, her entrance music playing and the fans cheering for her...she broke down and began to cry at her own weakness and cowardice.

The moments before his entrance, when his opponents appeared and presented themselves as his foe were always the longest in Daichi's mind, up until now all of his enemies always represented something important for the feminine boy. Whether it was the girl who took his heart, the guy who made him push himself to his limits or the girl who took his virginity. He had to wonder what impression would this new adversary would take. A positive one or a negative one? Sometimes it was as apparent as looking at them, but this time it was taking more time than normal.

It really took a lot of time, and Daichi was kept waiting for his opponent, he even sat down while the entrance music continued to be heard. Time passed, and the song died down while the fans kept cheering, waiting for the other wrestler to come out. The brunette boy wasn't aware that his opponent just wouldn't come out due to her conflicted emotions, what he did know was that some people from the crowd just wasn't willing to wait longer, it started with some muttering, then some actually began to express their displeasure through boos and other whistles. It was obvious that soon the whole arena would start to go rioting if someone didn't do something soon.

Daichi stood up, thinking worriedly about a way to keep the crowd from going mad. An idea came to mind, although it would be kind of embarrassing. "Hey!" He said to the referee, signaling her to come close. "Can I borrow this? Please tell them to..." He whispered something to her ear, and she only nodded, talking to her walkie after he finished telling her about his idea. Soon before the public's impatience turned real ugly, a new song started to play.

The idea:

It was a cheerful song that snapped everyone from their thoughts. With the mic that he asked from the referee, he began to sing the lyrics that he already knew from one of his favourite songs. He just had to hope that the public liked his voice while he was at it. Good thing that he had a costume that combined well with the song and the dancing he did while he bought Rareta some time. After hearing his angelic voice, albeit it wasn't the kind of singing one would expect from a boy, they appeared to enjoy it all the same! Singing along, moving along and using the lights from their phones as glowing sticks.

As she sat at the edge of the arena sobbing at her own weakness she heard the sounds of the booing and harsh words and had just turned around to leave...when a new sound reached her ears. It was music, but not pre recorded like her own it was live, and fun, and encouraging. Hearing that got her to her to turn back around, she realized what her opponent was doing and it brought a weak smile to her face.

Finally stepping out onto the stage, the live music still flowing through her, she walked down to the ring and got in, mesmerized by this dancing boy before her.

Perhaps Daichi wasn't the most graceful dancer. In fact, besides his singing ability, the brunette teen was moving his body in a chaotic fashion. It was all very improvised, from his legs that jumped around with juvenile energy, to his body that contorted in an attempt to follow the rhythm of the beat. But his confidence made it all seem so natural and fitting, that it wasn't strange that others found his performance to be endearing.

Speaking of such people, it appeared that the femboy managed to capture the attention of his opponent: Rareta was a very young-looking teen, pretty much like Daichi himself. Her eyes and hair were pink-coloured, with dark skin and a face that expressed a lot of interest on the small performance he was doing. By the time she was standing in the ring alongside with him, the music was beginning to disappear, leaving only the eager cheers from the audience as an introduction to the match.

"Uhm... Hi!" Daichi greeted his opponent, laughing and scratching the back of his head with an awkward blush on his face, like he was caught grabbing two pieces of candy in a free-sample stall. The public was absolutely pumped though, as if their little tantrum from a few minutes had never happened earlier. "Eeeeh, sorry for stealing the spotlight from you, at least they don't sound mad anymore" He then made a bow to the girl, as a greeting gesture. "The name's Daichi, let's have a good match Miss"

"Ohh...ummm...I'm Rareta St. Helen. It is an honor and privilege to meet you sir Daichi." She was still very shy right now but her upbringing at least had taught her how to be polite. And besides if the match description was anything to go by...they were about to be much more closely acquainted. "I...ummm...hope you ummm...don't think less of me for what happens in the match." She settled into the stance Rebecca had taught her and prepared to fight, trying to keep out of her mind what she may have to do in front of all of these people, the very idea was almost enough to send her running again.

All over his life, Daichi's been called a lot of things but sir wasn't one of them. It was strange, but welcome. "Sir Daichi? I like the sound of that, sounds elegant and sophisticated!" His first impression of Rareta was pretty positive, he wasn't completely sure about her, but if anything could be said, it was probably that she seemed meek and unsure. Could possibly be the nature of the match, if her comments were anything to go by. "I won't think any less of you for this. Let's just give them a good show and try hard. Sound cool?"

If anything, he could empathize with the feeling of feeling all embarrassed, and if Rareta really felt like this would be bad for her, then he needed to make it so that she would come out of her shelf. The match kinda needed it to happen anyways. Speaking of the match, the bell finally rang, followed closely by the eager public's shouts. Show time. "Aight! Ready or not...!"

The match has been postponed for too long, it was time to get down to business. Daichi was quick to charge at Rareta with a smile in his face (perhaps he was starting to like this wrestling thing more) hoping to grab her with his small, yet powerful hands. "HERE I GOOOOO!!!" His main intention was to grab the girl and begin a lock up, see if she had the strength to compete with him. If she didn't managed to fight back, the femboy would just try his luck with a double-leg takedown. He functioned better in the ground, where people didn't had much room to fight against him.

For an opponent who was going to be doing unspeakable things to her body, this guy was really very polite and supportive. Enough so that Rareta would give him a weak smile at least. "Yes...I'll uhhh...try my best in this."

Then she heard the bell ring and settled into her stance as he closed with her. At first she thought he was trying a charge move, but then her lessons kicked in and she saw where his hands were. He was going for a lock up not a knock down. So she would lock her hands with his and push. This was definitely closer then the uncounted times she had locked up with her teacher, but still he was definitely stronger and the takedown flopped her onto her back.

But before he could get on top of her she would spring almost immediately back to her feet, the agilty and grace which had caught her teacher's eye on full display. Following that she would try to gain the larger section of ring by almost running up the ring post and backflipping over him.

It might sound a bit egocentric, but Daichi is quite confident that he can overpower almost anyone, so his prefered way to start about any match was with a simple lock up. And just like most times, it appeared that Rareta wasn't going to make it any more difficult for him with her strength. What the femboy didn't accounted for was that she was as agile as they come. In a quick sequence the girl was able to get out of his sight. "Uh? Where did she...?"

It wasn't until he saw behind him that the pinkette girl was in the middle of a jump from the top rope, too close to impact her lithe body with his own body for him to escape. "Oh, fritters and frickers- OUCH!!!"The result was a harsh landing that ended with Rareta on top of the femboy, her chest pressed against his petite body while some spirals replaced his eyes.

"Auuuugh... I think that you fell with your knees on my Squeedly-Spooch..." He said, stunned and without much sense behind his words. And what was worst, now he wouldn't be able to escape from anything that his opponent wanted to do with him

"Your...What?" the words he was saying seemed to make no sense to Rareta who just stood there scratching her head for a moment. All she had tried to do was land behind him but somehow she had either mis-aimed her jump or he had moved the worng way. Either way she had landed on him and her knee had hit...something.

Seeing that he was stunned for the moment she decided that she would start this off with the sexiest, most unspeakably humiliating thing she could think of...she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and gave him a kiss...on the lips. To the Shy Heiress who had been raised to be prim and proper, the idea of doing even this was almost overwhelming for her.