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

Yeah, it looked like Rareta was a bit weirded out by Dai's anatomy, and what's worst, she needed to get accustomed to it if she wanted to have a chance to beat him. Luckily for her, the androgynous boy was stunned enough that he didn't put much of a fight when the attractive gal wrapped his petite torso with her arms, and then she moved up, going straight for the kill as he was defenseless!

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The kill? More like, she went for the kiss... Rareta was kissing Daichi in the lips. It was a bit endearing really, quite an adorable show, some of the spectators actually -D'awwww'd- at this, but no one besides the Egyptian girl really thought that this was how one won Hentai matches. Not even Daichi was that impressed. He was blushing from receiving a kiss from a girl as pretty as Rareta, yes. But considering that this was a battle of sex, that was the very least expected of it.

Once the kiss finished, the brunette teen would look Rareta in the eye, his emerald irises giving her a patient and caring stare, almost loving. He had to thank a lot of people for building up his confidence, he's received so many lustful and passionate kisses to be overwhelmed right now. "Not bad, but you can do better~" He said to the pinkette girl, releasing his arms so he could use his hands to explore Rareta's body with them, being extremely cautious to not be too daring to scare the girl, but still very much more teasing than a simple kiss in the lips. The femboy got close to his opponent's ear, whispering something to her:

"Want me to instruct you~?" He said, before beginning to lick and bite her neck with eagerness, he hoped that she accepted so bad.

Before she could think better she was nodding yes. His hands traveling all over her body, the way he attacked her neck. All if it created such a sensation of pleasure that fir one heart stopping moment she could do nothing but accept what was happening. "Ummm...yes...please, I want to be able to give this my all. Please teach me." She had not realized just how badly she had wanted to be taught this. The one thing Rebecca had never taught her...how to make love in the ring.

Daichi might not be the sharpest crayon in the toolbox, but even he could understand that Rareta wasn't much for sexual fights, from the time it took her to get on stage, to all of this small attempts to be flirty via kissing and hugging. Pretty PG13, and he would have been fine with this if this wasn't the kind of match that needed spicer action. The brunette boy giggled at her enthusiasm, she was very endearing. "Okay, I'll show you, first of all...~" The pretty boy returned the kiss to the pink-haired rookie, perhaps as revenge, or perhaps he liked the taste~

"Kissing's fine, but lips aren't the main dish, they're just dessert~" He said after breaking the kiss, leaving a trail of kisses that went lower and lower, passing through her clavicles to her cute breasts and her bellybutton. "The bullseye is..." His face was very close to Rareta's crotch, Daichi pulled her panties with his teeth, looking up to see her with those big shining emerald-colored eyes of his. "In a more intimate place~" He finished, lowering her Hentai Costume with his mouth until she was bare.

Even through her more Mocha complexion it was painfully obvious to everyone present that Rareta was blushing so hard as the trail of kisses lead down her body. She shivered a lot as he passed between her breasts but then he got to "the bullseye" as he had called it and as her slit was revealed she reflexively shot her hands down to cover it. Her face burned as she heard the lewd cries coming from the crowd, and that, coupled with her own nervousness had her scooting into the corner. Only the resolve of not disappointing Rebecca kept her in the ring, otherwise she would have been out of there so fast.

It had to be said, the normally meek femboy would make a full turn the moment he was in a Hentai Match. It was only natural, he received quite a good amount of rough love, never said better, during his first matches of this type. Call it a survival thing, but Daichi wouldn't be so submissive in a sex fight, not after his experience costed him a fair amount of humiliation. For as much as he didn't liked it, he would definitely show this girl what he was capable of.

Rareta was quick to withdraw to the corner, figures. He honestly felt so bad for her, she was like a scared bunny, pretty much like he would have reacted for his first time against a daring opponent. The brunette male came close towards her. "The corner is such a lovely place to be. You know~?"

Daichi felt like... He probably should go easy on Rareta, not enough to actually lose, but enough for her to learn like he did. The androgynous boy lifted his smooth, supple leg until it was hanging from the mid-rope of that post where she just cornered herself. "Alright missy... Should I put you in the mood before hand then~?" He asked in a sultry voice that made him actually sound male for once.

With his captive opponent there, Daichi got close to her, without touching her, didn't wanted to scare her further. He swayed his hips to some imaginary rhythm getting his groin close to Rareta's own entrance, effectively starting to dance sexy for his opponent. "Feel free to touch some if you see anything you like~" He said, looking at her with a small twink, turning his back to her and pushing his round, firm, skirt clad rear end against her groin, effectively starting to twerk some in her lap, making sure that she probably would see that he was wearing a thong down there.

At first as he approached she recoiled in horror, herself still not mentally prepared. But then a curious thing began to happen, as he danced in front of her, swaying the hips in front of her, she began to sway to the same imaginary rhythm. As she did, she felt something a lot more primal began to wash over her, making her feel and think things she never had before. The sheltered heiress was getting a true experience in feelings that books and tutors just could not replicate. She felt a sudden urge to reach up, to touch the bulge in front of her, to experience things she had only ever heard about. So even without realizing it her hand rose to his hip, the tip of her finger reaching out to touch the thing covered bulge in front of her.

Normally, having a girl start to rub his bulge would have Daichi squeaking like a guinea pig. But given that it was Rareta, all he really was able to do was gasp in surprise. Looked like the girl was finally growing some guts, or perhaps she was tired of being a spectator and she wanted to start having fun? Whatever it was, the brunette was extremely glad to see that she was starting to stand up for herself. "Woah... Don't take this the wrong way, but your hands were made for this~"

Daichi smiled a bit at her, not a sensual smile really, more of the kinda smile he would give to her if she was beating him in Smash Melee. Now she was ready to take off the training wheels.

Getting a hold of her thighs, Daichi grabbed Rareta and began to kiss her again like she did, only this time he invited himself inside her, starting to seize the deeps of her mouth with his tongue.Making sure to be gentle for his apprentice and also to keep their lips connected. The young man sat back slowly, letting her be sitting on top of his hips, finally separating both their tongues in a small trail of saliva, his green eyes looking at her and caressing her ebony, smooth legs all the while.

"Good kisser~ I'll reward you some. You get a freebie to do as you please next. Do surprise me, Missy~" He said, still talking to her as if he was the one in control even if he just handed it to her on a silver platter.

Rareta had always envisioned these matches as more struggles for domination, closer to catfights then actual love-making. To her, it was an act that one only performed if they were sure of themselves, and that very clearly ruled Rareta out. But this new experience, of something less violent and more tender was so much more than she ever could have imagined. She now understood why master Rebecca and her husband seemed to be addicted to it. She had snuck in one time to see what it was like and though she had only been able to watch about 5 minutes before running away in Shame, it had shown her what was possible. So when he gave her free reign, she decided to try one of the 2 things she saw that night. Taking hold of his shorts, she lowered them just enough to see his member flop out. Before her courage left her, she decided to try really rubbing it with her hands, feeling the size and texture of it and trying hard to ignore the burning in her face

Daichi of all people, probably didn't had the moral high ground to tell off others. Specially since no earlier than a year ago he himself didn't know Sugar Honey Iced Tea of Hentai Matches. He could only bring himself to comprehend the predicament in which Rareta probably found herself. He gasped at the feel of her hands around his member, he hoped she wouldn't be intimidated by how big it was, that she'd need both hands to grab it in its entirety.

"Good. You're doing great~"

He said with a little smile, not a sexy smile mind you, but the smile he'd give if he was teaching her Mario Kart and she's just blue-shelled him to win the race. He didn't had a very gentle introduction to the Hentai scenario, so he wanted to be that comforting first experience for this girl. But this was still a match, so he also moved his hands to start caressing the girl's waist and hips with the utmost level of gentleness, only wanted to work her up after all.

"Follow my rhythm Rareta-chan~ Nice and easy does it~"