Lil Luci Lollipop vs. Haruka Amami (complete)

Luci let out another squeal as Haruka continued with her tickling, squirming frantically and letting out a cute "no!" as her fingers spider crawled across her tummy to get to the sensitive belly button.. Luci tried to twist herself to one side to cover herself up a little and hide more ticklish zones over her body, she found herself panting from the tickling against the inside of Haruka's leg

"Iie," Haruka found herself giggling as she held Luci tight and down. "I'll make you submit!" She would make to reposition her captive so that Luci's belly button would once more be exposed to her attack. Then, blushing but enthusiastic, her right hand would reach out to make for Luci's cleavage, to rub her fingers into that shallow, certainly ticklish valley.

"Ahhh!" Luci cried out through forced giggles from the tickling as she was forced over onto her back again and the tickling resumed as if there would be no escape from it... Luci squirmed fratically, her soft warm skin was starting to get a little moist as Haruka's tickling alone was breaking the kawaii champion into a sweat!!

Luci felt a brush against the inside of her breast, her hand moving instinctively to her chest and feeling Haruka's wrist there... at her cleavage! A big time blush spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as she looked down..

"H-Haruk-.." She started but then the Japanese kawaii girl started tickling her there in her cleavage too.. Luci bit onto her lower lip, eyes squinting shut as she twisted from side to side, her nipples poking bit through her white vest, although Haruka might not be able to see it with how Luci was squirming so much

"Eh..."

Haruka's position did give her a good look at Luci's top. Her blush was actually much deeper than the beleaguered Canadian kawaii champion. While she was doing all the tickling, it was also her first time attempting such a naughty attack.

So she gulped at the sight of Luci's nipples straining against the fabric clothing them. She then shut her eyes, trying to will away the sight. "G-give up already!" Her fingertips rubbed into Luci's cleavage and belly button in a very flustered manner. "Or else!"

Luci started to pant really loud and raggedly, this tickling was starting to get to her big time and the longer Haruka kept it up, the worse Luciâ€s chances was looking in this match…

It had already gotten her panting and made her nipples stiffen, now she found herself being broken into a sweat as the fine sheen of perspiration on her skin turned into multiple droplets that started to trickle down her body and dampen her vest. Whatâ€s more there was a certain tingling sensation deep between her thighs now and she new a little wetness was starting to build up…

“Stop it!” Luci cried out, getting so flustered by now… Likelihood of escape was pretty low because she couldnâ€t concentrate on struggling and her wriggling was just random movements that rubbed herself against Haruka.. Luci resolve was faltering

Haruka had never thought tickling could be so nerve-wracking. She, too, was starting to perspire now from the effort she invested in holding Luci in place. And she was the one doing the tickling!

Still, she giggled. She was ahead insofar as she understood the current flow of the match. Her nonstop assault on Luci's belly button and cleavage had the champ panting and pleading.

"Submit, then, Luci-chan," Haruka urged as her fingers continued to stroke Luci's sensitive spots. She wasn't taunting, just worrying a bit. No one could take that much tickling without some sort of lingering side effect (though she had no idea just what kind of effect she was eliciting). "It's only two points... I'd still have three points to go..."

So far she hadn't noticed the slowly spreading wetness upon the cute panties pressed against her belly. She thought it was probably just sweat. Of course, once she realized what it really was about...

"Oh jeez.. I-I.. *pant* I c-can't take this nnnh!!" Luci whimpered, eyes shutting tightly enough that tear drops formed at the corners, to breathless to keep giggling. Not being able to get enough air was making Luci feel giddy and her own restless struggling under the bombardment of Haruka's relentless fingers made her body feel red hot.

"Ah!! I s-submit.. please!!" She spluttered out as the tickling forced her body to undergo a number of quick session spasms. Her hand tapping on the top of the bed beside her

That spluttered submission officially made Haruka's night. "Yatta!" she happily exclaimed. She released Luci at once, victoriously pumped her now-free hands into the air. "I got two points!"

After a few moments spent basking in her career-first accomplishment, Haruka, the brunette idol girl looked over the champion. "Are you all right, Luci-chan?"

The giddy Haruka hadn't expected kawaii-style matches to be so involving and exhausting. While she had always respected Luci, now she was somewhat in awe of this small girl.

While Haruka celebrated, Luci seemed to be a flustered mess: Panting in an cute but exaggeratedly ragged and spluttered manner... Her cheeks bright pinky red... Her vest all in a twist around her body and nipples sticking out through it, the right breast showing a little where the vest had risen up... Not to mention a wet patch now on her faint pink panties that she wouldn't be able to hide easy, at least not while she was still laying with her thighs either side of Haruka's hips in the sit down power bomb position.

She turned her head slowly to one side.

"Y-yeah.. I... I just need a bit.." She said with her eyes clothes, not even realizing in her dizziness the kind of view she was giving Haruka

Haruka's gape of astonishment at Luci's disheveled appearance gave way to ear-steaming embarrassment once certain parts finally caught her attention. And when she realized she'd just wrought all that humiliation on her opponent-

"Guwah!" She scrambled backwards away from Luci, arms flailing and face burning."G-g-go-gomenasai! I-I-I didn't notice! I didn't mean it!" She began kowtowing rapidly and repeatedly in the Japanese manner of intense apology.