Mamoru Vs. Megumi - The continuation

Mamoru certainly set a tight schedule for Megumi, demanding their fight continue only minutes after their bout in the ring ended. She was backstage, in the private room, taking off her pads, gloves and boots, but keeping her leotard on for now. She drank some water, sitting down and trying to cool off after that heated match. Absentmindedly she rubbed the sore spots on her body. She would've won against Mamoru anyways, since he didn't have a way out of that brutal grapevine, but Megumi couldn't deny that Mamoru knew how to fight. Even if he was throwing cheap moves, he still did an awful amount of damage to her.

Megumi stood back up, walking over to the full length mirror on the wall. She slowly peeled off her leopard partially, looking at the red marks on her body from where Mamoru hit her, and the bruises that were slowly starting to form. She poked one and winced. She wasn't in the best of shapes to keep on fighting, especially in what was going to be a sex match, but against Mamoru she didn't have a choice. She had pushed both of them into this with her stubbornness and sense of justice, and Mamoru's own perverse desire to punish the idol.

Mamoru would be arriving any moment now. Megumi's room had quite a large bed in it, probably due to the fact that in tension, in these apartments sexfights often occurred on these beds so they have to have lots of space. Megumi wondered if she should start the fight naked, or get Mamoru to strip her first. She guessed it would depend on what he did. The idol blushed, wondering why she was looking forward to this. She didn't like Mamoru at all, and yet in the ring she was rubbing her sex up against his member so suggestively. It was partially because she wanted to distract him, partially because she wanted to humiliate him by forcing him to cum in his pants. But Megumi couldn't deny that it felt good as well. Her body liked the attention of Mamoru's body, and even Megumi couldn't deny that the surprinsingly tall Japanese boy was attractive. If only he wasn't such an ass, then maybe Megumi might've even liked him. She sighed, sitting back down and drinking some more water. She hoped to beat some sense into him and get some closure.

Mamouru took a shower and examined his own body as he did. Megumi lived up to her reputation. She had definitely had some experience and in a wrestling match, he needed to use some cheap moves to even hang with her. Still, he had felt quite limited. He had to hold back for Cassie's sake.

But now, he had gotten Megumi to set up a match that he believed to be clearly in his favor. He had to hold nothing back and he could do whatever he pleased to Megumi. The thought of it made him quite excited. He hastily washed himself and put on some good smelling deodorant before walking back to where Megumi's suite was in some shorts and t-shirt. No nonsense, no stalling. He was fully planning to get the best of Megumi. He had also felt like he needed to show her that the two of them weren't very different at all. She was just trying to hide behind a skewed sense of justice when really she was a philanderer as well. Just because she only slutted it up with girls didn't mean a thing to Mamouru.

When he arrived at the suite, he knocked on the door gently and took a last, deep breath. He'd always dreamed about a moment like this. Making love to his favorite wrestler. Any boy would love it. But it was different. He knew the woman that hid behind the crimson wrestling outfit now. It wasn't about fulfilling a fantasy, it was about survival and destruction. Mutually so if it needed to be.

Mamoru did take a little longer than the five minutes that he said, so after a short while Megumi got tired of waiting, and went to take a quick shower herself. Even though she knew she was going to feel extremely dirty after this match, she had to feel less dirty before starting it. Mamoru's knock came right as she was finishing up. Megumi shut off the water, throwing on a long white robe while using a towel to squeeze the water out from her hair, before opening the door.

"Ah, you're here," Megumi said, "A little late, but whatever. I'm not quite finished getting ready yet either." She stepped aside, inviting Mamoru into her rooms, before heading back into the bathroom. Megumi's heartbeat rose and the nervousness came back. Even though she was a proficient fighter, and even well experienced in sexfighting, going against males was something she tried to avoid. The last time she did something like this was in high school, and it did not end well for her. She took a blowdryer and quickly began drying out her long hair, taking a few moments to brush it afterwards and make herself look neat, before grabbing the red ribbon and tying the signature bow in her hair.

She stepped out, still wrapped tightly in her robe. "So, how do you want to do this thing?" Megumi asked, "Are we just going to get down to it? Or is there some kind of ritual you like to do beforehand to prepare?" Her voice sounded a little sarcastic and challenging, as Megumi was reverting to snarkiness to hide her own nervousness.

Mamouru furrowed his brow at Megumi's comment but stepped in. His eyes instantly went to the robe as he tried to glimpse as much of her exposed skin as he could. "Forgive me, Megumi-chan." Mamouru said flippantly as he strolled in. He watched her blow dry her hair and listened to her words.

"I don't see the point in trying to pussy foot around. We both know why we're here. It's a shame though..." He said with a smirk. "It would have been nice to just lay you down properly and take you." Mamouru peeled his shirt off and then stood up. He looked at Megumi and then nodded to her as he let his pants drop as well, leaving him fully exposed.

"I hope you're ready, Megumi-chan." He said as he waited for her as well.

Megumi watched as Mamoru stood up, taking off his clothes. His body was fit, all muscle and very well conditioned. He had a fighter's body for sure. Megumi saw the marks on his torso from their fight and felt a little sense of accomplishment. She did just as much damage to him as he did to her it seemed. That fight really was close; if Megumi hadn't gotten that last hold she might've actually lost. She couldn't treat him like easy prey, like the way she was thinking before.

Then Mamoru dropped his pants, and Megumi's eyes followed his shorts down until she laid eyes on his member. Megumi blushed, her heartbeat quickening again. It was certainly quite a decent size, even when not fully hard. Megumi wasn't sure she could resist the sensation if Mamoru went all the way inside of her... she hoped he would be average, but he was above average for sure.

With Mamoru naked, Megumi undid her robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall onto the ground in a heap, exposing her body as well. Megumi placed one hand on her hips, her other hand at her side, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself, which also pushed out her breasts. She was getting excited already, in more ways than one.

"Do you like what you see Mamoru?" Megumi said, "Take a close look. This body will defeat yours tonight." She closed her eyes, squinting them shut to get into her zone. When she opened them, her nervousness had faded, replaced by a burning desire to compete and win!

Mamouru watched carefully as Megumi disrobed. He wasn't afraid to be naked in front of a girl. He was thrilled by it. He had been waiting for Megumi since he'd arrived. He'd seen her naked before, having watched her Hentai matches, but seeing it in person, the way she was doing it ust for him, was a completely different experience. He let his eyes go up and down her immaculate form and smiled.

"You're beautiful, Megumi-chan." He said sincerely. He smiled. "No matter... how things go tonight and what happens between us beyond that, let me take a moment to enjoy you thoroughly. I want to treasure it." He said and continued to look at her while she stood before him. When he was finished, he stepped forward and crouched. "Alright." He said and looked at Megumi. "I don't think we'll need any official rules laid down. We'll both know when it's over. Let's get started, shall we?"

The way Mamoru was looking at her made Megumi feel slightly uncomfortable, despite the sincerity of his tone when he complimented her looks. She blushed, looking away for a moment and scowling while crossing her arms underneath her breasts. "A-are you done yet?" she said, "If you are, let's start. We both know how these matches go. First to surrender is it? That's fine by me."

Megumi raised her arms as well and lowered her hips into a crouch. She circled Mamoru, keeping her eyes on him. This was going to be an animalistic fight, she feared. They weren't even on the bed. Mamoru seemed intent on crushing her whatever way he could. Megumi felt the same way.

"Let's go!" Megumi said, stepping in to try and grab Mamoru's shoulders, trying to use her strength to wrestle him down to his knees.

Mamouru nodded and when Megumi got into her stance, his muscles tensed up. It was a clash to see who could break the other. The ultimate struggle. When Megumi went high, Mamouru went low. He needed to use his grappling to try and keep the idol pinned down. He lowered his head and tried to grab onto Megumi's leg to try and hook her and pull her onto her back.

Megumi grunted when Mamoru suddenly went low and struck at her legs, grabbing her thighs while Megumi didn't get a grip on him at all. Mamoru pulled back, but Megumi refused to fall without a fight. She quickly bent over and grabbed Mamoru around the waist, pressing her breasts against Mamoru's back, grunting as Mamoru pulled at her legs and made her slip, lifting her legs up.

"You're not getting the better of me Mamoru. If I fall, you fall!" Megumi said fiercely, as she tried to push against Mamoru, struggling to remain balanced.

Mamouru smirked as she felt Megumi wrap her arms around his body and left him doubled over. He was already starting to get pretty hot from it. he held onto her leg as she tried to maintain her balance. She was right. In their position, he would knock himself over if he tried to pull her down.

But he had to show Megumi that this was serious business. That he WAS here to break her. Instead of pulling away or trying to wriggle free or even making them both crash to the floor, Mamouru slid a hand up Megumi's leg and tried to push his finger into Megumi's pussy. He would have no qualms about fingering her in their twister-like position.