The Training of Chun-Li
What happens in the dojo...
The dojo was unusually quiet, the soft shuffling of her feet on the tatami and the occasional creak of wood from the beams above. The dust motes moved through the air gracefully, and I took a deep breath, centering myself. I returned her bow, my palms sweating just slightly.
I’d watched her warm up as I had done the same, her movements fluid and precise despite her large bust and exposed thighs. I found myself admiring her with a mixture of professional jealousy and a perverse desire to know what she was wearing beneath her qipao. Now, with our bodies sufficiently warmed and the blood pumping through our veins, we faced off in the center of the tatami.
“Ready?” she asked, squatting slightly, lowering her centre of gravity, spreading her thighs. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself. She caught me looking and smiled.
We circled each other for a moment, our naked feet pressing softly into the mat. I lunged, making the first move, testing her defenses with a quick jab. She blocked it effortlessly, her forearm like iron against mine. She countered with a sweep, her movements fluid and controlled.
And then she caught me.
In one swift motion, she hooked my ankle and sent me tumbling to the mat. Before I could recover, she straddled me, her thighs pinning my hips to the floor, her hands on my shoulders, holding me down. I felt a thrill pass through my body.
“Submit?” she asked.
I froze. Her face was inches from mine, her exposed thighs gripping my sides like a vice, her strength overwhelming and yet…
I swallowed hard, trying to focus.
“I’m not ready to submit to you yet…” I managed to reply, though my voice was softer than I intended. “It is you who will submit first.”
Her smirk deepened. “Show me how.”
I twisted my hips, using the momentum to throw her off-balance and flip her onto her back. Now I was the one on top, straddling her waist, pinning her wrists above her head.
“Not bad,” she said, her breathing quick but steady. Her lips parted slightly, her gaze locking onto mine. “But you haven’t made me submit yet…”
I stayed where I was, looking down at her body, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips curved into a teasing smile…
“Is this fight over?” she asked. “Or do you like having me like this?”
I felt my cheeks flush and I realized that I did like it.
Fuck it. I only had one chance at this.
I pushed my body against hers, our breasts meeting, my lips pressing against hers. Her body stiffened in shock and fear and then softened, melting beneath me and returning my kiss.
But this wasn’t like any kiss.
Her mouth opened against mine, our tongues making contact and moving against each other, continuing the sparring as we sucked and licked. I felt saliva building up in my mouth and some of it escaped from the corners of our joined lips, running down my chin. I felt embarrassed, but to my surprise, she licked it from me, her hand moving to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. I opened my mouth wider, and more of our saliva mixed as our tongues continued sliding against each other. The kiss was wet and messy, and when we briefly separated, strings of saliva stretched between our mouths before breaking. Her lips were swollen and wet, glistening in the dim light of the dojo before she pulled me back for another kiss, this time even more intense and wet than the first. Meanwhile, my hands loosened their grip, sliding down to her shoulders, taking with it the fabric of her outfit. To my surprise, it came away loosely, revealing Chun-Li’s huge round perfect breasts.
To my surprise, her nipples were already hard.
That’s when I knew I had to taste them.
