BEAUTY BATTLE, part 3 (Patreon)

“Dirty bitch!” Xiu Li cried out while she stripped Fang Mei’s left bosom with a vigorous jerk. Her other hand squeezed her foe’s right breast in fury, but she found more than she expected under her fingers.

“Pretty firm, isn’t it, you nasty cunt?” Fang Mei read in the beautiful features of her rival’s face. Her fingers struggled with the front fastener of Xiu Li’s bra to strip both female glands at the same time, but she couldn’t help but take revenge with a vicious squeeze on one of her nemesis’ boobs.

“Mine are pretty firm too, huh?” Xiu Li could see with satisfaction the surprise in Fang Mei’s dark eyes as the other bra straps began to rip under the pressure of her pulling.

Ten seconds later, both beauties had practically torn apart the classy lingerie, the tortured boobs almost completely freed from its lace prison. But, sharing some soft moans of pain, the women looked for more and filled their impatient hands with seductive flesh in a malicious attempt to truly tested each other’s size and firmness—the previous mutual accusations of fake boobs came to nothing as soon as they both felt what the other beauty was carrying on her chest.

“Fuck you!” the two brunettes gasped just before pull the other pair of breasts down with cruelty. The ripping sound of bra straps breaking resonated in the air and, caught off guard, Xiu Li and Fang Mei fell to the floor, their firm, round asses pounding the ground loudly.

“Dirty bitch,” Xiu Li grunted, her denim-covered ass throbbing in pain. To her surprise, she found the remnants of the other woman’s shredded lace bra in her hands, the once delicate and intricate design now lay in tatters, but she wasn’t the only one with a trophy between her fingers after the short but intense duel of tugs, scratches and squeezes.

“Filthy cunt,” Fang Mei groaned, almost a couple of meters from her. Xiu Li’s beautiful black bra was in her possession, a ruined and torn casualty of their intense interaction, but that wasn’t what got her attention: the torso of the other woman was naked, as naked as her own.

决斗的规则
The Rules of the Duel

Silence took over the private booth as both beauties’ dark eyes focused on each other’s exposed rack. Even with their enemy fully clothed, the females had known that the other brunette had been blessed with big boobs—something that the sight of their love rival in a bra had confirmed—but nothing had prepared them for what was before them at that time. Heavy and solid, the other pair of glands stood proudly high on the other chest, pushing forward without any hint of sagging despite the generous size, a deep cleavage separating the two thick, dense hemispheres in an insolent display of firmness.

Without stopping their mutual scrutiny, the Chinese beauties slowly stood up, leaving the other broken bra discarded on the floor. The other bosoms barely quivered with the movement of the women getting on their feet, exhibiting a strength, a stiffness that made Fang Mei and Xiu Li swallow nervously. There were some little red scratches here and there on the white titflesh, result of the catfight fury of seconds before, but yet both sets of milky breasts looked incredibly beautiful. A nervous energy danced beneath their skin, fueled by the uncertainty of whether their shared lover might favor the curves of the other over their own. But immediately the natural arrogance of the dark-haired beauties took over, making each one believe that her own body surpassed the allure of her sex competitor, that Yuan Hong’s heart could only beat for her, that his cock hardened more for her.

“That’s the stuff you’re bragging about so much, slut?” Fang Mei broke the silence, her full lips twisting in a cruel mockery. “Well, I’ve seen high school girls with bigger boobs, and they don’t think they’re hot shit like you do.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what did you say?” Xiu Li responded by pretending not to hear her rival. “Sorry I got distracted, but I was trying to tell the difference between your chest and your back. They look equally flat to me.”

Fang Mei licked her mouth slowly. Both were insulting each other almost childishly, telling each other obvious lies and exaggerations, but she didn’t have a problem with it—whatever she needed to humiliate that man-stealer would be fine.

“You call these trophies flat?” she mumbled, grabbing her fat pair for a few seconds. “You wish yours were half as big and firm as mine are.”

“Just look at mine, bitch.” Xiu Li briefly massaged her own bosoms. “Look how strong and full they are, and dare to tell me that bullshit again.”

Placing their hands on their hips, now dressed only in their sexy cut-offs, both women took a defiant step forward, just a little less than a meter separating now their heavy breasts from each other. At that distance, both moved their attention to the other nipples.

“Nice stiffies, you cow.” Xiu Li took the lead now. “Pink and long as Yuan Hong likes. Too bad mine are prettier and bigger.”

“Yours aren’t bad, I admit,” Fang Mei grunted back. “But the words you’re looking for are uglier and smaller if you want to compare them to mine.”

Xiu Li growled softly in response, looking at her topless opponent’s large, rough areolas. Like everything on Fang Mei’s bust—and like everything on her whole body, actually—they seemed to match their own equipment in size and shape, despite the mocking words that each beauty nastily dedicated to the other assets. Frustration simmered under Xiu Li’s skin, who couldn’t help but question the cosmic joke that had apparently conspired to reflect not only her animosity but also her physical ways on the other brunette.

“There’s nothing in your pathetic boobs that is bigger than what I have, no matter if we compare nipples, areolas or our own tits, so don’t think for a second that you are a better woman than I am,” Xiu Li said, taking a short step forward.

“You whore,” Fang Mei exhaled, moving closer to her antagonist and leaving her threatening breasts a few centimeters away from Xiu Li’s menacing pair. “Your nasty tits aren’t nearly as large as mine, your ugly nipples aren’t as stiff as mine, and your pathetic areolas look weak and repulsive.”

“You’re delirious, dirty bitch,” Xiu Li growled.

“Oh, no, it’s you who’s delirious, you fucking tramp,” Fang Mei retorted.

The air became electrified around the women, the alcohol on their breaths mixing, and the sixth sense they had both developed as attractive women in a man’s world put them on alert. There was danger, real danger in that private booth, but not because of a pervert on a street at night, or an annoyingly groping co-worker, but because two sets of firm, heavy naked bosoms were too close together, with their thick nipples pointing at each other in defiance.

“I can smash those flabby rotten baozi back into your chest without breaking a sweat,” Xiu Li found herself saying, to the surprise of her rival and herself. And yet she didn’t stop her mouth from keeping threatening. “And I can do it without using my hands.”

Fang Mei took air through her nose noisily, trying to control herself. As a ground stewardess, many people thought she had no idea what violence was, but it was those people who didn’t know anything about how dirty things used to get in her job. She had been involved in a couple of short physical altercations in her college years, but those female rivalries had been nothing compared to what she had experienced at the airport with her co-workers. Bad blood, catty comments, subtle hair-pulling…and even, on one occasion, she had ended up getting into an unprofessional fight in the locker room with another ground stewardess that no one, fortunately, had ever heard of. Fang Mei knew how to give and take a punch, and how to pin someone aggressive to the ground. But Xiu Li’s words did not speak of that; in fact, nothing that had happened or that they had said to each other since they had met in that bar was going in that predictable direction. Fang Mei felt physically threatened by the other brunette, but not because of her strength, but because of her sex appeal and similar looks. She knew that Xiu Li felt the same way about her, and that was why they were both topless in front of a stranger, arguing about boobs and nipples instead of beating each other up in a nearby alley to settle their differences. Her rival’s menacing words about smashing her breasts without using her hands made all the sense in the world in this strange, dirty rivalry.

“I don’t need my hands to dominate those soft, disgusting mochi you’ve got hanging there either,” Fang Mei finally grunted, glancing at her foe’s naked chest contemptuously. “If you’re really interested in doing this, I can crush them as flat as jianbing. I wouldn’t even charge you for the work, because it won’t take me long.”

Xiu Li could hardly believe what was going on, could hardly believe the words her rival dedicated to her with hate and the words she jealously spat out. That didn’t look remotely like any of the fights she’d had in the past, nor to her pair of catfights in college, nor to the fist brawl with a co-worker in the airplane lavatory on a flight to Los Angeles that nearly cost her her job. She didn’t know how fit that man-stealer was—although she seemed to be in good shape from what she saw in her belly, arms and legs—but somehow coming to blows with her didn’t seem to go to the root of the problem. That woman had called home, to her home, to get her out of her dream of a perfect future with Yuan Hong, and to tell her that she was fucking the man of her life. And then she had shown up with that stolen body, that stolen face to threaten her own ego, her own hotness and fuckability. Her boyfriend’s business meetings now looked in a different way, specifically in the feminine way of that dark-haired busty beauty mounting the businessman, skin to skin. Of course, the cheater had played both sides, cheating Fang Mei with the same lies, pushing both women into this dirty, intense, depraved encounter. Although Xiu Li knew that the copycat in front of her was as much of a victim as she was, she knew that she couldn’t leave that pub without first proving her and herself a few things. Only then would she deal with Yuan Hong.