My Favorite Pressure Point (Patreon)

He was on shaky legs, but wasn’t ready to fall just yet… this kind of opportunity was a golden one. It wasn’t every day that a man got to participate in a Keijo fight! Well, okay, so it wasn’t official, it was more just an exhibition that the girls thought would be funny to put together, but it sure felt legit enough!

With great effort, he managed to stay upright on the platform elevated above the water, as per tradition in a Keijo match. To the uninitiated, Keijo fights are a little bit like sumo matches; the goal is to shove opponents off the platform and into the water. But use of limbs is forbidden, they are only allowed to attack with their hips and chest. Oh yeah, and the participants are always voluptuous women in skimpy bathing suits! So you can perhaps see why this man was excited to get involved, even though he’s obviously at a huge disadvantage…

Especially because standing across from him was a true pro. Short, wavy hair of a light magenta hue framed her pretty face. The color matched her eyes, which stared intensely at her opponent, glimmering with the excitement of combat. The only thing she wore, as per tradition, was a one-piece swimsuit - yellow with purple trim, as was her favored attire. As was seemingly a necessity in her sport, she was a shapely one, her enormous bosom packed tightly in her swimsuit which clung tightly to her smooth supple skin. It similarly struggled to contain her massive ass, which had in the past proven to be one of the most dangerous booties on Earth.

Her name was Hanabi Kawai. She was an A-Rank Keijo player, famed for her disciplined style which targeted pressure points. While considered a bright and cheerful girl away from the arena, she had a passion for fighting that could seemingly turn her into a different person in the heat of combat. Her intensely serious fighting demeanor could intimidate some, but for the guy she was in there with… it was exactly what he’d hoped to see.

“Are you really here to fight?” she asked, “Or are you just here to give me a salute?!”

In his little speedo, it was hard to conceal his throbbing erection. Being battered around by Hanabi’s assets could do that to you.

Probably didn’t help matters that she had seemingly already taken a dip in the pool, for just exercise before this, as she was glistening wet. She also found herself bobbing on the balls of her feet, causing her enormous breasts to bounce in a hypnotic rhythm.

The boy stood shaking, but knew he had to atleast pretend to put up a fight, so he struck with the only thing he could… he leaped forward and thrust his crotch right towards her! To this, Kawai simply turned around and the man found his erection crashing against her big, beautiful backside!

He cranked his head up towards the sky and let out a long, lustful groan as his bulge rubbed against her soft, wet, jiggling booty. Hanabi didn’t have to do anything but stand there as he was clearly weakening by the second. She sighed at this, the glint in her eye disappearing, “I’d hoped for more of a challenge… but it seems like you’re about to finish yourself if I let you.”

The man stood there, his pelvis thrust against Kawai’s ass, unable to take himself away, as just the contact alone was sending him into an absolute frenzy. If they simply stayed like this long enough, he’d explode for sure! But Hanabi wasn’t interested in prolonging things…

So, she reared forward and then unleashed a swift hip attack - rather gentle, for her standards - aimed right at his crotch! It was of course a direct hit, and one that had him howling in ecstasy even as it sent him flying! The young man filled his trunks with his seed in mid-air, screaming “YES!” as he plummeted into the pool.

Kawai rolled her eyes at the display. At first, she was pretty embarrassed by things like this, but this was her fourth exhibition match of the day and they’d all ended the same way, so she was more just annoyed by it. It seemed that the guys didn’t really want to fight at all, and were only interested in being smacked around by her T&A. Unimaginable, isn’t it…?

As the man surfaced along the water, floating gently with a goofy, contented smile on his face, Hanabi walked off, obviously not feeling anywhere near as satisfied herself.

‘I guess I should be glad I’m getting this kind of attention. I am in the market for a boyfriend after all…’ she thought to herself. ‘But a guy like that…? I dunno, he’s cute but… the thing that really gets me excited is fighting. So I think what I need is a guy that can hang with me, give me a real thrill…!’

She stopped in her tracks as something occurred to her. She’d been hearing stories of a local street tough that’d taken over a fight pit on the edge of town. The word is that he was undefeated, and that nobody had even managed to hurt him; some went so far as to call him invincible and impervious to pain.

Hanabi couldn’t help but imagine some grotesque brute when she thought about this, so she wasn’t so sure of how much she’d like him, but the thought of a serious challenge was still exciting. So far today she hadn’t even broken a sweat, and didn’t want her day off to go to waste, so she opted to track this fight pit down.

----- Later That Night -----

While this fight club was rather secretive, a day’s searching led her to a nondescript door in the back of an unmarked building. Dressed in a plain white tee, red track pants with a matching track jacket and a pair of sneakers, she entered the building. This led her into a smoky, dingy area that felt like a dive bar. She was a little skeeved out, but trudged on…

There, in the center, there was a spotlight shining on a round stage, the only well-lit portion of the room. Two men were tussling, though the other was clearly overwhelmed. As she pushed forward through the crowd to get a better look, absent-mindedly hip bumping and titslapping the hell out of a few folks where need be, she heard the crowd speak in awe…

“That’s him, isn’t it? The guy everyone was talking about…” “Yeah, Tetsuya is his name, he’s not human…” “He’s supposed to be like, supernaturally tough right? People just can’t hurt him?” “Some say he’s got diamond skin or something… can’t be true.” “Looks true enough to me! That other guy’s helpless!”

Kawai managed to get to the front row of spectators just in time to witness the pit champion’s hapless foe being hoisted up high and tossed down to the floor. Meekly, he groaned, “I… surrender…”

She watched on from behind as the dominant man arced his head up to the crowd and asked, “Is this all you have for me? Is there no one here that can give me a true challenge?”

Hanabi was a little surprised to hear his voice. It was quite nice, husky and soothing, nothing like what she’d imagined the man sounding like. Then, he turned towards her… and her heart nearly stopped.

The man was, as you’d imagine, a herculean figure, muscular and defined all over with abs chiseled out of stone; this was shown off quite well since all he wore was a pair of black pants. But what really stuck out to her was his long flowing mane of dark hair, and his piercing brown eyes…

“O-Oh my goodness… he’s… beautiful…!” Hanabi gasped, thankful that he couldn’t hear her over the raucous crowd.

“Well? Any takers?” he asked, his voice sounding like that of a prince, having come to offer his hand to a worthy bride. “Surely there’s someone here that I haven’t faced already!”

Hanabi knew then what she had to do. She thrust her hand up like she was volunteering to take on a question from a teacher and yelled, “Me! You haven’t faced me yet! I-I’ll take you on, Tetsuya!”

The room went silent as the attention turned to the young woman who had just turned 20. A few scattered laughs could be heard as Tetsuya locked eyes with her. She felt herself melting a little bit at his gaze but tried not to show it.

“Hm… never fought a woman before.” he noted. “Not sure how I feel about that…”

“I’m not just any woman!” Kawai noted. “I’m an A-Rank Keijo player! I’m a professional fighter just like you!”

Tetsuya raised an eyebrow at this, and a man behind Hanabi cackled at the sound of it. “Hah! Keijo! Oh yeah, the live skin show… hah, heck of a combat sport. Is he supposed to take on a stripper next…?”

That remark quickly doured Hanabi’s mood, as she pivoted towards him and launched her breast towards his face like a cannonball. This smacked him silly, leaving him twirling like a ballerina before falling flat to the floor, much to some people’s gasps.

She whipped back around, boobs swaying wildly, even though they were triple-contained at the moment. “See that?!” she asked.

Tetsuya smirked, “Okay, I see you can do some damage… still. It’d feel a little weird hitting a lady…”

“But I’ll do anything to get my hands on you!” she shouted with a bouncy leap, letting her thirst show for a moment.

Tetsuya once again raised an eyebrow as he gazed through her. Blushing, Hanabi lowered her hand and clarified, “Uh, what I mean is… I’ll up the ante! And say that the loser of the match has to do whatever the winner says! A-And it could be anything!”

Hanabi’s stressing of that got quite the reaction out of the crowd, as they began catcalling and wolf whistling at the thought…

“Hm. I can tell you really want this.” Tetsuya remarked, a small smirk appearing on his deceptively gentle face. “Ahh, why not? I’ll give you a shot, come up here!”

He beckoned for Kawai to step up to the stage. She beamed with excitement at the prospect, kicking her shoes off before climbing up - she wasn’t used to fighting with much clothing on at all, certainly not with any footwear.

Tetsuya was quite patient as he stood off at the opposite edge, waiting for her to take her jacket off. He couldn’t help but stare at her expansive bosom, admiring it’s sheer size as it stretched out her white tee; but he managed to look away before she could notice. Taking a deep breath, Hanabi stepped towards the center, prepared for battle. Fights where fists were actually allowed were new to her, but she didn’t want to give that away, so she put up her dukes as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Hm. I think I’ll let you take the first swing.” Tetsuya stated, pointing at his chin. “See if you still want this fight after that…”

Hanabi was a little perplexed, but opted to take the invitation. “You asked for it!” she yelled as she swung her fist right at his handsome mug. She nailed him in the jaw with a surprising amount of force, given she hasn’t thrown too many punches in her time… but Tetsuya simply smiled. Kawai’s eyes went wide as the rumors of this man being invulnerable to pain crept back in her mind…

“Mmm… doesn’t feel like that one really counted.” Tetsuya argued as Hanabi’s arm made a sheepish retreat. “Go for another one… give me your best shot. Show me your Keijo techniques, I’m interested to see them…”

“W-Well, if that’s how you want it…” Hanabi remarked, trying to hide her excitement and nervousness of facing such a tough opponent.

She rushed up towards Tetsuya, hands outstretched. This got him to brace for a tackle, but she stopped just short - in a flash, she brought her arms in and made her breasts smash together. A loud clapping sound emerged. Even Tetsuya couldn’t help but gasp in surprise and awe… this Boob Slap was a common tactic of hers that never failed to take opponents off guard. Hanabi took the opportunity to slip behind, leaping into the air and twirling her voluptuous body. Tetsuya turned to her just in time to see her hip smash right into the side of his face! Her enormous ass jiggled and swayed mightily and came in to slap him as she put her whole body into the attack…

…but he did not fall. In fact, much to Hanabi’s shock, she found herself seated on his shoulder afterwards as the man stayed perfectly upright. She tried to glance over towards him, but couldn’t get a good look at his face, but she imagined that he was entirely stonefaced as her attack had seemingly no effect.

This was convenient for Tetsuya - she didn’t notice him blushing madly as she pushed her enormous booty deeper against his cheeks. Her attack didn’t hurt him, but it certainly had an effect of a different sort.

Not wanting her to discover this, the man shoved her away and she landed on her bare feet. Hanabi scurried away, trying to avoid a counter-attack. The truth was, though, that he had no intention of hitting her. She was simply too pretty and too pure for him to want to hurt, he hoped to instead have her wear herself out attacking him.

Meanwhile Hanabi’s mind raced, trying to figure out what she could do now. An attack like that would normally knock out any opponent in one shot, but against him it did nothing! She looked down at her track pants… she wondered if it was possible that they were hindering her somehow. Maybe a direct attack is more powerful? That would explain the skimpy attires that they usually have Keijo fighters compete in…

Wanting to test this theory out more, she circled Tetsuya. He didn’t have much of a fighting stance, seemingly keeping an eye on his opponent and turning along with her. Eventually she leapt at him… her speed was beyond his, not that he was making much effort to dodge anyway. As she flew towards him, she swung her chest back and forth - her large bountiful breasts swayed magnificently, smacking him across the left cheek and then the right!

As she landed, Hanabi took hold of her bosoms and fired them forward repeatedly like pistons, jackhammering his abdomen with her enormous, soft yet powerful tits. She backed off to survey the damage, but to her dismay, he was motionless once again.

Well, there was some motion, but it was hard for her to notice as it was strictly in his pants… Tetsuya closed his eyes, trying to contain his lust. But while this was a struggle, to Hanabi, it simply looked as though he were already bored of her attacks.

A fist gripped, teeth grit, Hanabi’s eyes lit up with the heat of battle. “Don’t you disrespect me!” she growled. “I’ll show you what I’m really made of!”

To Tetsuya’s surprise, the Keijo fighter grabbed her shirt and hoisted it overhead, tossing it aside. Her breasts were now contained only in a white sports bra, which struggled mightily to conceal them. Her bosom bounced more mightily than ever as she donned a fighting stance once more. To this, he actually backed up a little bit, concerned about how difficult it might become to control his arousal.

Hanabi smiled at this, believing that she had begun to intimidate him… that was true, from a certain point of view.

She rushed forward, breasts bouncing heavily and wildly with each step… Tetsuya’s eyes went wide as he realized that she was once again sending them his way and he couldn’t quite move in time. This time the method was different, as she seemingly attempted to leap over him - her form was similar to that of a dolphin as she descended… of course, while her head easily soared past him, her breasts were too large for that! They smashed into his face with maximum force, he felt nothing but a massive bit of bare flesh!

Tetsuya panicked at this and tried to flee but actually got tripped up doing so, and fell onto his back - with Hanabi landing boobsfirst on top of him! She was smothering him with her breasts, and for all the spectators it looked for sure like she’d actually knocked him down!

Kawai shouted, “YES!”, proud of her feat as she pinned him deeper against the floor! Of course, at the end of the day, Tetsuya was much stronger so he did manage to shove her away. As he scrambled to his feet, Hanabi swung her chest once more, aiming again for the head - this time he was finally motivated enough to put his all into dodging and he just narrowly managed to avoid her this time.

Tetsuya rolled backwards in his attempt to avoid the attack. As Hanabi got back to a fighting pose, she got a look at his face… he was actually panting, breathing heavy! It elated and excited her to see that she was actually pushing him! What’s more, she noticed how red-faced he was… he was embarrassed! It wasn’t every day that someone actually knocked him down like that!

The crowd was in an uproar over the events, cheering madly too… although that had admittedly been the case ever since Hanabi took her shirt off. Still, the effect she was having on Tetsuya was definitely part of it too! Nobody expected anyone to budge the pit champion at this point, least of all this unsuspecting young woman!

“Hahahah, I’ve got you now!” Hanabi remarked, a villainous smirk on her beautiful face. “Direct attacks are the key! And I’ve got a lot more where that came from! If my chest techniques are too much for you… then my hip attacks will have you in submission for sure!”

Tetsuya gasped as she grabbed the top of her pants. “W-Wait, hold on…!” he groaned, trying to think of some elegant way to explain what was really going on.

But it was to no avail, Hanabi stripped her pants right off, much to the delight of the crowd. The panties she wore were white to match the bra. They were supposed to be most, but with how unrelentingly thicc her thighs and booty were, anything would look sensuous. Indeed, her panties seemed to hug her, squeezing her delicates, and it looked at any moment like her ass could just burst right through them.

Now in nothing but her undies, Hanabi was a real sight and the largely drunken horny crowd was all too excited, catcalling and whistling aplenty - however, Kawai was so focused on combat that she didn’t even seem to notice this. Indeed, her passion and focus on fighting was such that she really didn’t give much thought to the fact that she was nearly nude.

As she approached Tetsuya once more, her breasts, ass and thighs rippling with each movement, he realized that if this went on much longer he’d have himself a very humiliating experience… his cock was already twitching just from the sight after all!

So for once he decided to act first, coming in to tackle her. But again, while his strength was unmistakable, Hanabi did have him beat in speed. She demonstrated this by leapfrogging him - Tetsuya ended up having to put his hands to the floor to keep from faceplanting. And this put him right where Hanabi wanted him. A glint appeared in her eye as she leaped high into the air… before Tetsuya even realized what was happening, she landed her gigantic ass right onto the nape of his neck, and really, the entire back of his head!

She came down heavy as could be as she cried out, “How do you like the Butt Guillotine, Tetsuya?!”

The overwhelming weight of her ass made it that much more difficult for him to bear, the feeling was unlike anything else he’d ever experienced. The fighter couldn’t help but let out a lustful groan, though Hanabi mistook it as pained. He lurched backwards and Hanabi again landed on her feet. Now Tetsuya was behind her…

He got back to a standing position as quickly as he could, but Kawai was ready for this - she thrust her ass backwards with a classic hip attack, aimed right at his crotch! “Time to attack the most vulnerable pressure point of all!” she joked as her booty slammed right into his groin full force!

This would debilitate most men in a number of ways. For Tetsuya, even this didn’t really hurt, but it for damn sure had a massive effect all the same. The mighty man lurched his head back and let out a mighty howl, groaning deeply…

Hanabi’s eyes went wide with surprise and her cheeks reddened when the realization finally hit her. This time, even in her fighting stupor, it was impossible not to realize how distinctly lustful his moan was. Moreover, she couldn’t help but feel the greatest evidence of his arousal as it poked betwixt her cheeks.

“H-Huh…? Wait… wait, could it… could it be…?” she asked herself, as she shook her backside, grinding it against the throbbing bulge in Tetsuya’s pants. The friction nearly sent him to the brink as he cried out in ecstasy.

Hanabi shot away from him and turned around to get a better look at his expression… she saw the blush in a whole new light now. His eyes were turned towards the ceiling, he was biting his bottom lip, doing everything in his power to keep from losing control…

Slowly, the Keijo fighter looked down at her incredible body. Had it really never occurred to her how insanely desirable she was? Did she think the boys from before were just lonely and desperate when they begged to face her? That only sad perverts would be so infatuated with her figure?

Finally, she peered out into the crowd and started hearing the lewd things they were saying. Many were just cheering uproariously, some had began chanting her name, but many commented on her titanic tits and massive ass. A few were heard begging her to sit on their face next, others raunchily suggesting that she lose the bra…

And again she looked at Tetsuya, clearly engorged with lust despite his best efforts. And it became crystal clear that, in fact, every hetereo male was pretty keen on her… and here she was, standing there in her undies.

“Wh-wh-what am I doing…?!” she asked, momentarily trying to cover herself up. But that was practically impossible, she just had so much skin to show…

Tetsuya staggered forward, stumbling a bit… it was hard for him to even stay on his own two feet. But he did put his fists up in an attempt to atleast look like he was fighting. As Hanabi saw this, a gasp escaped her lips and in an instant, it was like the switch was flipped back off. She uncovered herself as her mentality shifted once more.

‘That’s right… I know exactly what I’m doing…’ she thought, as she adopted a fighting stance. ‘I’m WINNING!’

“Tetsuya!” she shouted. He was surprised to see her fighting spirit come back so quickly, the shine returning to her eye in record time. “I see how it is now! Your one weakness… I’m going to exploit it to no end! If the only way to defeat you is to make you blow… then that’s exactly what I’m going to do!”

She ran towards him once more… all Tetsuya could see was shaking and bouncing titflesh. And since he couldn’t outspeed her, he felt a bit lost as to what to do, just waiting for her next move to try and counter. She hopped again, and he felt sure that she was going high once more, so he got his hands up to block. But it was a feint - Hanabi landed in front of him, knees bent so that she could shoot forward, smooshing her breasts into his groin!

His dick twitched mightily between her nearly bared breasts and he let out another scream - once more, he fell straight to his back and she was grinding her gigantic, heavenly bosom even deeper into his manhood! But Hanabi had a deeper plot this time…

“If direct contact from me is all the stronger…” Kawai noted, licking her lips as her smile became all the more devious. “...then how strong will it be if it’s direct contact both ways~?”

“Huh…?!” Tetsuya groaned, trying to reach down to stop her only to find that his arms were much heavier than normal; she was draining him of energy! He could do nothing to stop her as she slid his pants right off!

“...O-Oh… oh myyy…” Hanabi gasped, frozen for a moment herself as she looked down between Tetsuya’s legs. She wasn’t super experienced with all of this, and in that moment she realized she was looking at a man’s dick up close for the first time… and he had a pretty damn sizeable one at that.

The fight momentarily left her eyes as her face reddened right back up… it seems this backfired a bit, as it was suddenly much harder to focus on combat. And Tetsuya took note…

Finally seeing an opportunity to take the advantage without harming her, he shot up and grabbed her by the shoulders. Hanabi gasped as he shoved her to the floor and got on top of her. He placed his bared erection against the front of her panties, making her feel every single inch of his throbbing member.

Kawai didn’t expect this at all and let out a sharp moan of her own. Suddenly it seemed that the tables had turned! Of course this felt pretty good for Tetsuya too, but the pressure was much more on Hanabi in this position and he really bore down on her. She began jerking her legs up to try and kick him off, but to no avail…

This did, however, force him to put his hands to her shapely hips to prevent any funny business. She swung her fists vainly at Tetsuya’s face, but he didn’t even care to block these, seemingly finding her hips to be much more of a threat, and probably understandably so.

‘Auuuuuggh, it’s… it’s too much!’ she yelled internally. ‘Tetsuya’s cock… is too much! Nnnggh, how am I supposed to combat something like this?! I-I was never trained to handle this! Uuuufff, it’s soooo gooooood~!’

She was starting to lose control… even though she’d been in the pool earlier, she felt much more wet now than back then! Her body was becoming more and more sensitive… she gasped as she felt her erect nipples pushing tightly against her bra…

That sensation gave her the briefest moment of clarity as it reminded her of her own delectable assets. She looked down… he had her lower half under complete control, practically pinning her down with his cock alone, but he wasn’t focused on her upper half at all. He was so focused on grinding her pussy to a climax that his eyes were shut tight…

It took a considerable effort, but she did manage to get her back off of the floor… slowly leaning upwards until her breasts were mere inches from his face. His eyes opened just in time to get an incredible view of cleavage, a sight that many men would pay handsomely for. He gasped at the expanse view but managed to get his hands up in time to grip her shoulders.

For a lengthy moment, the two of them were stuck like that - Hanabi had her breasts to his face, almost touching them, but not quite. Tetsuya was holding her in place, but… seemed to lack the will to shove her away. The truth was he would love nothing more than to motorboat her awesome breasts, so he was very torn in this position. The best he could do was keep her right where she was.

But because of them taking up his vision, he couldn’t see what her hands were doing. Hanabi stealthily moved her hands up her back… her fingers were trembling, so she was fumbling with her bra a little bit…

‘Come on… come… on…! It’s the… only… way…!’ she yelled to herself.

With a small snapping sound, it came undone. And then Tetsuya got an up close and personal bit of proof of just how much her bra was constraining her breasts. Because when the bra came off, her massive tits were set free, thrusting out and smacking him right in the face! He was taken wholly off-guard by this and it was enough for Hanabi to wrap her arms around his head and push him deeper into her now naked breasts! His head was entirely engulfed in soft titflesh… his whole body seized as lightning bolts of ecstasy struck him over and over.

He knew immediately that he did not want to leave. His every instinct told him to just let her smother him and damn the consequences.

But of course, Kawai was not done. Her booby trap had managed to stop his onslaught, but now it was time for her true counter attack…

And so, she reared her hips up until they were in front of him, then clasped her bared, milky thighs together - trapping his member in the process! That woke Tetsuya up from his titty dreamworld in a hurry, and Hanabi was doing everything she could to turn the tables on him, repeatedly bringing her legs up and down again and again in a vigorous thighjob!

Tetsuya moaned greatly in her breasts… it seemed to be all that he could do. He was… trapped. And whats more, he hardly felt any urge to fight this. His face trapped in her breasts and his cock trapped in her thighs felt… right. So very, very right. Could it be? That one of the strongest and most resilient men in the world… was a massive sub at heart?

Hanabi worked as hard as she possibly could, putting her remarkably thicc thighs to work. Her wetness was paying off greatly, as enough of it spread that she was properly lubed up for the job. And it seemed like Tetsuya was just getting weaker by the moment… the gleam had returned to her eye once more and this time it likely wasn’t going away. When she realized victory was soon at hand, she got a second wind and the thigh job only got more and more intense!

“Submit!” she yelled. “Submit to my thighs! To my boobs! To my butt!”

He had no answer, and it would’ve been greatly muffled anyway, but it seems that those commands were starting to sound pretty good to him right about now…

Finally, his cock could last no longer. Tetsuya’s dick erupted in a mighty climax, spilling wave after wave of seed onto the Keijo fighter’s belly, some of it even going far enough to land on the bottom of her massive breasts.

Hanabi was panting as she released him and let him slump beside her. “Hoooh… a mighty, mighty warrior… indeed… b-but I knew… I could get the job done!”

She was absolutely beaming with pride, and of course still extremely turned on by the experience. But when she glanced to the side, she realized that despite the orgasm, Tetsuya’s cock was still aroused… perhaps not standing as tall as before, but still it stood all the same.

“Ah… so you’ve still got fight left!” she remarked, her eyes burning with passion. “Fine by me… I… I won’t stop until your whole body is limp!”

Hanabi picked herself up off of the floor with great effort and finally slid her panties down, so that she could be entirely nude. She stepped between Tetsuya’s splayed legs, grabbing him by the ankles and holding them up as she stood with her back turned to him.

He gazed up at her and he was in complete awe, a lustful stupor that only intensified as he saw her entirely bared ass jiggling in all it’s might. “Time to target… my favorite pressure point!” she howled, before getting up to her tiptoes and smashing her considerable ass right down onto his groin once more!

Tetsuya’s lustful howls were familiar at this point. The crowd was stunned at what they’d seen. Stunned and horny of course, many couldn’t help but touch themselves. The few women in the crowd were inspired to put the men around them in headlocks and other such wrestling holds, and there was no resistance; it became clear today that a strong man’s greatest weakness was a strong woman. That, and of course, the pressure point between his legs…

Hanabi stood back up… and then dropped again, gradually speeding up until she had a steady rhythm going. Over and over, she’d perform a butt drop right onto his package. The powerhouse was powerless at this point, already drained - his erection truly was the last part of him still standing and so she worked tirelessly on fixing that.

After a particularly heavy buttdrop, she paused to start grinding her hips, her bare booty rubbing delicately and slowly across his pulsing erection. The sexual friction was unreal, and Tetsuya had long forgotten who he was or where he was by this point. He certainly didn’t give a damn if it meant losing or not anymore, he was puddy in her hands, her toy to do with as she pleased.

Then, after catching her breath, she started over, delivering buttdrop after buttdrop to Tetsuya’s very exposed and increasingly sensitive crotch! At this point it should’ve really started to hurt even for him, but if he was feeling any pain he didn’t show it - the sheer ecstasy greatly overrode it. He felt nothing but pure pleasure in that moment. He couldn’t even feel the floor beneath him, it’s as though he were floating…

And there in the sky with him was a ridiculously voluptuous angel, repeatedly smacking her booty into his groin…

One last one, finally did the trick… he let out a long howl as rope after rope of semen escaped his dick yet again, firing out of him like a geyser and painting her backside, as well as a decent bit of her back in general.

Still not content, Hanabi groaned with effort as she squeezed his dick betwixt her ass cheeks - such was her muscle development that they could move on their own and they squeezed him tightly! This sent Tetsuya into a whole new dimension of sexual thrill, and this time he didn’t last long at all… he could only withstand her ass grinding him like this for about a minute before he blew once more, all of his remaining seed exploding onto Hanabi and as she felt this, she reared her head back and howled, finally allowing herself to climax as well.

With this, she unclenched and Tetsuya’s member fell from her ass as limp as could be.

Hanabi Kawai collapsed on top of the now former fight pit champion - his submission made quite clear by his ejaculations. The both of them were deeply out of breath, but still Hanabi had one more thing to say.

So she rolled over with all of her remaining energy, delicately pressing her tits - now glistening with perspiration - against his chest. She put a hand to his cheek and got him to look her in the eyes.

“T-Tetsuya… remember the… stipulation? The winner… could make… the loser… do… anything.” she remarked.

Weakly, he nodded. He was absolutely ready to do whatever she wanted… once he was physically capable, obviously.

Her smile turned from devious to beautifully sweet as she stroked the powerful man’s handsome face. “...I want you… to be my boyfriend.”