Chiaki vs Azura: Lightweight Bikini Battle

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Chiaki had thought it was all over, but Azura wasn't done. Azura was still fighting, attacking. The songstress had undone the gamer girl's bra, leaving Chiaki to occupy both her hands with keeping her bikini top over her chest manually. But Azura would soon put a stop to even this as she grabbed onto Chiaki's arms and started pulling them up. "NO! NO! STOP IT!" Chiaki cried as her hands were pried from her own chest.

Chiaki was soon overpowered, and her arms shot up into the air by force. The pinkette's chest had been completely exposed by Azura's full nelson. Big, round breasts rubbed up against each other floated bare for all to see. Chiaki's breasts did not sag despite clearly being quite hefty by virtue or their sheer size. But as the crowd admired, Chiaki begged for cover. "Azura! Please stop this!" she pleaded. "Please! What do you want from me?! I'll beg as loud as you want me to!"

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With Chiaki firmly in Azura's clutches the Songstress let her sadism give way completely. She had prey in her grasp and she'd show both her and the audience what an angered predator would do with food that was too lively.

She'd play with it until it broke completely.

And the torture began there. Without anymore hesitation or mercy Azura displayed Chiaki to the audience. She shook her body and breasts to the lustful crowd around them. She made sure her opponent's chest bounced with just enough keep them from outright flopping about to maintain the sensual appeal and shape of them as they moved about. And as Chiaki begged, Azura started to force hot breath and low, sensual huffs down Chiaki's neck, swaying her own hips from behind to grind herself against the gamer girl to try forcing her still with sexual teasing. With any luck she'd forced Chiaki's nipples to harden for the crowd with this while keeping her efforts hidden behind Chiaki's crying, begging form. Still, despite all the effort and the sight of Chiaki's crumbling spirit, the Songstress kept a cold expression on her face. The crowd cheered and celebrated, but she didn't bother savoring the sensation of dominance. Instead, she pondered Chiaki's panicked question.

"Hm... What do you want..?" She asked herself, sending another hot breath down Chiaki's ear. She ultimately wanted victory, like any proper wrestler would, but... "At this point, I just want stress relief." After dealing with Chiaki's previous attitude and tone seeing her start to beg and plead had cooled her anger some.

But... not enough.

"Cry more for me, Chiaki." Azura hissed, pulling Chiaki close and tight, letting her own breasts and hardened nipples run along the gamer girl's back. "Cry, sob, and beg until your voice gives out. And then remember this humiliation well and let if fuel your future efforts. I'm not stopping until I'm fully satisfied and your completely broken."

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This match was turning into hell for Chiaki. It wasn't enough that Azura had beaten her and forcefully exposed the gamer girl's breasts to the crowd. Now the songstress was shaking and jerking her body around so that they were bouncing around, up and down, side to side. Furthermore, Azura started literally breathing down Chiaki's neck and grinding her hips against the streamer's butt.

"Ah!" Chiaki moaned involuntarily as her body started to lean forward from the pressure, which caused her chest to bounce down low and start gently swinging back ad forth in the air. "No! D-don't!" Chiaki pleaded when Azura announced her intention to simply break Chiaki. "AH! Stop!" said Chiaki as she felt Azura's chest force itself into her back. "HELP! HELP, PLEASE! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!" begged Chiaki. How had this match gone so far sideways on her? Chiaki couldn't believe things turning like this from how cordially they began.