The Education of Desdemona Belti: Touko 'Dojo' Papillon

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type Hentai Submission
Victory Conditions Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent submit via orgasm.

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Dizzy wasn’t really into martial arts, unless you legitimately counted sexfighting as one. Her mother had tried to hook her on it once when she was young, hoping it would instill some discipline her and help prep her for a wrestling career, but it never quite took - she could never master the katas, didn’t have the patience for getting the forms down, and spent most of the time just joking around with the other kids and doing pranks to make her instructors feel extremely uncomfortable. It was a short-lived dalliance.

So, with that in mind, it was kind of funny to find herself back in a dojo again, and even funnier to find herself dressed like

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It never ceased to amaze Dizzy what you could find online. All she did was type in ‘sexy karate gi’ and she was inundated with all sorts of cute suggestions, more than she knew what to do with, ranging from the modest to the outright scandalous. She ultimately went with something fairly functional, but still showing a generous amount of skin, figuring that would be the best way to ruffle Dojo’s feathers while still being able to put up a good fight.

Because, for once, Dizzy did want to put up a good fight. More than that, she wanted to win this.

She wouldn’t say she was mad that Dojo had beaten her, defeat was just a part of her time in LAW that she had come to accept, even liking it when done right by the right people. But unlike the bigger, stronger opponents she so often faced, Dizzy actually felt like she could have beaten this one, that she really had a chance, and it irked her more than she thought it would that she’d still gotten dominated. She needed to approach her opponent from a different angle, fight her in a way she knew better; then she could pull it off, she was sure.

That's what led her to set this up: a hentai submission match in a special setting in the notorious LAW backroom. The private arena resembled a stereotypical Japanese dojo, complete with sliding doors, foam mats, and posters on the wall depicting stances. The room was dark, lit only by paper lanterns that cast a warm glow, and the scent of wood hung thick in the air. The only hint of modern living was the tiny cameras stationed in each corner, so small and unobtrusive that you wouldn’t have noticed them if you didn’t know where to look.

As always, the After Dark crew had done a stellar job, capturing the feel she’d hoped for, and she would have to send Allie another round of thanks when this was over. The only thing missing now was her opponent, and she suspected that wouldn’t take long. Dojo struck her as punctual.

For the moment, Dizzy did a few stretches, limbering up as she waited, wanting to be 100% when the time came, and Dojo walked through that door. God, she was looking forward to seeing her reaction…

[FatCat]

Was she really doing this? Was she seriously doing this? Was she seriously going to have competitive intercourse with another woman? Why did she let herself get talked into this.... Touko felt like she wanted to bang her head against the wall, but knew against it. At least it was a private match, apparently, with just the two of them in the same room. The LAW official had been really persistent in getting her to dress up in "lewder" clothing... but this was apparently taking place in a Japanese dojo! No way she could just despoil a "sacred" site like that, and she was certain that Italian would know it as well.

Dojo's chosen attire

What it looks like without shoes and jacket

Touko sighed. Oh, well. At least she got her first win, and her Youtube channel did indeed see more people pouring in! Today would undoubtedly be the second one. After all, Butterfly-style taught people skills in maintaining vitality. She had been practicing it for some time, so without a doubt her body would be able to resist it. Still, she was honestly surprised that the match was arranged so fast. Nearing the door to the private room, Dojo took a breath and opened the sliding door.

"O-jama shimasu", Touko announced herself entering politely and took off her sneakers. Walking into the room, she took in the scenery. It was honestly rather nice and moody. Combined with the lanterns, the dark room definitely seemed like a place, where she and her family could spend time meditating. Touko was even able to recognize the poses and stances depicted on the wall. This scenery was so well done, Touko began thinking the match was only a ruse. Perhaps they weren't gonna go for a sexfight after... all....

Touko finally noticed Dizzy in middle of the room - and immediately, a dismayed fluster overtook her face. Dizzy was standing in the middle of the room... in a karate gi, which looks like it came directly from a porn parody of Karate Kid. And Touko now remembered that yes, this was really an actual hentai match.

"W-w-w-what in the name of Tao are you wearing?", Touko stammered, looking at how Dizzy's breasts were barely even covered, "Y-y-you know this is a dojo, right?"

Even before they began to fight, Dojo was feeling herself turning to red and losing focus. Now she knew for certain, that this woman would be trying to go for her jumpsuit's zipper in her neck sooner or later.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was stretching her hamstring when she heard Dojo approaching, and it could only be Dojo with soft footfalls like that. She straightened up, dusted off, and looked on as the woman entered, finding herself staring at…

…well, that was boring. Dojo had just opted to wear the same outfit from their first match. Granted, it was still plenty sexy all by its lonesome, but Dizzy had kind of hoped the woman would go for something a little more adventurous, spice things up. Maybe that was a bit too much to ask in her first hentai match, though. Still, missed opportunities.

She’d been so focused on that, Dizzy nearly missed Dojo’s reaction and seeing her absolutely freak out. The way she’d looked at her, you’d have thought she’d never seen a woman barely dressed in a porn parody of a gi before. Poor thing.

”You know this is LAW, right?” She wagged a finger Dojo’s way and smirked. ”’If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the refrigerator.’ Ancient Chinese proverb.” Dizzy’d actually come up with a little list of these since she and Dojo parted ways, she was anxious to use some of them.

”Reeeeeeeeelax, DJ. I’m just going with the theme.” She hopped up a few times, giving her pert breasts a jiggle. ”Just be glad you’re doing this with little old me and not one of the hentai monsters around this place. They’d eat you alive.”