Post Match Fun and Education ~

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Despite her bid to offer Courage the chance to shower in a calm and lewd free environment to recuperate after their match the girl DEFINITELY wasn't making it easy for Alizeh's mind to not wander. That or the brunette just had a natural disposition for sexuality and lewdness. Which given who her mother was, Alizeh wouldn't exactly be surprised by such a thing being feasible.

'Fuckkk she soudns hot.' It also did nothing to aid Alizeh in repressing her urge to jump in the shower and continue where the two had left off in the ring. But she would hold off, after all there were some things Alizeh wanted to discuss.

Nodding to herself at Courage's words Alizeh would lean back against her bathroom mirror, shifting her legs to keep herself expertly balanced by having one leg up and the other going off to hang in the air. "I see... that makes sense." She would respond simply with a nonplussed tone like she had been told an obvious face.

Which in a way it was. Or at least Alizeh had figured the brunette's training was either rushed or minimum to begin with. But that was fine. After all it was easier to learn from the ground up than unlearning and relearning things.

"Well for what its worth you showed some major natural talent. Not just anyone can take me down like that... even if it wasn't for long." Alizeh said in a bold complimentary tone which got a little bashful towards the end. After all she didn't want to downplay the girl's accomplishments at all, but she still had to call a situation for what it was.

In any case Alizeh would look towards the bathroom stall, but not the area one would expect. Instead the green haired girl's gaze was focused on where Courage's face was roughly located. "I think if you got some proper training you could be a real monster." She would add bluntly, cutting right to the heart of what she wanted to talk about with little precision.

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"It does huh?" She chuckled a bit. It was a genuine laugh, but it was still somehow joyless. There were women who trained their whole lives for this sort of thing. In a way... Courage had looked down on professional wrestling. She'd taken it on as a way to boost her social media presence. To preserve her true dream, her place in her idol group. But... She had paid for her hubris with her body and her shame. She could never go back.

She stepped into the water, letting it pour over her face. She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair. The mosaic'd glass of the shower stall made her look angelic. Like a piece of stained glass. A silhouette of femininity. With steam rising up from above her face. Back arched in sublime stimulation. The curve of her breasts was traceable, even if they weren't visible. The shape of her ass was defined, even though it was obscured.

With another moan, she turned and let the hot water cascade down her back. She couldn't keep her voice in. Not when the aches in her muscles found relief in the healing shower. She responded to Alizeh as if she hadn't made any unbecoming sounds at all. She hadn't noticed.

"That's... Very kind of you to say. I don't think I stood much of a chance." She gave another giggle. A bubbly, sweet sound. If noises had a flavor, this would be honey. "I'm not sure I want to be a monster, that sounds scary. But... It would be nice to win. At the rate I'm going... Well, it won't be long until I wind up in the hospital." She stated this plainly. It was a miracle she hadn't already. It was lucky that women in LAW valued humiliation over brutality... Well, lucky in a way.

"I'd like that, I think. To really be able to put up a fight!" She added as she reached for whatever toiletries Alizeh had on her shower rack.

"Can I use your soaps?"

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"Hehe yeah." Sharing a laugh with Courage at her very apparent lack of training Alizeh's gaze drifted down, taking note of the soft curves visible beneath the mosaic of glass hiding her form. But even with it being blurry the green haired girl could tell the shape and definition of her slender form. Biting her lip softly as she did so Alizeh's hand went towards her leggings, gently rubbing herself as they continued the conversation.

She had wanted to give Courage a sexual free zone to wash up and relax after their rough match, but in all honesty Courage's lovely form made such a task exceedingly difficult. ...Something that wasn't helped by the girl's soft yet very loud moans of pleasure which only caused Alizeh's own desires to spike and accidentally ignore some of what Courage had said. For the most part, she had heard the words but was temporarily unable to respond.

But she had a goal for this conversation, and despite what she wanted physically she would handle this first. "Y-Yeah of course you can. Same goes for shampoo and anything else you want to use." Alizeh called out, stuttering at the start of her speech out of trying to keep the desire out of her voice. But she managed it and gave the younger woman permission to use her stuff, and now seemed like a good chance to continue their conversation.

"Well hehe, I'll be honest you probably will. Also I meant monster metaphorically." Alizeh said in answering to what Courage had mentioned before, wanting to acknowledge what she said before continuing herself.

"That being said." Grinning a bit as she said this, an excitable tone entering her voice as she turned more towards the shower. "It's good that you want to improve and win. In this business, regardless of why you're here that's all the attitude you need to succeed... as long as you're willing to put in the work."

Grinning a bit more Alizeh's gaze would drift back up towards where Courage's face would be. "If you think you can put in the work I can show you a thing or two." She said with a smile towards the girl, waiting to hear what she'd have to say in response.

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"Oh! Sankyu! [Thank You]" She called out excitedly, her native Japanese inflection overwriting the natural English pronunciation of the word. She hurriedly took hold of a bottle of shampoo. She didn't bother to examine it, without her glasses she wasn't going to be able to read. Alizeh would hear the soft pop of the top and a moment later the bottle would be back on the shelf.

Alizeh's activities would go completely unnoticed by the showering idol. The steam from the hot water, the mosaic glass, and her lack of spectacles would ensure that she couldn't see a thing outside of the shower stall. She'd respond while running her lathered fingers through her long chestnut brown hair. She let out a quiet whimper as she massaged her own scalp. The barely audible nature of the sound somehow made it more intimate.

"Nn. I'm not afraid of hard work!" She offered at the end of another quiet groan.

Next came a bottle of body wash. She spoke again as she opened it up. "I need to better understand how to use my body.I 'd love for you to show me some moves!" She began to pour the soap into her hands when the fragrance of it hit her nose. A soft, calming, floral smell. "Mmmmn. So good!"

Seconds later and her hands were all over herself. Her silhouette writhed as her fingers and palms rubbed the soothing body wash into her skin. They trailed around her neck and danced along her collar bone. "Ohhhhn." She let out a blissful sigh through her nose as she began to massage her breasts. She made sure to wash them thoroughly, pressing them together and lifting them. It was never her intention to be dancing erotically for Alizeh, but there was no denying that her silhouette movements were just that.

Her fingers traced her ribs and ran down the flat of her belly. Over her pubic region and across her inner thighs. She let out an involuntary whimper as she continued onto her over-sensate slit. The matches events had made her, in a word, dirty. She was compelled to clean herself completely. The long movements of her arm and the curl of her shadowed hand were accompanied by more moaning and whimpering. She shuddered involuntarily. Her moaning sounded more like a purr, offering the unintentional impression that she was exploring herself."Mmmnn... Ahhhnn~".

With her front cleaned she turned and leaned against the shower wall. Still exhausted, she chose to lean against the shower wall opposite the door. She worked her back and her hips while partially bent over. Her hips moved from side to side as she reached for those hard-to-touch spots. The opaque image of her figure jiggled deliciously. "Nnnn... This is... Really nice. Mmmnnn~".

[Bare]

'Alright she's willing to work. Always a good sign.' She thought to herself, nodding in appreciation for Courage's willingness to approach this with 100 percent effort and seemingly zero hesitation. After all no one in wrestling regardless of their reasoning for becoming a wrestler would ever get better unless they were willing to work. Courage seemingly was the type of person who could make it with a guiding hand.

Speaking of hands however...Alizeh's own hand drifted down her body, slipping inside her pants and resting against her pussy sending a chill down her spine as a result. Biting her lip Alizeh tilted her head back and suppressed a moan as she began working herself over to the sights and sounds of Courage in the shower. Intentional or not, the brunette was putting on a damn a strip show minus the stripping.

So Alizeh being a normal, healthy adult woman was naturally turned on and at this point was unable to just not do anything anymore. So with her fingers working their way inside herself Alizeh took a few shallow breathes as she prepared to respond to Courage.

"No problem... I can definitely do that." She said in response to Courage's statement about needing to better understand her body.. which doubled as a statement making Alizeh want to explore that body of the brunette's in more... detail.

But the girl really was a prodigious sex symbol. Even without realizing or trying she was practically oozing sexiness from her shower. The way her visage moved, her moans, everything and anything the girl did was just sexy and it was driving Alizeh up the wall in terms of trying to hold herself back from taking off her own clothes and joining the idol in there.

But she had to hold herself back... at least for now. Until they can talk about this training idea, as well as so Alizeh can at least ask for permission... to be nice in the wake of the way their match had gone. But god damn Courage was making it difficult for her to do that!

Fingering herself some more Alizeh had to grip the edge of the counter with her other hand to keep herself stable as the waves of pleasure rocked and coursed through her making her release low hums of enjoyment and lust. "S-S-So..." She would say trying to distract herself with conversation for now. "A-Are you adamant about not doing hentai? Cause no lie you have a... natural talent for it I think." Alizeh said, voice shaky from self induced pleasure as she decided to at least approach the subject of what she wanted to do later tonight.

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Courage's backside pressed against the mosaic'd glass as she began to soap up her legs. This particular part of her became clear as day as it was pressed against the glass. Alizeh could even make out her plump, pink girlhood if she looked close enough! No... Wait... that was obscured by the soap that ran down her curves. So close! She shifted and moved in a way that was unintentionally taunting.

Her fingers massaged and kneaded at her calves and slid up her legs. "Nnn-Fwaah~" She panted, gosh she was so sore! Every muscle on her body ached. Every touch brought with it an abundance of stimulus. Relief and pain in equal measures. It was impossible to keep herself from letting out breathy moans as her fingers danced up one of her legs. Thoroughly tracing every inch of them to ensure they were well sudded.

The sound of water impacting the shower floor wasn't enough to hide her indecent sounds of relief... Nor was it enough to keep Courage from noticing Alizeh's.

"Are you singing? That sounds -Ohhn~ nice!" She said as her fingers pressed deeply into the tissue of her inner thigh. She then transitioned over to the other leg. She began to work downwards. And Alizeh could see just how flexible the idol was. A career in dance allowed her to bend all the way down. Face down, ass-up. All on display for her conqueror... Shifting side to side and dripping down the glass... If only that damn soap wasn't in the way!

"H-hentai?" She stuttered without stopping. In fact... The word made her feel like she needed to be -more- clean. Almost as if she needed to scrub the idea off of herself. Subconsciously, she brought a hand to her crotch. Her fingers were visible against the barrier between Alizeh and herself. The two girls were touching themselves in concert. Though, for very different reasons.

"I-... How c-could I?" She stammered. It was a reality of her industry.

Being sexy had been ironed into her body throughout her career as an idol. Her job was to be desirable, but untouchable. A sweet temptation that was -just- out of reach of the fans. To keep them chasing that next appearance. It became a part of who she was. It was never intentional. Just like the way she was drawing it out of Alizeh.

She slowly stood up and let the shower wash over her face. Silencing her as the soapy water rolled down her body to pool at her feet and slide down the drain. With eyes closed she considered Alizeh's question. She hugged herself, her breasts lifted and resting on her forearms. Her anxiety caused her to sway from left to right, causing her juicy tits to do the same. Alizeh couldn't make out the details... But she could appreciate the motion.

"A girl like me couldn't p-possibly-"

[Bare]

As Courage continued to wash herself off, sexualizing and tantalizing Alizeh with every passing second the green haired girl would pump her fingers in and out of herself with more and more amped aggression, the vision of everything she had planned for the brunette flooding her mind.. and as a result her panties.

But Alizeh was not good at concealing the enjoyment she was getting from her... private viewing of the idols unintentional performance. Namely in her inability to suppress the groans and moans of self induced pleasure. Something Courage seemed to have taken notice of, leading to a.. rather awkward realization for the older woman.

Eyes widening Alizeh nearly sputtered as she realized how loud she had been. "Oh uh ahaha uh yeah no I just uh got comfortable ya know?" It was a pretty weak response yeah. But it was one she hoped the girl would take at face value and accept.

Coughing to clear her throat Alizeh pushed her fingers deep against herself, sending a rush through her body which she bit her lips to keep from moaning again. Keeping her fingers where they were Alizeh would take a deep breath before responding to the girl.

"Anyways! I think you definitely could. You have the idol thing going for you so I know that means you know how to look sexy." As she said this Alizeh would pause for a second to consider how to get her point across. After all from their match alone she knew the brunette would be reluctant for sexual stuff, it was a part of her work culture. But she really wanted to see if she couldn't convince her otherwise.

Leaning back against the counter Alizeh slowly rubbed herself as she spoke. "But during our match, when you're face was in my ass, I don't know if you realized but you were REALLY working me over like damn, you really are a low key natural at this sorta thing." Of course she was blunt as a hammer about it, but given who Courage was it may as well be the best method of trying to get through to her.

"Like had it been a hentai match I would have been legit worried. Its up to you ultimately but if you're using wrestling as a method to increase your position as a idol it can work. After all you can be like... the one single idol who breaks the mold and entices people with all the things they KNOW you can do but won't ever do to them." As she suggested this Alizeh was also imagining all the things Courage could do to her.... and needless to say had to bite her lips again.

After a moment to recover Alizeh would speak again. "Anyways.. no pressure but since we got nothing but each other for the next day... Would you maybe consider doing some stuff with me and seeing how you feel after? Get a taste for it and all that." She suggested, now making the big pitch for what she wanted to do with Courage.

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Comfortable. That word haunted her. She was paid to look free spirited and happy. To look comfortable in her objectification. But it was an act. How could she be comfortable when there were so many rules? So many eyes judging her. Every place she went to eat. Every person she talked to. It all ended up on the internet. And if it violated the Idol Code, well...

She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The rapid patter of the shower as it dotted the ceramic upon which she stood. Her own breathing. And Alizeh's, which contrasted her own greatly. It was labored and filled with her voice. It wasn't quite humming as she'd initially thought... It reminded her of getting a massage after a particularly arduous performance. An unsuppressible sound of relief. And there was a lot of movement to accompany it. Perhaps she was giving herself a massage?

Courage opened her eyes with a sigh. She drew in a deep breath but found herself coughing as Alizeh called her sexy! She sputtered on the water and braced herself against the shower door with a short laugh. "Me? Well." Her cheeks were already red from the hot water. Now they were burning. She closed her eyes and allowed for silence. Alizeh'd paused and Courage took that reprieve to gracefully accept her flirtatious compliment. She was used to it from fans. But this felt... Different. There was an edge of something in Alizeh's tone. A musical lilt that she didn't recognize or understand.

As Alizeh's voice chirped back up, Courage finally turned to look at her. The water had been running over her face. Or she'd been consumed by the relief. And she'd felt ashamed to look at Alizeh. But the girl's kind words gave her the strength to take her in, even if it was only through the mosaic'd glass.

And like Alizeh could see Courage. Courage could see Alizeh. The details were lost. But her posture was unmistakable... And the motion of her hand. Courage bit back a gasp and looked away quickly. She was... She was touching herself!

"I... I did... That did happen to me. But I'm not really... I don't- I've never done anything like that. How... Um... Did it feel? Do you umm... Like that... place?" She asked as she felt something unfamiliar build in her abdomen. Her chest swelled and the heat in her cheeks became a blaze. One she could feel burning in tandem between her thighs.

No... It was more than that. Alizeh was touching herself while watching her in the shower. Courage felt her soft pink nipples grow knot up and harden until they ached... She was touching herself while talking about the embarrassing things that had happened in the ring... With her! She could feel her own pulse -pounding- between her thighs.

Courage took another peek... And this time didn't look away. She watched her from the corner of her eye as she continued. And found herself enamored with the motion of Alizeh's hand. She wasn't fully aware, but her own hand began to move. Her fingertips danced upon her own inner thigh and made her shiver, even under the hot water.

"I... Nn... W-what kind of... stuff?" She bit her lip as her fingers whispered across her own sex. Her index and ring finger caressed her plump, smooth labia tentatively. As if testing it out. The first step into a cold pool.

She continued to watch Alizeh, her mouth slackening as her young mind was melting under the heat of her temptation. This impossible scene felt so fake. But when she spread herself with those two fingers, she could feel herself drip down her legs and splash amongst the water on the shower floor. Thicker. Heavier.

"A... Taste?" She asked, the words causing her narrow passage to squeeze tighter. Her hand moved slowly, a single finger tracing it. And her heart skipped a beat with every cycle. Her labored breath would be familiar to Alizeh. After all, she was in the same state.

Heat.

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Since she had started to touch herself to the blurry, incomplete yet still sexually tantalizing visage of Courage through the shower glass door Alizeh had become a bit more... comfortable. Partially from finding a groove to touching herself in a way that was both enjoyable, but also left her mental faculties... relatively unbothered. Making it much easier for the green haired girl to take in what Courage wa saying and respond. Something she was having no small amount of difficulty doing just a few minutes ago.

Either way her more forward approach with the girl had seemed to earn some degree of interest, as shown by Courage's curious tone and seemingly unsure words. But under the underneath of them, Alizeh could tell there was hints of fantasizing there, deep down beyond all the idol programming, there was definitely a perv in there.

A repressed perv mind you, or at least in Alizeh's opinion. But that didn't matter, after all she could work with repressed. It was all a matter of showing the girl what she was missing in a way that was easy too take in. Something Alizeh could more certainly do.

Looking up from below Alizeh caught another teasing glimpse of Courage's sexy, censored body. It was definitely a heavy motivating factor for Alizeh right now as she spoke up again. "Yeah start off with some... small stuff. Kissing, maybe some groping. Pg-13 basically to start and if you like it we can... turn things up a notch. Though I dunno if you want me to explain while you're showering."

As she spoke Alizeh would focus her gaze on Courage's face through the glass, trying to make out as clear a visage as she could, wanting to gauge a reaction from the girl. Alizeh was already expecting push back but that would be no surprise. No instead she was looking for basically any body language signs that Courage was into the idea. Or really anything that supported Alizeh's theory that the girl was sexually repressed.

"No pressure like I said though!" Just as important as reading Courage's supple body was making the girl feel at ease. After all if she felt pressured into sex anything they did do would be half baked and lame... even if Alizeh figured it'd still feel really good regardless.

Either way Alizeh wanted to make Courage feel at home and unpressured for sex, even if Alizeh herself reallyyyy wanted too. "If you don't feel up for any sexy stuff we can always go over possible moves for you to learn, or maybe talk new outfit ideas? You could definitely go for a new look." Alizeh said bluntly, more so than she intended, wincing slightly in retrospect of what she said.

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"F-fwahnn~" She let out a gasping moan. It wasn't unlike the sounds she'd made when she'd first gotten into the shower. Satisfying relief. But it wasn't the heat of the water that brought out her voice at this moment. It was the way her sensitive entrance squeezed upon the very tip of her own finger.

She trembled and withdrew her hand. She'd lost herself in the haze. And the jolt of strange sensation had brought her back to reality... Even if she was still a little lost in the fog. She was clean now, but her mind still felt... Dirty.

It was impossible to say if it was the environment, the exhaustion, or the series of hard bumps she'd taken in the match... But she seemed somehow more malleable. And Alizeh's words slid past her defenses. Swam through her subconscious and broke the surface of her mind. She shuddered again, this time untouched.

She didn't look away from Alizeh. Rather, she focused on her intently through the mosaiced glass. She watched the woman's movements and forced herself to acknowledge what she was doing... She was innocent, but not naive. She'd ignored Alizeh's lewd touching... But now she watched her... And internalized the way it made her belly feel tight. The way it made her breasts -ache-. And how it caused her stance to widen, spreading her thighs... Invitingly.

"I... What you're talking about... The... Small stuff." She was panting now. "It's... Also part of wrestling... Isn't it?" She asked, worrying at her lip. One hand pressed itself to her abdomen, right below her navel. Where it ached... Over her womb. Her fingertips pressed into the softness of her skin. She could feel her pulse pounding in her head. Between her thighs.

She didn't seem to acknowledge Alizeh's mis-step. Nor her attempt to stray off course.

"I won't run. So... It's... Okay." Those same fingers brushed over the ridge of her smooth mons. Her eyes fixated on Alizeh's hand. Her mouth slackened as her breathing shallowed. And her cheek was made slick by a thin trail of drool. "You don't have to stop."

She was burning up...