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The French Connection
The sun hung high in the sky, with just the right amount of clouds to make sure everything was warm but not blazing hot. The ocean waves brought in the acrid scent of salt, wafting over the sands with every wave, a soft breeze that flowed through your hair and chilled the beads of sweat along your skin. Somewhere, far out in the distance, a seagull called, and more answered, their cries carrying over the din of people up and down the beach’s strip. Children building sandcastles and failing miserably in their attempts, aging gentlemen and ladies laying in the shade of their umbrellas, and, of course, no shortage of scantily clad women of all shapes and sizes in various level of undress.
You would think that this would be Dizzy Belti’s paradise on Earth.
You would be dead wrong.
Dizzy hated the beach, always had, always would, ever since she’d been a slightly shorter kid. She hated having the sand get in places that it was never meant to go; she hated the little critters that were always scampering around the sands. While she liked swimming well enough, she was of the logical opinion that swimming in the ocean always sucked. She wasn’t a fish, swallowing sea water by accident was gross, it was unsanitary, and it was filled with animals that you couldn't see, some of which were likely to sting you or pinch or even eat you alive. Yes, there was plenty of eye candy around, but she worked for LAW - the novelty of sexy women in bikinis was wearing off, fast.
It had been, god? Three years since she’d gone to a beach, any beach, and she would’ve been content to just keep it that way, but her mother had been feeling a nice day on the beach and since Dizzy wanted to catch a movie today and still didn’t have transportation of her, she was sort of stuck tagging along. The two of them hung out a bit, walked along the coast, and now her mother had gone off on her own a bit to take a swim nearby.
And that was how Dizzy found herself in her current situation—lying on a blanket, staring at the sky, utterly bored. She reached over and checked her phone, making note of the time, seeing that she still had a few minutes before her mother came back and she had another chance to convince her to leave. So much time wasted…
”Uh.” With an annoyed huff, Dizzy sat up, pushed herself to her feet, and started dusting herself off. She looked around to ensure she had enough space for what she was thinking about doing.
Dizzy stood straight, breathed deeply, then threw herself into a roll, doing a somersault. She popped up to her feet, then fell back, threw her shoulders up and rolled off her feet, rising in an instant, only to repeat the process again and again.
Wrestling drills. She’d been trying to get a little more serious about her training ever since her mother and Alicia had that crazy match, figuring she should at least try to stay competent, even if she was secretly more into hentai wrestling than anything. Now was as good a time as any to get it in, especially since she wouldn’t have enough time to hit the gym.
You would think that this would be Dizzy Belti’s paradise on Earth.
You would be dead wrong.
Dizzy hated the beach, always had, always would, ever since she’d been a slightly shorter kid. She hated having the sand get in places that it was never meant to go; she hated the little critters that were always scampering around the sands. While she liked swimming well enough, she was of the logical opinion that swimming in the ocean always sucked. She wasn’t a fish, swallowing sea water by accident was gross, it was unsanitary, and it was filled with animals that you couldn't see, some of which were likely to sting you or pinch or even eat you alive. Yes, there was plenty of eye candy around, but she worked for LAW - the novelty of sexy women in bikinis was wearing off, fast.
It had been, god? Three years since she’d gone to a beach, any beach, and she would’ve been content to just keep it that way, but her mother had been feeling a nice day on the beach and since Dizzy wanted to catch a movie today and still didn’t have transportation of her, she was sort of stuck tagging along. The two of them hung out a bit, walked along the coast, and now her mother had gone off on her own a bit to take a swim nearby.
And that was how Dizzy found herself in her current situation—lying on a blanket, staring at the sky, utterly bored. She reached over and checked her phone, making note of the time, seeing that she still had a few minutes before her mother came back and she had another chance to convince her to leave. So much time wasted…
”Uh.” With an annoyed huff, Dizzy sat up, pushed herself to her feet, and started dusting herself off. She looked around to ensure she had enough space for what she was thinking about doing.
Dizzy stood straight, breathed deeply, then threw herself into a roll, doing a somersault. She popped up to her feet, then fell back, threw her shoulders up and rolled off her feet, rising in an instant, only to repeat the process again and again.
Wrestling drills. She’d been trying to get a little more serious about her training ever since her mother and Alicia had that crazy match, figuring she should at least try to stay competent, even if she was secretly more into hentai wrestling than anything. Now was as good a time as any to get it in, especially since she wouldn’t have enough time to hit the gym.
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Re: The French Connection
It's been a while since Ysé arrived in Japan and they were all there for different reasons. Britanny was there to find a woman strong enough to defeat her since boxing had no one interesting while little sister, Cléophée, was there to become as strong as her mother and her big sister and her mother, Aliénor, was there to make their daughters' lives more difficult.
A family challenge was at stake, that of winning at least one of their five debut matches. This challenge, which should not have been very complicated to achieve, was for the youngest of the Ysé family who ended all her matches in ties. It was rather unique as a way to start her wrestling career but it was very frustrating for Cléophée who wanted more than anything to win. The matriarch for her part was amused by this situation, she knew that she had more influence on her daughter thanks to this and she was definitely going to take advantage of it one day or another.
That was good, today was normally a day off between mother and daughters. Although Britanny refrained from coming so as not to be with the viper who served as her mother, Cléophée and Aliénor spent a little family time at the beach, taking the opportunity to sunbathe, rest and have a little fun. The youngest was obviously trying to take her mind off things by thinking about something other than LAW, but her mother did not agree. Aliénor noticed a little dark-haired woman training on the beach and she immediately recognized this person. Desdemona Belti, also called "DIzzy", a Young Lionness as old as her daughter... The perfect example to provoke her daughter.
“Tell me, Cleophée, do you think you can defeat a Young Lionness?~”
“Mom..Please…”
Cléophée was not stupid, she knew what her mother was capable of and what she was currently trying to do. The little French girl sighed long to avoid getting into her mother's game.
"Obviously.. You know very well that I'm stronger than tha-"
"Yes, but you didn't manage to win a single match.~"
Cleophée's face closed slightly. The fact that she had never won or lost a match in LAW was a rather sensitive point that did not leave her indifferent. She remained silent and looked down slightly as Aliénor continued to speak.
"I just wonder if you would be able to defeat a Young Lionness, or if it would also end in a tie.~"
Cléophée got up silently and looked at her mother with heat in her eyes. She was slightly upset, her pride had just been touched and she wasn't going to let this pass without consequences. She wouldn't go so far as to challenge or fight her mother, but she knew Aliénor had an idea.
“Come to the point, what do you want me to do ?”
The matriarch smiled widely and pointed at the brunette woman who was training.
“This woman here, she's a Young Lionness, prove to me that you are stronger than her.~”
“Understood.”
Cléophée immediately turned around, keeping her fists clenched, and approached the brunette who was training. She didn't try to be discreet or even attack from the back, the young French woman stood in front of the brunette, crossing her arms under her chest and looking down at her before speaking with an authoritarian air to show her future opponent that she had no choice.
"Hey you. You're a wrestler aren't you ? Let's do some wrestling, right now."

A family challenge was at stake, that of winning at least one of their five debut matches. This challenge, which should not have been very complicated to achieve, was for the youngest of the Ysé family who ended all her matches in ties. It was rather unique as a way to start her wrestling career but it was very frustrating for Cléophée who wanted more than anything to win. The matriarch for her part was amused by this situation, she knew that she had more influence on her daughter thanks to this and she was definitely going to take advantage of it one day or another.
That was good, today was normally a day off between mother and daughters. Although Britanny refrained from coming so as not to be with the viper who served as her mother, Cléophée and Aliénor spent a little family time at the beach, taking the opportunity to sunbathe, rest and have a little fun. The youngest was obviously trying to take her mind off things by thinking about something other than LAW, but her mother did not agree. Aliénor noticed a little dark-haired woman training on the beach and she immediately recognized this person. Desdemona Belti, also called "DIzzy", a Young Lionness as old as her daughter... The perfect example to provoke her daughter.
“Tell me, Cleophée, do you think you can defeat a Young Lionness?~”
“Mom..Please…”
Cléophée was not stupid, she knew what her mother was capable of and what she was currently trying to do. The little French girl sighed long to avoid getting into her mother's game.
"Obviously.. You know very well that I'm stronger than tha-"
"Yes, but you didn't manage to win a single match.~"
Cleophée's face closed slightly. The fact that she had never won or lost a match in LAW was a rather sensitive point that did not leave her indifferent. She remained silent and looked down slightly as Aliénor continued to speak.
"I just wonder if you would be able to defeat a Young Lionness, or if it would also end in a tie.~"
Cléophée got up silently and looked at her mother with heat in her eyes. She was slightly upset, her pride had just been touched and she wasn't going to let this pass without consequences. She wouldn't go so far as to challenge or fight her mother, but she knew Aliénor had an idea.
“Come to the point, what do you want me to do ?”
The matriarch smiled widely and pointed at the brunette woman who was training.
“This woman here, she's a Young Lionness, prove to me that you are stronger than her.~”
“Understood.”
Cléophée immediately turned around, keeping her fists clenched, and approached the brunette who was training. She didn't try to be discreet or even attack from the back, the young French woman stood in front of the brunette, crossing her arms under her chest and looking down at her before speaking with an authoritarian air to show her future opponent that she had no choice.
"Hey you. You're a wrestler aren't you ? Let's do some wrestling, right now."
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Re: The French Connection
So, there was Dizzy, just minding her own business on the beach, getting in a little training, nothing special. Just a basic thing to do on a boring day, wasn’t trying to impress anyone, when all of the sudden, out of nowhere, completely from the blue, she heard a voice. A sweet, French, female voice, coming from behind her. She was in the middle of doing squats, but she paused and spun about to find herself looking at…
”Oh, whoa.”
The woman who stood before her was a tall - in comparison to Dizzy, at least - blonde with long, long, hair, tide up in a voluminous braid that trailed behind her back. She wore a stylized swimsuit, the fancy kind with straps that crossed her chest, but that wouldn’t be enough to make her stand out by itself. No, what drew her eye was the woman’s body. So many muscles, so many curves, thick and inviting, the kind of body Dizzy could sink into.
Many of her boxes were getting ticked off, and what was more, she didn’t even have to do any work to get this woman’s attention. Was this karma? Had she done something good to deserve this that she’d forgotten about?
Dizzy got over it after a moment and shook her head, finally registering what the woman was saying. ”Uuuuuuuuuuh yeah. Yeah. I am a wrestler. I do the wrestling. Guessing you do, too.” Would be a waste if she didn’t, with muscles like that. ”And I mean, sure, we can spar a bit. Random, but okay. Pretty sure we should get on a first name basis before we do, though.” She snickered and made her way over to the woman’s side, getting a good look at her from another angle and liking what she saw.
”Desdemona Belti. Call me ‘Dizzy’.” She extended her fist, looking for a bump. ”Love the hair, you’ve got a Rapunzel look going on, it's nice. You’re new to LAW, right?”
”Oh, whoa.”
The woman who stood before her was a tall - in comparison to Dizzy, at least - blonde with long, long, hair, tide up in a voluminous braid that trailed behind her back. She wore a stylized swimsuit, the fancy kind with straps that crossed her chest, but that wouldn’t be enough to make her stand out by itself. No, what drew her eye was the woman’s body. So many muscles, so many curves, thick and inviting, the kind of body Dizzy could sink into.
Many of her boxes were getting ticked off, and what was more, she didn’t even have to do any work to get this woman’s attention. Was this karma? Had she done something good to deserve this that she’d forgotten about?
Dizzy got over it after a moment and shook her head, finally registering what the woman was saying. ”Uuuuuuuuuuh yeah. Yeah. I am a wrestler. I do the wrestling. Guessing you do, too.” Would be a waste if she didn’t, with muscles like that. ”And I mean, sure, we can spar a bit. Random, but okay. Pretty sure we should get on a first name basis before we do, though.” She snickered and made her way over to the woman’s side, getting a good look at her from another angle and liking what she saw.
”Desdemona Belti. Call me ‘Dizzy’.” She extended her fist, looking for a bump. ”Love the hair, you’ve got a Rapunzel look going on, it's nice. You’re new to LAW, right?”
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Re: The French Connection
Unlike her big sister or her mother, Cléophée was lightweight and significantly smaller than the other two women in her family. But that didn't stop her from having trained as much as them, on the contrary, Cléophée had managed to mix the style of her mother, that of her big sister and add her speed to have her own fighting style. and be as complete as possible and achieve your goal, that of becoming the best lightweight. Ironically, what he sorely lacked was experience and her mother was determined to give her that.
Cléophée then found herself in front of Dizzy and remained silent for a long second, staring at the young lionness smaller than her to analyze her from top to bottom. She was less muscular than her but that didn't mean much, except that she had an advantage. The seconds passed, long seconds that Dizzy took the opportunity to introduce herself and accept the challenge from the Frenchwoman before holding out her fist for a fist bump...
...But the Frenchwoman continued to remain silent and completely ignored her opponent by finally starting their fight with a superkick right on Dizzy's stomach, looking to push her back and, if she had a little luck, knock her to the ground. ground.
“Cléophée Ysé, let's do this quickly.”
Cleophée was surprisingly cold and serious, which was rather rare except when dealing with people she hated. Usually, the French girl with long white hair was courteous, cheerful, a little provocative but always in a competitive spirit... But today she was in the mood to completely beat her opponent and advanced towards Dizzy to prepare her second kick or a stomp.
Cléophée then found herself in front of Dizzy and remained silent for a long second, staring at the young lionness smaller than her to analyze her from top to bottom. She was less muscular than her but that didn't mean much, except that she had an advantage. The seconds passed, long seconds that Dizzy took the opportunity to introduce herself and accept the challenge from the Frenchwoman before holding out her fist for a fist bump...
...But the Frenchwoman continued to remain silent and completely ignored her opponent by finally starting their fight with a superkick right on Dizzy's stomach, looking to push her back and, if she had a little luck, knock her to the ground. ground.
“Cléophée Ysé, let's do this quickly.”
Cleophée was surprisingly cold and serious, which was rather rare except when dealing with people she hated. Usually, the French girl with long white hair was courteous, cheerful, a little provocative but always in a competitive spirit... But today she was in the mood to completely beat her opponent and advanced towards Dizzy to prepare her second kick or a stomp.
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Re: The French Connection
It was happening. It was finally happening.
Dizzy had heard all these stories about LAW, how the wrestlers were always finding themselves in these random trysts around Japan. They would bump into fellow wrestlers all over the place, spark up conversations, things would get heated, impromptu sparring matches, and things would inevitably lead to the bedroom. It was one of the main reasons she’d been so psyched to come out here, lured in by the appeal of what was, essentially, real-life porn. She hadn't thought it would happen on a day like this, but she was all down for it.
She and this French chick would have a little role in the sand, part ways when her mother showed up or just played innocent, and maybe they could hook up later that night to-
Dizzy’s daydreaming was brought to abrupt end as she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. She looked down to see the culprit, the foot of her ‘opponent’ lodged deep in her breadbasket, driving out all the air, and she went down a moment later, grasping her stomach and gasping as the other beach patrons looked on, confused.
Squirming, kicking her legs, she thrashed about on the beach as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. ”Perché…” She coughed and started to push her way up, her shaky hands sinking into the hot sands. ”Perché hai fatto-”
She looked over in time to see the woman - ‘Cleophee’, she thought she’d heard that name - coming over for another kick, raising her leg up, and she went into panic mode straight away. She threw a wild, sloppy punch at the woman’s stomach and tried to scramble up to her feet afterwards, desperate to catch a breath.
Dizzy had heard all these stories about LAW, how the wrestlers were always finding themselves in these random trysts around Japan. They would bump into fellow wrestlers all over the place, spark up conversations, things would get heated, impromptu sparring matches, and things would inevitably lead to the bedroom. It was one of the main reasons she’d been so psyched to come out here, lured in by the appeal of what was, essentially, real-life porn. She hadn't thought it would happen on a day like this, but she was all down for it.
She and this French chick would have a little role in the sand, part ways when her mother showed up or just played innocent, and maybe they could hook up later that night to-
Dizzy’s daydreaming was brought to abrupt end as she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. She looked down to see the culprit, the foot of her ‘opponent’ lodged deep in her breadbasket, driving out all the air, and she went down a moment later, grasping her stomach and gasping as the other beach patrons looked on, confused.
Squirming, kicking her legs, she thrashed about on the beach as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. ”Perché…” She coughed and started to push her way up, her shaky hands sinking into the hot sands. ”Perché hai fatto-”
She looked over in time to see the woman - ‘Cleophee’, she thought she’d heard that name - coming over for another kick, raising her leg up, and she went into panic mode straight away. She threw a wild, sloppy punch at the woman’s stomach and tried to scramble up to her feet afterwards, desperate to catch a breath.
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Cléophée's first kick was surprisingly effective, perfectly hitting her opponent's stomach in such a way as to make her empty her lungs and put her on the ground. Well, that meant that her punches were powerful and effective against this opponent, she would have no problem defeating her with just kicks. She continued to advance towards Dizzy, giving her a second kick but this time, left a small opening for her opponent to land a punch on the Frenchwoman's stomach.
“Mnhh.”
The French woman with long white hair sighed slightly but didn't step back. She had suffered more powerful blows than that to the stomach and she was not going to weaken because of such a random blow. She moved towards her opponent again to grab her by the legs, spreading them open before lifting one of her legs. Many people would expect a stomp between the legs but that was not Cleophée's style who preferred to bang her heel several times against Dizzy's stomach.
“Mnhh.”
The French woman with long white hair sighed slightly but didn't step back. She had suffered more powerful blows than that to the stomach and she was not going to weaken because of such a random blow. She moved towards her opponent again to grab her by the legs, spreading them open before lifting one of her legs. Many people would expect a stomp between the legs but that was not Cleophée's style who preferred to bang her heel several times against Dizzy's stomach.
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Dizzy didn’t mind getting beaten around by a sexy, muscular, larger woman - hell, that was one of her favorite things in LAW. Her favorite match to date was against Alicia Soto, a big, luscious, Latin lady who ragdolled her around the ring, and she was having so much fun with Alix and her friends. She hadn't expected to stand a chance against Cleophee, the woman had a clear size advantage over her, but there were fun ways for a body like to work her over.
This was not the fun way. This was not the sweaty, smothery, sensual squash that she envisioned. This was a beatdown, and she wasn’t even sure what she’d done to deserve it. Had she done something to this chick? Was she the girlfriend of someone she’d slept with? What?
She was tough, too. Dizzy’s punch wasn’t exactly a haymaker, but it seemed to bounce off her with no effect, and all she could do was stumble away as her foe closed in. She grabbed her by the leg, dropped her, and for a second it looked like she was going to kick her straight in the groin - her real target was better than that, but not by much. One, two, three hard stomps in the stomach, each one tenderizing Dizzy’s stomach.
Growing desperate, she rolled over and tried to crawl away, dragging her knees through the sand as she groaned. ”Ah, god…” She winched and sucked in as much air as she could, speaking in between gasps. ”You are gonna get so fucked up in a few seconds.”
This was not the fun way. This was not the sweaty, smothery, sensual squash that she envisioned. This was a beatdown, and she wasn’t even sure what she’d done to deserve it. Had she done something to this chick? Was she the girlfriend of someone she’d slept with? What?
She was tough, too. Dizzy’s punch wasn’t exactly a haymaker, but it seemed to bounce off her with no effect, and all she could do was stumble away as her foe closed in. She grabbed her by the leg, dropped her, and for a second it looked like she was going to kick her straight in the groin - her real target was better than that, but not by much. One, two, three hard stomps in the stomach, each one tenderizing Dizzy’s stomach.
Growing desperate, she rolled over and tried to crawl away, dragging her knees through the sand as she groaned. ”Ah, god…” She winched and sucked in as much air as she could, speaking in between gasps. ”You are gonna get so fucked up in a few seconds.”
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Cléophée was cold and serious, a little calculating even while fighting only with her legs since the start of this "sparring" with Dizzy. Low blows were not her type of thing, but she knew that her mother was the type of wrestler to attack her opponent's private parts and even play on the excitement to turn the tide of a match and easily have the advantage.
The youngest and eldest of the Ysé family did not share the same ideas as their mothers in this type of case, especially Britanny who categorically refused to find herself naked in public while for Cléophée, this type of thing was tolerable but only in matches that allow it. However, she raised an eyebrow as she listened to Dizzy and her threats before sighing for a long time with an exasperated air.
"Obviously... Why are hentai fighters always the worst wrestlers..."
Cléophée quickly regained her seriousness and continued to attack her opponent with her legs. She advanced towards Dizzy and simply placed her foot on the face of the Young Lionness to control her on the ground, continued to crush the face of the brunette while looking down at her and placing both hands on her hips.
“Admit your defeat and lick.”
The youngest and eldest of the Ysé family did not share the same ideas as their mothers in this type of case, especially Britanny who categorically refused to find herself naked in public while for Cléophée, this type of thing was tolerable but only in matches that allow it. However, she raised an eyebrow as she listened to Dizzy and her threats before sighing for a long time with an exasperated air.
"Obviously... Why are hentai fighters always the worst wrestlers..."
Cléophée quickly regained her seriousness and continued to attack her opponent with her legs. She advanced towards Dizzy and simply placed her foot on the face of the Young Lionness to control her on the ground, continued to crush the face of the brunette while looking down at her and placing both hands on her hips.
“Admit your defeat and lick.”
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Unsurprisingly, Dizzy was not concerned with Cleophee’s critique of her fighting ability or the lack thereof.
She was far more concerned with the beating she was taking at the moment. This fight probably wouldn’t have gone all that well if it had been straight up, the Frenchwoman had a lot of muscle and size over Dizzy, but getting cheapshotted like this had lowered her chances all the way to zero. To make matters worse, her ‘opponent’ didn’t seem interested in letting her catch a breath.
”Hey, hey, wait-” Dizzy had just started to push her way up when Cleophee’s foot came down on her skull and pinned her to the ground, mashing her features against the hot sand and leaving her to squirm underneath. The command to lick was a little sexy, and if it had been preceded by an undeserved beatdown, she would’ve been down for it. But her initial horniness was gone at this point, replaced with a seething anger.
Cleophee wouldn’t be getting licks. Instead, she would have laughs, as Dizzy began to chuckle underneath her heel. It would seem like a strange display to anyone watching…unless they could see behind the Frenchwoman, like she could, and notice the enraged Italian giantess emerging from the waves. ”Heh. Tried to warn you.”
From the ocean came Angela Belti, over six feet of Italian muscle in a tight, black one-piece swimsuit. She’d heard the screams, but just figured that it came from kids playing around…until she spotted Desdemona, her one and only daughter, getting pounded into the sand by some blonde with a long ponytail.
She didn’t know what was happening and didn’t care much. With a lioness’ enraged roar, she came charging forward and made a beeline straight to her daughter’s attack, looking to lay her out with a massive punch to the head. ”Allontanarsi da lei!”
She was far more concerned with the beating she was taking at the moment. This fight probably wouldn’t have gone all that well if it had been straight up, the Frenchwoman had a lot of muscle and size over Dizzy, but getting cheapshotted like this had lowered her chances all the way to zero. To make matters worse, her ‘opponent’ didn’t seem interested in letting her catch a breath.
”Hey, hey, wait-” Dizzy had just started to push her way up when Cleophee’s foot came down on her skull and pinned her to the ground, mashing her features against the hot sand and leaving her to squirm underneath. The command to lick was a little sexy, and if it had been preceded by an undeserved beatdown, she would’ve been down for it. But her initial horniness was gone at this point, replaced with a seething anger.
Cleophee wouldn’t be getting licks. Instead, she would have laughs, as Dizzy began to chuckle underneath her heel. It would seem like a strange display to anyone watching…unless they could see behind the Frenchwoman, like she could, and notice the enraged Italian giantess emerging from the waves. ”Heh. Tried to warn you.”
From the ocean came Angela Belti, over six feet of Italian muscle in a tight, black one-piece swimsuit. She’d heard the screams, but just figured that it came from kids playing around…until she spotted Desdemona, her one and only daughter, getting pounded into the sand by some blonde with a long ponytail.
She didn’t know what was happening and didn’t care much. With a lioness’ enraged roar, she came charging forward and made a beeline straight to her daughter’s attack, looking to lay her out with a massive punch to the head. ”Allontanarsi da lei!”
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With Dizzy's last words, Cléophée was sure that her opponent specialized in erotic and hentai combat, it was the type of person who was so vulgar using the word 'fuck' so easily. But the Frenchwoman was also pure and courteous, having grown up in a rich family, familiar insults were not common, and the word 'fuck' could be understood in a second meaning which she learned of the existence of a few seconds later.
"Mhh ? Gahhh !"
Cléophée turned around hearing rapid footsteps coming from behind her and took a powerful punch that knocked her to the ground and knocked her out slightly. The youngest of the Ysé family moaned in pain and stroked her head, rolling slightly from right to left because of the pain. Someone had just intervened in her fight and as she finally opened her eyes, she noticed a muscular woman much taller and heavier than her. The little French girl frowned slightly, a little annoyed at having attacked from behind, but she quickly calmed down when she heard her mother's voice.
"My my~ A mother should not intervene in her daughter's fight...~"
The matriarch of the Ysé family finally decided to intervene when she saw that things were starting to get interesting. Her white skin was not protected from the sun, only her hair hid her eyes but we could easily understand that this situation amused her thanks to her smile. She stood in front of her daughter and facing the lioness who served as Dizzy's mother, a woman barely smaller than her.
"Miss Belti, I advise you to apologize to my daughter right now for your move. Our girls were sparring, isn't it darling ?~"
Cléophée sat up on her knees and nodded silently. Aliénor was the type of woman to play with words to provoke those around her, perhaps she had even planned to fight against Angela by using their daughter's honor as a pretext. In any case, she seemed to be having fun and was trying to provoke the second woman by trying to humiliate her and her daughter. Cleophée, for her part, felt the pressure change in the air and looked attentively at the Young Lioness while keeping her eyebrows furrowed.
"Mhh ? Gahhh !"
Cléophée turned around hearing rapid footsteps coming from behind her and took a powerful punch that knocked her to the ground and knocked her out slightly. The youngest of the Ysé family moaned in pain and stroked her head, rolling slightly from right to left because of the pain. Someone had just intervened in her fight and as she finally opened her eyes, she noticed a muscular woman much taller and heavier than her. The little French girl frowned slightly, a little annoyed at having attacked from behind, but she quickly calmed down when she heard her mother's voice.
"My my~ A mother should not intervene in her daughter's fight...~"
The matriarch of the Ysé family finally decided to intervene when she saw that things were starting to get interesting. Her white skin was not protected from the sun, only her hair hid her eyes but we could easily understand that this situation amused her thanks to her smile. She stood in front of her daughter and facing the lioness who served as Dizzy's mother, a woman barely smaller than her.
"Miss Belti, I advise you to apologize to my daughter right now for your move. Our girls were sparring, isn't it darling ?~"
Cléophée sat up on her knees and nodded silently. Aliénor was the type of woman to play with words to provoke those around her, perhaps she had even planned to fight against Angela by using their daughter's honor as a pretext. In any case, she seemed to be having fun and was trying to provoke the second woman by trying to humiliate her and her daughter. Cleophée, for her part, felt the pressure change in the air and looked attentively at the Young Lioness while keeping her eyebrows furrowed.
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