Chiaki vs Azura: Lightweight Bikini Battle

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Chiaki's reversal had worked to perfection. She was still face down in the sand, but now she was on top of Azura instead of the other way around. But just as Chiaki had when she was in the ankle lock, Azura was fighting back against the breast smother. The songstress made use of her hips, which were currently the most mobile part of her body, to try to shift out from under Chiaki or pull her legs free.

For her part, Chiaki would try to match the movements of Azura's hips with her own to stay solidly on top. Owning to her experience as a dancer, Azura's hips were stronger, but the gamer girl's position was so advantageous by comparison that it didn't really matter. "You seem nice, so I don't want to knock you out even if you can't escape. So I grabbed your wrists instead of your hands so you can still tap the sand," said Chiaki, who seemed to be responding to Azura's thoughts as if she somehow knew them. "I've seen people get knocked out before because they didn't realize they had that option, so I just wanted to let you know."

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Azura's movements and shifts did little to displace Chiaki's position. Even as she tried shaking her off Chiaki stuck close to her. And the grapevine was doing its work all the while, searing at Azura's thighs along with the breast smother making it harder and harder to breathe. She was already starting to heave labored breaths against Chiaki's cleavage, her lungs burning as the air started to run out. And worse stil, Chiaki answered her inner thoughts with the most deadpan of answers that edged on sarcastic, an act that had the Songstress's face redden from suffocation and annoyance.

No, calm down. Fretting won't solve the situation. She forced her nerves to settle, keeping her wits. There was still a chance to get out of this. Biting her lower lip, she put the last bits of energy into her hips and started outright thrusting her lower body upward. It was a gamble, but she was confident enough in her legs and lower body to overpower her opponent. Years of dance and wrestling gave them strength, and hopefully it'd see her through this trial as well.

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Chiaki had Azura locked down with her breast smother, but of course the songstress had no plans to just sit there and take it until she passed out. Azura went from simply trying to shift and maneuver her hips out from underneath Chiaki to outright trashing. And even underneath the gamer girl, Azura was able to generate some serious force in what little part of her body she could still move.

"Hrng, ah," Chiaki grunted as she started to struggle with maintaining her position of dominance. Azura's thrusting and thrashing was already starting to force the gamer's hips into the air. With every push the bluenette made, Chiaki's hips bounced up in the air, coming back down, and then being struck once more. The pinkette felt the grip her legs had on Azura's start to loosen as Chiaki focused on making sure she held her chest down on Azura's face as tightly as possible.

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Azura could feel the pressure on her legs loosen as she humped and jerked her legs and hips about. Every movement was slowly freeing her, but it was slow. She could feel a slight relief from the burning in her thighs, and with the space she had created she started squirming and kicking her legs out to free herself further.

Still, Chiaki was stubbornly clinging her upper body and torso to Azura's face, now fully focusing on smothering her out. But now Azura had a angle to exploit, as tiny as it was. With the bit of freedom she had with her legs she started to push her hips and lower body up to force Chiaki's chest at an odd angle, shaking herself left and right to try and shake the girl off.

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At this point, Chiaki was highly doubting that her breast smother would be a match ender. But that didn't mean she wouldn't get as much value out of it as possible. After all, damage was damage. But the freer that Azura got, the harder she could fight and thrash. It became cyclical until Azura was able to start bridging her body from underneath the gamer girl's.

Chiaki's lower body was getting pushed and lifted up now instead of just her hips. Azura was starting to put the pinkette's body at a high angle, which combine with all the shaking and squirming the songstress was doing with her upper body, Chiaki felt her chest starting to slide off of Azura's face. And soon enough, Chiaki did in fact find her breasts on the sand instead of Azura's face. She was still technically on top of the bluenette, but the gamer's smother was all but broken out of at this point.

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It was working. Little by little Azura's bucking and bridging was loosening the grip around her legs, and once she had more freedom within her lower body it was just a matter of forcing Chiaki's body at an odd angle and slowly sliding her breasts off Azura's face. And as the Songstress started to feel the touch of fresh air and the warm sun on her eyes she took a sharp, deep inhale of much needed oxygen, twist her body to the side and all but shoving Chiaki's breasts and body away from her as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.

"Haah..." She ran a hand through her now-sandy hair, dusting off grains stuck against her strands as she glanced back at Chiaki. Her once stoic and frozen gaze now lightly with fresh emotion. Angry emotion. A sight that had the crowd holding its breath for a moment before Azura exhaled and relaxed her gaze to its calmer, more tactful expression. "Rather stubborn, aren't you."

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Chiaki knew that it probably wasn't very reasonable for her to expect a victory from a single hold, especially considering that she had just thrown that very same logic at Azura when the songstress tried to force the gamer girl to submit to an ankle lock. But that didn't mean that Chiaki couldn't at least hope for her breast smother to end up knocking Azura out.

Alas, it wasn't meant to be. After great struggle, Chiaki was finally thrown from atop Azura's body. The streamer felt Azura grab her chest strongly, angrily as she threw Chiaki off. The bluenette's hair now had golden patches, courtesy of the sand. Chiaki thought it looked nice, though kept quiet. Understanding that Azura would not likely feel the same. "Most people would say so, I think," said Chiaki in response to Azura's words.

Chiaki's feet shifted in the sand as she tried to get a read on Azura. She had clearly angered the songstress, though Azura was quick to cover it up. The pinkette felt safe in thinking that she didn't have to worry about an emotion fueled, hyper aggressive offensive. Azura was just too calm to be the type. But Chiaki still believed the songstress would want to attack. So she advanced, but stayed just beyond the range of Azura's kicks, looking to see if she could bait something out.

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After a few more much needed breaths Azura started rise. She could feel her body starting to cool down as oxygen finally reached her lungs, her shoulders and chest slowly in motion with every inhale before settling down. Close call... Azura glanced in Chiaki's direction, looking her over as she moved toward the Songstress. "Hm..." Azura's expression hardened, and she tensed her legs before pushing off and kicking up sand as she sprinted forward, springing off the ground and shooting her legs forward for a heavy and vengeful dropkick aimed right against Chiaki's chest.

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Chiaki willing gave Azura the initiative, and she gladly took it. The song ran forward into a leap as she went for a massive dropkick against the gamer girl. "Woah!" said Chiaki, taken aback by Azura's speed. This attack was going to be too much for her to try and counter, and dodging was beyond the list of possibilities as well.

So Chiaki did the only thing that she really could in this position. She crossed her arms over her chest and took the hit. "Agh!" grunted Chiaki on impact. Azura's dropkick crashed into her arms, sending them back into and bouncing them off of her chest. Even with the successful block, Chiaki staggered back multiple steps, barely staying upright. And her arm was stinging from the blow.

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It wasn't at her desired target, the feeling of that kick alone brought Azura some satisfaction. She could feel her blood pump into her veins again with the fresh air she took in, feel the solid impact of feet slamming into flesh, and feel the momentum of the match start to swing her way. She kipped up to her feet soon after the dropkick hit, seeing Chiaki stagger back from the hit and barely keeping balance. Her eyes narrowed slightly, quickly sucking in another breath before pushing forward. She's still unsteady. Going easy now would be a death sentence. Azura had to keep up this advantage while she had it.

She pivoted on her heel, spinning her leg forward for a heavy kick aimed right for Chiaki's stomach.