After taking part in a few lewd matches and finding out that they weren't so bad, Keqing found herself booked up for another particularly lewd fight against a newcomer. As she got ready backstage, Keqing felt a little embarrassed by the stipulations of the fight. It was to be a hentai match, which she had grown more ok with now that she had been through a few, but this time she was to fight in some particularly lewd attire, only allowed to wear her underwear and a sheer black pantyhose! Perhaps someone missed the attire she wore in her debut fights, where she would fight in a crop top and black tights, and wanted a bit of a reprise of that. Or this was just for enticing the audience members who had a pantyhose fetish. Either way, Keqing felt a little embarrassed to do a hentai match wearing something so lewd.
She put on a strong face though, not letting any of that show as she made her entrance. As she made her way onto the ramp, the electric riffs of her entrance music playing over the speakers as purple lights flashed around her, she had a confident look, as if the stipulations of the match didn't bother her at all. She was covered up in a purple silk robe, short enough that it let everyone in the crowd see her sheer black pantyhose, but covering up all the important bits. She raised her hand into the air, pumping up a clenched fist, firing up the crowd who let out a loud cheer of support. Then Keqing took off at a run down the ramp, barely slowed down at all by her bare feet, leaping onto the ring apron and then vaulting herself over the top ropes and landing lightly on the balls of her feet.
Keqing did a circle around the ring, waving to the crowd and continuously firing them up. After that, she finally undid her robe, throwing it off her shoulders and over the top ropes, showing the crowd the sexy lingerie she wore underneath. The crowd roared in appreciation, finally able to see the goods they paid good money for in this match. Keqing couldn't hide her blush, a slight bit of pinkness coloring her cheeks. But she didn't let it affect her, waving to the crowd some more as she stood in the ring in her sexy attire. Spoiler
As Keqing stood in the ring in her underwear, the cool air of the arena made her skin prickle up a bit. She took a deep breath, calming herself and willing her heartbeat to slow down, getting into the mindset for a fight. Cool and calm, she made her way to her corner, leaning against the turnbuckle in a relaxed fashion, looking down the ramp as she awaited the entrance of her opponent.
The lights cut out suddenly, plunging the arena into darkness. Sanguine lights flicked on, bathing the entrance ramp in a blood-red color as energetic, yet slightly mysterious,
Entrance music (start at 0:29 for replays):
cut in. A feminine figure burst out from backstage and began dashing down the entrance ramp at breakneck speed. Upon nearing the edge of the ring, the figure leapt into the air and used the ring apron as a springboard to get additional height. Without any break in her momentum, the figure vaulted over the ropes. She gracefully ran towards the corner opposite her opponent, her feet hardly making a sound as she ran.
The figure came to a stop in the corner, which allowed the audience's eyes to catch up to her. The woman had red eyes with flowing black hair, and was clad in rather provocative attire. A loose-fitting yet simultaneously flattering red sweater partially masked black, lacy lingerie. Black, sheer pantyhose covered her legs and hips, but did little to hide her lacy panties.
VGhlIG1hbiBpbiBxdWVzdGlvbiB3YXMgb25lIG9mIHRoZSBFbGV2ZW4gTWVuLiAgSHXEq3nEq24gYW5kIHRoZSBFbGV2ZW4gTWVuIHNlcnZlIHRvZ2V0aGVyIGFzIGJvZHlndWFyZHMgdG8gTcOpaSBYacSBby4gfHx8fHx8Yīn removed her sweater, eliciting cheers and wolf whistles from the crowd as her black, lacy bra was on full display. Her cheeks took on a slight tinge of red as she balled and knotted her sweater up. She held the sweater aloft, telegraphing that she was about to throw it into the crowd. Her eyes searched the crowd, making eye-contact with a number of fans before locking eyes with a nondescriptly dressed man in the crowd. Without hesitation, she threw her sweater at the man, and the man easily caught it.
Yīn started to turn her back to the fans but then abruptly stopped. I'm supposed to greet the fans, thought Yīn. She turned back around, and then started smiling at the fans and waving. Her smile was slight, her wave was restrained, and all the while, her posture was compact and demure. She gave a shallow bow to the fans before turning to her opponent and doing the same.
As Yīn bowed to Keqing, her eyes scanned over Keqing's body, observing her form and looking for anything of interest. Keqing seemed relaxed, her breathing even and muscles untensed. All in all, based on her physique and demeanor, Keqing did not seem like a pushover. But regardless, Yīn was confident in her abilities—or at least she would be, under most other circumstances.
Yīn sighed and leaned on the turnbuckle padding. Compared to the life-and-death situations she was used to, the gravity of her current situation seemed lost on her—something that Yīn was painfully aware of. Danger had a way of focusing her mind on a singular goal, to the point where everything else—fear, pain, doubt—was forgotten. Yet, unless Keqing was secretly hiding a knife up who-knows-where, this situation was unlikely to become truly dangerous.
So Yīn did not have the mental edge afforded by mortal danger. But in addition to that, she did not have the focus that came with having a mission. Yīn was used to having a mission to center her efforts around. She should put everything aside to focus on the mission, and single-mindedly pursue her objectives until completion. Thus, whether it be a dangerous situation or a more mundane one, so long as Yīn had an objective, she would always power through.
Yet, competing in LAW felt different. She knew that her "mission" was ostensibly to win—but that all seemed so shallow. Such an objective was not exogenously imposed; instead, she had to be the one to want victory. Yet, Yīn sought neither fame nor fortune—as such, her endogenous reasons for wanting to win felt weak to her. For the most part, Yīn was simply seeking something new and exciting. Something novel.
And her current predicament had novelty in spades. Between the bustling of rowdy fans and the transient flashes of cameras, the situation was certainly new for Yīn. Not to mention, the match stipulations would ensure that one of the combatants would be brought to a lewd and public climax.
Yīn began to squirm as she felt thousands of eyes upon her. She could almost feel herself being undressed hundreds of times over, her exposed form inhabiting the mind's eye of many lustful fans. The redness in her cheeks grew more prominent. Eventually, Yīn's arms folded against her chest, her legs crossed, and she attempted to hide her backside by pressing her back into the turnbuckle padding. For the first time in a long time, Yīn felt nervous. It was a feeling that she had been able to mitigate for years. However, without a strong sense of danger or duty to keep it at bay, what was once suppressed reared its ugly head. And Yīn, being at least somewhat attune to her own feelings, could tell that something was off in her mind. Yet, all she could do was wait for the bell to ring.
Keqing was a bit shocked at Yin's speed when she made her entrance. Much like Keqing, Yin made a dash down the ramp, vaulting herself into the ring using the apron and top ropes, bare feet not slowing her down at all. Keqing felt a little non-plussed that her opponent essentially copied her entrance, though that was overshadowed by how impressed she was with Yin's athleticism. She would have to be careful with this opponent, who seemed more than a match for her in terms of speed and physique!
Keqing kept her eyes on Yin as she removed the red sweater-dress she wore, gauging her opponent's body. Yin looked fit and toned, her body curvy yet athletic. She had a very similar build to Keqing, maybe a little bit taller and heavier. Seeing her opponent in sexy black lingerie and a pantyhose made Keqing blush a little, her heart fluttering in her chest as she felt a little bit of arousal. The thought of getting quite intimate with this woman made Keqing feel a bit nervous, though she was very excited as well.
Seeing Yin give her a shallow yet formal bow, Keqing did the same, greeting her opponent in this more formal manner instead of the usual handshake. Yin seemed a bit unsure and nervous, which was to be expected when being a newcomer to the ring. Especially considering the type of match it was, Keqing was not surprised that Yin had her misgivings as well.
Before the bell rang, Keqing stepped out of her corner to the center of the ring. She offered a hand out to Yin, wanting to show that she had no bad intentions, and that she wanted to have as fair a match she could given the stipulations. "Let's have a good match!" she said to her opponent, putting on a brave smile despite her own nervousness. She hoped that her opponent would be put at ease with this greeting, and that Yin wasn't the type that would take advantage of her opponent's good will.
An unexpected movement from her opponent jolted Yīn out of her self-conscious haze. Yīn's eyes followed Keqing as she walked to the center of the ring. Yīn was curious about what Keqing was intending to do—but there was no reason for Yīn to assume malice.
Once at the center of the ring, Keqing offered her hand out, as if inviting a handshake. Yīn's eyes went wide as she realized what Keqing wanted. Yīn scurried out to the center of the ring before shaking Keqing's hand and giving her a quick downwards nod of acknowledgement. Then, Yīn started backpedaling to create some distance before the match started.
The bell rang, and Yīn started circling to her right. From the way she moved, it almost looked like she was jogging backwards. She would keep her eyes on Keqing, looking at her as a whole rather than focusing on any specific area.
Internally, Yīn was unsure of how to approach this match. If this was a mission instead of a match, Yīn would try to savagely and mercilessly brutalize her opponent until she cannot resist, and then finish the match. But that felt out of place in a hentai match. Plus which, Keqing was nothing but nice to her—and Keqing was pretty cute too. Thus, the idea of getting extremely violent with Keqing seemed completely unjustified. Moreover, Yīn also wondered if this match being a hentai match meant that she was implicitly expected to stick to sensual attacks, or if more traditional moves were also acceptable.
As Yīn pondered what her approach would be, she would be distracted and open to attack. All the while, she would continue circling to her right.
Liu Yin really was a nervous newbie, Keqing thought, as her opponent did not recognize the handshake at first, then quickly scurried out to take Keqing's hand. As they shook Keqing gave her opponent a reassuring smile. "Hey, don't be nervous," she said, "I know this kind of match can be embarrassing, but it's a lot of fun as well! Just try to enjoy yourself!" Keqing had been the same way when she first started at LAW, and it took a few months for her to get used to things. Now though these kinds of matches excited her. Liu Yin was incredibly sexy, and Kewing couldn't wait to get all close and intimate with her.
When the bell rang, Keqing got into a relaxed stance, circling her opponent as well as she sized her up. Yin was moving quickly, hopping lightly on her feet as she circled Keqing. Despite being new to the ring, the way Yin held herself and moved told Keqing that this woman was an experienced fighter. If this wasn't a hentai style wrestling match, Keqing had no doubt Yin would prove a very tough opponent. She kept up with Yin, bouncing lightly on her pantyhose-covered feet as well, circling to face Yin.
Seeing that Yin wasn't going to make the first move, Keqing decided to take the initiative. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them in a single bound. Her hand shot up to grab at Yin, trying to tie up with her in a collar and elbow lock. Once she had her in a grapple, Keqing would move in closer, pressing their bodies together for a moment before trying to get one leg behind her opponent's, pushing forward to try and take Yin off her feet and drop her to the mats!
Yīn appreciated Keqing's kind words, but they did little to calm her nerves or help her focus. By the time Yīn snapped out of her distraction, Keqing was already upon her. The two women's bodies pressed close together, causing Yīn to blush. Yīn felt Keqing hips shift slightly, immediately clueing Yīn into the fact that something was coming. But by the time Yīn realized that her opponent was going for a trip, she was already on her way down. All she could do was brace for impact.
The landing was not particularly intense—however, it did leave the pair belly-to-belly in close contact. Yīn could feel her breasts mashing against Keqing's. The uncovered skin of their torsos touched, and they were face to face. Yīn would instinctively attempt to wrap her legs around Keqing's right leg, forming something akin to a half guard.
YĪn would pause for a moment, remaining still for a few seconds. Keqing's earlier words would ring out in Yīn's mind: "Just try to enjoy yourself!" But Yīn was unsure about what "enjoying herself" would entail. This was a hentai match though, so—
Assuming that Keqing was still within her grasp, Yīn would suddenly burst into action. She would attempt to grab onto Keqing's head, pulling it down and going in for a kiss! Yīn's lips would meet Keqing's as their bodies squeezed closer together. The redness on Yīn's cheeks would slightly increase in intensity as she embraced her opponent under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
As Keqing's body made contact with Yin's, the Chinese athlete couldn't help but feel her heart flutter in her chest. Being so up close and personal made the implications of this match feel much more real to Keqing, and the feeling of Yin's hot body pressing into her's got Keqing feeling all excited. She eagerly took her opponent down to the mat, snaking her leg behind Yin's before bringing the both of them crashing down with her on top. Keqing wasted no time taking advantage of her position, pressing down with her belly and chest against her opponent's, letting out a soft breath into Yin's pretty face.
"Hah!" Keqing gasped as she felt Yin's leg wrap around the back of her own. Their pantyhose rubbing together sent tingles up Keqing's spine. Yin kept her from getting a straddle and full mount, but Keqing still had the advantage. She reached out to try and grab at Yin's hands to pin those to the mats.
But before she could, Yin made her move. "Mm!" Keqing's eyes widened when Yin suddenly grabbed her head and pulled her in for a tight kiss! She could feel Yin's passion, the kiss making her melt. But she could also feel the heat and embarrassment emanating from Yin's cheeks. Or perhaps that was her own, as Keqing couldn't help but blush as well from the kiss and all their hot body contact. She remained focused though, not letting Yin get the better of her.
Keqing pressed down with her lips, kissing Yin even deeper, moaning all the while to show how much she was enjoying things. Her hands reached out to grab Yin's wrists, trying to pin her arms above her head. Meanwhile Keqing began rocking her body up and down, back and forth. She wanted to maximize their body contact and grind deeply into Yin's body, pressing down with her belly and breasts to try and overwhelm Yin, while also trying to push her thigh up between Yin's leg to brush up against her crotch, hoping to grind against her pussy and start teasing Yin to further her advantage!
A split second after Keqing grabbed her wrists, Yīn started to tuck her elbows against her body to resist. Yet, as Keqing rubbed against her, Yīn's resistance weakened. Their breasts mashed together as Keqing's right leg rubbed back and forth against Yīn's groin. An involuntary moan escaped Yīn's lips, her breathing quickly becoming unsteady. In short order, Keqing had Yīn's arms pinned above her head, just as Keqing had intended.
Part of Yīn wanted to just lay there and enjoy the sensations. She did not feel the burning commitment to succeed that she was used to having. The idea of simply lying down passively and letting Keqing work her over did not seem abhorrent to Yīn—it even seemed pleasant. Yīn would involuntarily begin grinding her hips against Keqing's legs.
But deep down inside, Yīn could still vaguely appreciate that this was a competition. After taking a few moments to indulge her senses, Yīn would attempt to quickly jerk her arms out of Keqing's grip. Her right arm would underhook Keqing's left arm. Yīn would then attempt to roll Keqing over clockwise. Yīn would uncross her legs and roll to her right, her left arm wrapping around the right side and back of Keqing's head.
If Yīn succeeded in rolling Keqing over, Yīn would attempt to sit up. But Yīn's mind would be in an aroused fog. Her face would be upturned and red, and her breathing would be heavy. Seemingly oblivious to the erotic danger she was in, Yīn would remain still for a while, as if she was trying to catch her breath.
Though Keqing was feeling all hot and bothered as well from their tight contact, she still remained focused, refusing to let her arousal pose too much of a distraction. Yin struggled against her attempt to pull her arms up, but all it took was a slight brush of her thigh against the other woman's sex and Yin gave in, allowing Keqing to force her arms all the way above her head. "That's step one," Keqing thought.
The next step was entangling Yin's legs to lock in the grapevine. That was a bit harder to accomplish, as Yin's legs were firmly wrapped around Keqing's, and despite the reduction of friction from their pantyhoses it was still hard for Keqing to kick free. And she needed to keep Yin under control by pushing against her sex. As Keqing contemplated how she should do this, she suddenly felt Yin jerk her hands free and reverse the grip on her arms!
"Mm!" Keqing let out a soft gasp muffled by their deep kiss. Suddenly Yin had enough leverage the reverse the hold, flipping them over so she rolled on top! Yin was quite skilled and strong, it seemed. Keqing would have to remain vigilant to beat this opponent.
"Ah!" Keqing let out a small gasp when Yin broke their kiss and began to sit up. Yin's face was all red, her breathing heavy. Keqing could tell that all this hot body contact was getting her feeling all aroused. She didn't try to break away though, taking some time to breathe and recover. That gave Keqing the opportunity she needed. Her hands shot up and grabbed the back of Yin's head, pulling herself up using Yin as a brace as she moved in to lock lips with her opponent once more. As she did she would sit up, scooting her hips back to try and pull her lower body out from underneath Yin, attempting to get back onto her knees. If successful, Keqing would lean forward once more to mash her boobs up against Yin's and deepen their kiss, her arms wrapping around her opponent's back to hug her tightly, forcefully keeping Yin close and giving her no space to recover or breathe!
The feeling of Keqing's hands pushing down on her neck snapped Yīn out of her haze. Her natural reaction was to resist being pulled, which ended up working in Keqing's favor. Using Yīn as a brace, Keqing managed to pull herself up and pull her hips out from under Yīn. Yīn quickly found herself on her knees with Keqing's arms wrapped tightly around her.
The squeezing made it difficult to breathe, as did the tight kiss. Keqing pressed into Yīn, and Yīn reciprocated. With her toes on the mat, Yīn used her legs and core to push back, matching Keqing's force and locking the two women in a stalemate.
But Yīn was not content to simply sit and stall—plus which, Keqing's squeezing made the position uncomfortable. Yīn's arms would shoot out and wrap around Keqing's body; but Yīn would not squeeze. Instead, Yīn would attempt to unhook Keqing's bra before trying to push Keqing over! Yīn would drive forward, using her powerful leg muscles to topple Keqing and hopefully land on top of her!
Should all of that work, Yīn would try to directly fondle Keqing's right breast. Using the fingers of her left hand, Yīn would start tweaking Keqing's nipple. Yīn would look Keqing in the eyes for a moment before looking away, red in the face. "Is this... okay? Being lewd in public... to another woman?" Yīn would say, her eyes avoiding Keqing's.
