The Subtle Art of the Golden Lotus: Madeleine Citronelle vs Yifei Liu (D)

[Malkavia]

The sound of Madeleine's breath swam in her ears, as if she was underwater. The air hitched twice in her throat on the way in, then poured out her in a gutteral groan. The mechanical movement fanned a flame in her stomach, an alarm. Stop, stop, stop! As if not breathing were an option.

The light from overhead the ring blared on the intake, then went fuzzy on the exhale, and then Yifei was standing in the middle of it, which reminded Madeleine of the crowd. It was behind her, roaring. Madeleine's mind began to race, to clench in preparation to roll. Or should she try to stand—or maybe kip? Could she kip in her present condition?

All those thoughts washed away like the blood from her face when Yifei pressed her fist to her palm and bowed. Your Savate was excellent, she said.

Madeleine remembered the thousands of eyes—Millions, really, if you included the accumulated streams and digital uploads. Her thighs felt suddenly cool, and a point of sickly pleasure formed between her legs, spreading over her navel, through a filament that ran all the way to the now-darkening bruise in the middle of her ripped black one-piece.

The Countess — still clutching herself on the mat — glared as Yifei hopped out of the ring, so light, so eager to grab her ladder. She imagined Yifei falling just wrong as she slid out of the ring. She imagined her leg snapping under the weight of her body. She pictured, in high-definition detail, the shard of femur piercing ther smooth surface of her skin, like a jagged rock, dripping with viscera...the way she'd scream as the blood spurt, spraying her face in vibrant Citronelle red. Oh no, you poor thing. How will you ever compete again?

Enough.

As Madeleine's mind coalesced back in the present, Yifei had dragged the ladder to the center of the ring, a few feet away from the Countess. Clunk-clunk-clunk! The nanquan weasel's boots climbed up her aluminum tower. Clunk-clunk-clunk! On her way to the vibrator, and the crowd hummed like her choir.

When Yifei fell, did Madeleine want her to twist her ankle? Or snap her femur? Or her conk her head at a brain-splattering velocity? Of course not. But as she forced focus back into her sight and hearing and pushed down the nausea and pain and arousal, as she rolled onto her back and as she placed one boot, then the other against the nearest leg of the ladder — her face wrapped all the while in a twisted, disfiguring snarl — she remembered an old saying. Let God sort her out.

Then she kicked her boots against the ladder leg with everything she had.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

As Yifei excitedly climbed up the ladder, CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK, her mind became filled with lascivious and nervous thoughts about how she would use the dildo on Ms. Citronelle.

"Oh god, I’m so nervous. I’ve never done it with such a beautiful woman before…", Yifei remarked to herself under her hot breath.

Yifei felt a familiar pang of anxiety in her chest.

What if I can’t make her wet? What if I can’t figure out the buttons?

Negative thoughts started running rampant. Yifei felt her springy thighs grow lethargic and her once light body now felt heavy.

What if my nervous tremors act up again just when I see her naked… or when I’m about to rub it against her… her pussy…

Yifei’s entire body suddenly felt hot and heavy.

“Ohhh…”

Her breasts and erect nipples dragged and rubbed against the ladder struts as her ascension became more labored and slow. Yifei breathed heavily, and the tender space between her thighs ached.

“S-Shoot, my stupid nerves are kicking in…”, Yifei murmured aloud. “If only I could touch myself a little bit...calm me down... b-but, everyone’s watching…”

Before Yifei could collect herself, she felt the aluminum frame beneath her violently give way!

“Ahhhh!!”

There was no time to think! Yifei’s martial arts instincts kicked in, and she quickly kicked off the ladder and somersaulted backward to safety. But Yifei’s hot and bothered body dulled her technique, and this time, she could not land cleanly for the crowd.

Yifei fell with a painful and awkward THUD on her right shoulder and thighbone. Not even a roll to diminish the fall.

“Owww…”

Yifei grabbed onto her injured shoulder. She winced in pain as her bruised thigh struggled to raise her to just a kneeling position.

Yifei looked up to catch a visual of the Countess. Yifei had miscalculated her opponent. Ms. Madeleine was still in this fight!

Yifei fell and suffered a hard landing

[Malkavia]

Madeleine's heels slammed the ladder, which vibrated like a 12-ft tall aluminum tuning fork. She could feel that HUMMMMM up her legs, down her spine, all the way up to the base of her neck. Then the tower teetered towards her, and even though she'd known this was coming, the sight of all that metal tumbling towards her face still made her heart dance in her chest.

As she rolled onto her side and then onto her chest, she saw Yifei in her peripheral vision. A shot of purple and pink. A blur. Then she saw her crash. Madeleine sucked in air through her teeth, wincing and clenching all her toes. Imagine it. Imagine falling from that high.

Before she had any time to ponder, the ladder landed a hair's breadth away from her back, and the sound of the ladder closing on itself and bouncing and crashing again was like thunder a few inches from the back of her head. She winced, eyes wide, before rolling herself backwards onto her feet.

But she was fine. Everything was fine, in fact—lovely. The crowd was buzzing...Yes. Some of her audience groaned in sympathy for poor Yifei, but she heard a lot of applause as well. Sparkles. Engagement. And Madeleine had what those in showbusiness called a vision for where to take it next.

As Madeleine rose from her squat, she hooked her hands over the rungs of the ladder. She gripped it just below the center, where she estimated the center of gravity to lie, then heaved it to hip height. She bounced at her knees, brow knit, feeling the ladder's inertia swing her fingertips. About fifty pounds? Maybe sixty?

"HUP!" With a burst of power from her legs and arms, she rolled the ladder over her shoulder. A bazooka. It tried to pull her left. She leaned right, overcorrected, then came back to center—weight even under both feet. A smile crooked at the edge of her lips as she lifted her face and met Yifei's eyes. Her bazooka turned—dead-on with her opponent.

What was that little gesture Yifei had given? A wave to the crowd? A little curtsy?

Madeleine smirked. She had ideas for that. Things and motions and plans to come. But for now, she just dug her heel into the mat and launched herself across the mat, feeling every heavy bound as her feet slammed fifty pounds heavier against the mat, her hair streaming out behind her in golden waves, with every intention of dropping this ladder like a spear into Yifei's gut.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

The audience thundered with applause and cheers. But this time, it was not for Yifei. The beautiful countess had stolen back the hearts of the crowd from the overconfident young martial artist.

Yifei knew she had committed a most shameful series of missteps: Disrespecting her opponent by counting them out too early… failing to show humility in victory… almost touching herself in front of hundreds of people… and then falling flat like a noobie who had never learned to take a hit before.

The crowd continued to cheer for the countess's remarkable comeback.

Yifei hung her head low in shame. She hated to lose the audience's love so quickly, and she dreaded to imagine what an awful impression Ms. Madeleine had of her now.

Ms. Madeleine probably thinks of me as a disrespectful upstart. I’ve made a complete fool of myself…

Yifei mustered the strength in her aching body to reach a standing position.

“… but I’m still in this fight too!”

Yifei raised her head and readied a fighting stance. Yifei blocked out the distracting noise of the crowd and ignored the pain in her leg and shoulder. She focused once more on the most important person in the arena: her opponent. The two locked eyes, and Yifei took appraisal of the resurrected countess.

But for a moment, Yifei didn’t recognize the woman in front of her.

Instead, Yifei saw a towering Amazonian wielding a 12-foot metal ladder with ease. The tear in Madeleine's leotard about her midriff exposed tensed abs supporting a rigid frame of lean muscle. Yifei had no idea Ms. Citronelle had such a strong build beneath her usually relaxed, smooth, soft skin. Yifei's mouth watered at the thought of massaging Madeleine's tensed muscles and feeling up the secret ridges and valleys of the countess's body... but then Yifei quickly dispelled those distracting thoughts and returned to her senses.

Yifei had no idea Ms Madeleine had such a strong build

Madeleine readied the ladder and leaned forward.

Yifei felt a pang of fear, and her fiery gaze turned to low embers as she stepped back.

“M-Ms. Citronelle? The ladder goes over th-…”

The countess charged with the heavy ladder in tow, readied on her shoulder like a battering ram!

Yifei’s evasive instincts kicked in, but the sharp pain in her thigh returned and arrested her movement. Too late!

WHAM

The ladder speared Yifei in her gut like a jousting lance! Yifei clutched at the ladder, but Madeleine was too strong. The countess pushed the skewered Yifei across the mat until Yifei’s back slammed into the ringpost.

The ladder speared Yifei in her gut like a jousting lance!

“GUHH!!”

The devastating blow made Yiifei fall into a breathless heap, her butt and back against the ringpost. The ladder fell on top of her splayed legs. The 50 pounds of cold metal lying on top of her thighs felt like 500 pounds as all the wind and strength had been knocked out of her.

“S-So… strong…”, Yifei squeaked.

Yifei keeled over as she gasped for breath. She became engrossed by the unbearable pain in her stomach, but she could still hear the crowd roar again for her opponent. Somehow, the pain felt worse.

[Malkavia]

The last few moments — when Yifei was the lump of iron between the anvil of the ringpost and the hammer of the ladder — felt like grinding her heel against a squirming, quivering bug.

Ah.

Madeleine let out a long breath as Yifei curled up over her knees. Adrenaline pulsed in her cheeks and shimmered in her knees and kept her tummy bearable.

But they still weren't even, were they? No. Madeleine knew, as she bent down and shoved the ladder off Yifei, as she grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged her back to the center of the mat. They were not even. Not yet.

At the sleepover, Madeleine had loved teasing Yifei—placing her legs over her lap. Hovering her lips dangerously close to her little blueberry's neck. She'd spent much of that night wondering impolite thoughts...what does Yifei look like on her knees without her clothes on? For instance.

Unless Yifei woke up from the fifty pound ladder-to-the-gut faster than Madeleine anticipated, she was going to lay the girl over her leg, hand on her jaw to wrap her around her knee, with her belly-button streeeeetched towards the air.

"Poor little blueberry..." the Countess muttered. And she meant it, too. If only you hadn't driven me to this.

Not that it was time for the girl's punishment quite yet. As Madeleine shook her head lightly left and right, throwing her hair behind her back and puffing out her chest, she curled her fingers over Yifei's ring-gear just above her belly and just under her breasts. The fabric felt strong under her grip—thick cotton, mostly likely. Madeleine glanced out to the audience, mischievous, as her arm clenched.

RRRRRRRRIP!

The Countess ripped a chunk like a tattered flag from Yifei's cheongsam. At first it peeled from her like a sardine can being twisted open. Then Madeleine yanked, and the white and crimson fabric ripped away from Yifei's belly, leaving the delicate, heaving white skin bare for the cameras.

It was as if a bomb had gone off in the crowd. Madeleine grinned. Then she lifted her hand, balled it into a fist, and gave the crowd a few seconds to lean in.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

The pain emanating from Yifei's gut rocked all her senses to the edge of delirium. Tummy muscles spasmed with every breath and slight movement. Yifei was oblivious to the callous way that Madeleine had dragged the young martial artist by her purple hair halfway across the arena. For all Yifei knew, she had been gracefully princess-carried and tenderly placed upon Madeleine's knee like a bed.

Yifei slowly opened her eyes. She found herself lying on the Countess's knee, facing skywards and looking up towards the beautiful Savat kick fighter. Madeleine's pristine, sweaty skin glistened in the backdrop of the arena light. Yifei blushed as she examined up close the subtle contours of Madeleine's toned abs, exposed by her torn midriff.

From Yifei's point of view, the Countess was looking down at her with an aura of genuine concern.

"Poor little blueberry..."

Yifei felt Madeleine place a tender hand on Yifei's rocked abdomen. The gentle touch helped ease the pain of the stomach spasms just a bit.

Yifei could sense the love and care that Madeleine had for her lovely Kouhai. Despite the searing pain and labored breath, Yifei squeaked out a barely audible reassurance to her senpai.

"I-I'm ok Ms. Citronelle. Don't worry..."

RRRIPPPP

"Ahhh!" Yifei's gasp caused her stomach to spasm wildly. Her back arched in pain as her exposed midriff and navel were on display for the whole arena to hoot and holler for.

Then, a realization hit Yifei like a truck.

Did Ms. Citronelle just rip Yifei's cheongsam? Oh my! Yifei didn't know if she was ready for this. One of the most dangerous phases of martial arts combat at LAW: disrobing attacks! Yifei had dreamt of this moment but never mentally prepared for it.

Oh my gosh! Ms Citronelle is already taking my clothes off!

Pain from her gut and inappropriate thoughts traveled through Yifei's brain at 100 miles per hour.

That means it's ok if I disrobe her too, right? Like, completely? That's now a valid counterattack, right? Ouch! Tummy hurts! Ok, so what clothes would be advantageous to forcefully take off her first? I'd like to leave her tiara on. Ow! Oh, I can't decide what to do while I'm injured like this...

Ms. Citronelle ripped Yifei's cheongsam!

Yifei's thoughts and tummy pain ran wild until her unfocused eyes finally noticed the raised fist in the air.

Shoot! An incoming attack!

Yifei knew her stomach hadn't recovered yet. Her abs were still rocked from the spearing from the ladder strike.

With all the meager strength Yifei could muster as her stomach wretched in the back-bending hold, Yifei attempted to push away Madeleine's hand pressed down against her jaw so she could escape before the Countess's hammer came down!

[Malkavia]

Oh—the little one is waking up. Madeleine froze, cocked her head, then lowered her hand until her palms rested just below Yifei's bellybutton. She was so soft. Tender, like a flower blossom.

"Tsk." They were such...problems, these kittens, these puppy dogs and wide-eyed rabbit. She loved to hold them in her lap, loved the warmth that welled in her throat and made her feel so big and light.

And Yifei had sweet eyes. Soft lips, parted just so, like a girl still wrapped up in a silky dream. It would be lovely to kiss those lips.Pat pat. Madeleine tapped her navel with her finger tips, sighing as the drank in the moment. Then she struck, out of nowhere, like a scorpion.

"ONE!"

Her fist went up, the muscles in her shoulders bunched and rippled, she dropped her fist like a hammer against Yifei's stomach. A drum! One that writhed and drooled and spat, legs splayed. Would she moan? Madeleine's ears were positively peeled for a moan.

"TWO!"

—because if Yifei did moan, did let a needy whimper or whine slide out of her poor kissable lips, Madeleine wanted to interrupt. No, Yifei, darling, sweet. Blueberry. I'm afraid you'll have to wait until I tell you it's time to make your noises.

"THREE!"

Oh, but what's that? Madeleine's ears perked. The crowd, it seemed, had become canny to the game, and the whole arena reverberated with THREE! How did Yifei take that? Not well, Madeleine had to imagine. This was the brat who pulled out that ridiculous flying entrance to this whole game, wasn't it? Well that was just too bad. Yifei had to learn—the crowd belonged to Madeleine.

"FFFFFFOUR!"

Madeleine's shoulder was starting to ache, but Yifei's tummy rewarded Madeleine with a growing red, quickly purpling blotch. Madeleine was breathing hard from all this exertion and took a moment to just...look at the ragged girl draped over her leg.

To look, mayhaps to touch. Madeleine slid her hand over Yifei's belly, then rolled her palm over the still-covered curve of her breast and squeezed. Should she rip this too? Her mouth felt suddenly dry as she kneaded against her opponent through a thin layer of smooth silk. The crowd shook, yowled, hooted—no question where they wanted this all to go.

Well, if her darlings would just be patient, she would take them there. But first she raised, then dropped her fist one last time on a woman barely resisting.

"Five."

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Madeleine quickly brushed aside Yifiei’s futile attempt to escape. Yifei closed her eyes and winced as she strained to tense up her wrecked abdominal muscles. It was Yifei’s last line of defense against the Countess’s impending assault on the kung fu fighter’s exposed tummy.

But no fistful of pain came down on her. Instead, Yifei gasped as she felt the unexpected, gentle touch of the Countess’s fingertips exploring the smooth skin below her belly button. Then came the teasing taps from those perfect fingernails. A tingle emanated from Yifei’s navel. An electric ointment that soothed her pain, dulled her fear, and turned her the fuck on. “Oh fuck…” Yifei opened herself up to Madeleine’s comforting touch. Ab muscles unclenched. Defenses went down. And Yifei breathed in deep, exhaled slowly, and relaxed as her mind’s eye fantasized about where Madeleine’s fingers might go next…

Then the scorpion struck!

"ONE!"

“kyaa!!”

Madeleine’s fist fell like a hammer and shattered Yifei’s erotic daydream. Yifei could only manage a meager yelp with the bit of air she had left from the exhale of her hot and heavy breathing. Spit and drool dribbled down Yifei’s cheeks.

"TWO!"

“AUGH!!”

Yifei’s pale legs kicked in the air, and her soft hands feebly pushed against Madeleine’s steel abdomen. The pain was too much. Yifei started to moan in agony.

“OHHH-“

"THREE!"

Madeleine’s fist fell like a hammer and shattered Yifei’s erotic daydream.

No quarter! No time to even wallow and whimper from the pain of the previous strike. But something else pained Yifei even more than the tummy strikes: the audience. No longer were they cheering for the high-flying talent of Bella Vista Dojo. Instead, the crowd was joining in on the counts for the Countess’s strikes! Yifei felt a pang of shame that energized her. Yifei grasped at the arm that imprisoned her jaw. "I'm n-not giving up! Not when everyone's watching me back home!" Yifei PUSHED, and Madeleine’s arm started to lift off. “For Bella Vistaaa-”

"FFFFFFOUR!"

“KYAAA!!”

Yifei’s rebellious strength left her as fast as it came. She spat and convulsed atop the Countess's resolute knee. Dizziness and delirium from the pain set in.

Then, the Countess took advantage of the dazed body of the once cocky kung fu fighter.

Madeleine grabbed at Yifei's defenseless breasts! “Ahh!..” Yifei felt both shame and excitement as the Countess felt up her covered tits. The dizziness from the tummy pain and the pleasure from Madeleine’s groping put Yifei in a state of horny delirium. Madeleine kneaded areola against silk and pinched at eager nipples poking against fabric. The tummy pain magically numbed away. Yifei’s hips bucked, and her pussy juice escaped her athletic shorts and streaked down her thighs. “Hnng!..”

The dazed Yifei forgot her pride as a Bella Vista Dojo fighter. In that moment, all Yifei wanted was to touch herself while her golden senpai ravaged her tits.

Madeleine grabbed at Yifei's defenseless breasts.

In that moment, all Yifei wanted was to touch herself while her golden senpai ravaged her tits

As Madeleine fondled Yifei to the rhythm of the crowd’s desires, Yifei let her inner weakness take control. Yifei shifted her hand to the waistband of her shorts and slid them underneath. Yifei's fingers slid over her smooth crotch and cupped her soaked pussy. Yifei yearned for the familiar feeling of her wet pussy under professional clothes. You see, fighting an experienced Savate kickboxer was just too hard. Carrying her school’s pride on her shoulders was just too hard. Committing to kung fu was just too hard. It was much easier and comforting to just masturbate and forget about her life’s problems.

Madeleine pinched and teased Yifei's nipples again. Yifei felt her clit swell up. She started to rub herself, but then-

"Five."

“KYAAA!!"

Before Yifei could rub her pussy the way Madeleine rubbed her tits, the scorpion struck a fifth and final time. But this strike was calculated. Just enough poison to incapacitate Yifei and leave her at the whims of the Countess.

The pain returned. Yifei could barely talk or move. Her sinful hand smeared pussy juice across her abs as she instinctively grabbed at her bruised, purple tummy. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Yifei looked up at Madeleine with a face full of arousal, pain, and desperation.

"M-Ms Madeleine... p-please..."

Yifei looked up at Madeleine with a face full of arousal, pain, and desperation.

[Malkavia]

Madeleine sighed, and as the air flowed up her throat and out of her nostrils, she could feel herself glitter. From her golden boots, up her bare thigh, to the powerful curve of her shoulder. The crowd roared.

Madeleine combed her fingers through Yifei's hair, stroking her cheek with a thumb. As sexy and dangerous as her kung-fu had been, Madeleine preferred her like this—trembling. Defenseless. Sweet.

But with the crowd, the present moment rarely lasted long. They needed more, so Madeleine followed her instincts—lifting Yifei's slack, exposed body into a kiss.

Yifei was panting, so it was easy to slip her tongue between her lips. It was easy taking control in general. As limp and beaten as she was, Puppy still seemed to want to cling to warm and forgiving Madeleine. She tasted vaguely sweet, like a plum. Maybe it was the lip gloss?

Madeleine lifted Yifei by her shoulder, pulling her up gently so that her hips slid down Madelein's thigh and their bodies pressed together. Her lips closed. Kissed. Then she pushed her tongue into a second, deeper embrace, one hand controlling the back of her puppy's head, the other sliding, ticklish, up her front. As Madeleine pulled Yifei closer, forcing her neck to bend as the Countess made love with her lips, she was tempted to bite. To punish. To slam a sixth fist into her shattered belly, or to slip her fingers under Yifei's waistband, to take her pussy and pump until Miss Kung-Fu humiliated herself, spraying cum all over Madeleine's fingers—which Madeleine would force her to clean with her gaping slut mouth.

But...she couldn't. Not with this sweet, soft girl, behaving so beautifully it made Madeleine's heart ache.

Instead, Madeleine was gentle. Sometimes, after the first tear opens, after a cloth first finds its integrity violated, exposing it further is easy. It was like that with Yifei's cheongsam. All Madeleine had to do was push her hand inside the tear and lift, and the garment split slowly down the middle until the tear reached her collar and — soundlessly — the costume pulled apart. From there, it was simple to slide it down Yifei's shoulders and let it collapse in a pile in the ring.

Madeleine paused. Her lips pulled from Yifei's and she looked deep into her eyes. Her eyes and her smile and her blush told Yifei just how good she was being—what sweet little thing she was. Her breasts were perfect—plump and round and perky, with small, pink nipples, her skin bright and shiny with sweat..

Madeleine took one breast in her hand. She cupped her pussy, gently, in the other. She drew Yifei in for one last kiss, brushing her thumb over her areola at the climax.

It was unfair. Madeleine wanted moments like these to just...last forever. But then someone in the boiling crowd stood up and cupped his mouth with his hands and screamed "FUCK YEEEEEEAH!" and the spell broke and it was on to the next thing. Madeleine lay Yifei down on the mat, careful to make sure she didn't hit her head, and then trotted over to the ladder.

Madeleine was so enraptured by the moment that she didn't realize the problem as she broke the ladder open. She didn't even notice it when she stepped on the first rung, her hands firm on its side. It wasn't until she was halfway up the ladder that images of Yifei's needy face slipped out of Madeleine's imagination long enough for her to notice the ground.

And how far down it was.

Vertigo hit like a truck. Madeleine became suddenly aware of her tongue, which felt swollen and dry. Her stomach flopped like a fish. She suddenly felt her since of balance quaver, like she was on the deck of a boat heaving in the ocean. She pressed herself against the steel, almost clinging to the rung.

Stop looking down.

Her mind instantly started work. But tearing her eyes off the yawning ground was impossible.

Stop it!

She licked her lips. Big breath. She looked up. But up, somehow, was even worse, because the huge height of the arena was up there, as far away as the blue sky, and she couldn't help but imagine herself up there. Teetering. Falling. The dildo spun crazily in her vision.

And she couldn't move.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Yifei swooned and blushed like never before. Totally lost in the Countess’s embrace, she felt a sense of security and comfort overtake her. Madeleine’s body pressed against Yifei’s exposed chest and kept her warm. She carefully held Yifei’s head like it was something precious. She massaged Yifei’s naked breasts with consideration. And her tongue wiped away the salty taste of tears from Yifei's lips. Where was that ruthless kickboxer from earlier? The one who ravaged Yifei’s poor tummy without mercy? Oh well. It didn’t matter. As long as Ms. Madeleine held her in her arms, Yifei felt safe.

Then, the Countess laid Yifei down gently, and Yifei watched forlornly as her caretaker trotted away. Yifei was left lying on her back, pathetically staring at Madeleine’s ass as the Countess started to set up the ladder.

The disrobed Yifei gave herself over to the Countess's embrace

Madeleine’s make-out session with Yifei ended far too soon. Just another minute of kissing and breast grabbing, and Yifei might have come right there in Madeleine’s arms. Yifei’s pussy ached against her skin-tight athletic shorts. This match was lost, right? Yifei knew she couldn’t beat Madeleine. Best to give up and just let her senpai fuck her into submission. But Yifei’s impatient pussy couldn’t wait for the Countess to retrieve the dildo and finish the fight. Remembering the feeling of Madeleine’s tongue inside her mouth, the defeated Yifei stared off blankly into the bright spotlights above as she reached her lascivious fingers back down towards her shorts…

Suddenly, an angry voice from far away barked at Yifei! 你这孩子怎么这么不听话? (Nǐ zhè háizi zěnme zhème bù tīnghuà?) “Why do you have to be a bad kid that never listens?”

The voice of Yifei’s master! Yifei immediately yanked her fingers away from her pants and sat straight up at attention. She looked around incredulously. “Master? Was that you? Where are you?”

No response. Duh, of course not. Her master was back home in California. It was all Yifei’s imagination. But then Yifei came to a shameful realization. Indeed, Yifei’s master and her fellow adult students were certainly watching the pay-per-view match on the dojo TV back home in Oakland! Oh no! Yifei couldn’t let her dojo see her fail like this. No way! Not when-

"I’m not giving up, Master!" The topless Yifei rocketed up to her feet, boobs bouncing as she alighted and pumped her fist up into the air. Yifei focused her mind and blocked out the lust in her pants and the pain in her tummy. “Watch me!”

The rejuvenated Yifei surveyed the battlefield. The Countess hadn’t yet reached the top of the ladder. This was her chance!

The half-naked kung-fu dame sprinted toward the rear section of the ladder. In a dazzling series of flips and jumps, Yifei ascended the rear steps in a flash, leaving Madeleine below in the dust. Yifei grabbed the suspended dildo with the enthusiasm of Indiana Jones discovering a forbidden treasure.

Yifei held up the dildo in a victorious pose! Echoing the words of her master, Yifei declared with conviction and gravity to everyone in the audience: “Remember this! A Bella Vista dojo fighter NEVER gives up!”

A rejuvenated Yifei leaps up the ladder, grabs the dildo, and preens for the crowd

The crowd erupted into cheers. Yifei winked and waved and posed atop the ladder, forgetting her nudity and inadvertently showing off multiple angles of her naked chest to a see of naughty eyes. Smiling and a little out of breath, Yifei sat down on the top cap of the ladder and looked down at the Countess. Yifei could see the fear in Madeleine’s eyes, her body seemingly frozen on the ladder. That's a surprise! Yifei couldn’t imagine Madeleine being afraid of heights. She must be afraid of… the dildo? Yifei wanted to ease her senpai's concerns.

“Don’t be scared, Ms. Madeleine. It’s not that big. And by the way! Please don’t hit your head on the way down. Ready? Dragon's Tail Kick!”

And with a wink, Yifei stomped onto Madeleine’s face, attempting to knock her golden senpai off the ladder.

Please don’t hit your head on the way down! A half-naked Yifei winks from atop the ladder before stomping down on Madeleine's face to kick…