ViVi's condescension: Idol Envy

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi wasn’t even paying attention. She was just swallowing and drifting off in thought as the fans grew excited over the attention the other girl was getting. Tsubasa had all the crowd’s attention, not her, not her.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad. No! It was terrible! That wasn’t the sort of reputation she wanted to build, least of all on her own show. But she didn’t want to ruin it with a tantrum either; at the very least, she could say she wanted to look after her show, that her true fans—the ones who’d been begging for something like this for ages—would like this, and it would also give her a backstory for a rematch. Yes, that didn’t sound so bad to her.

But none of those calculations mattered when Tsubasa flipped her onto her back—ViVi still had all her limbs pinned behind her, and ViVi’s knees, which were already bent, bent even further, hurting her joints. But Viviane Victory is flexible; she can handle this kind of contortion.

However, Tsubasa upped the ante a little further—she shifted into a new position, straddling the succubus’s abdomen. A nervous hush spread through the stands at the suggestive position, whilst others whistled. And ViVi now looked just like a trampoline, only instead of being used to launch a girl into the air, it served as a saddle for an idol who relies too heavily on her breasts to suffocate others.

"Wait… what exactly did you mean by 'put on a show'?" That spark ignited in her mind "No… You wouldn’t dare! She howled. She had given her consent earlier, but those breasts were descending upon her face once more. The nightmare was repeating itself. The idol was about to perform another smother.

"Ghh…! Hmmm!"

But just as those cushions came down, they were lifted up again, leaving her dazed by the sudden reprieve, only to silence her again and repeat the exercise.

It took her one round more to realise what was happening—A series of push-ups! With Tsubasa’s breasts bouncing on her face.

"I… what are you… Hm!! Stop! Hey—that’s really rude—HGM! HMMM!! For someone you’re not supposed to—hmm! GRRRM!!... Pueg! You sure do like doing a lot—hm!!"

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It was an objective fact that a woman with big breasts doing push ups was already sexy. So as well endowed a woman as Tsubasa doing push ups directly onto another woman's face was therefore the sexiest thing that most people watching had seen in a considerable amount of time. With each repetition, Tsubasa's boobs flattened against the floor as they squashed ViVi's face before peeling off as the idol came up, then jiggled in the air as they hung from her body. All to then repeat again, over and over.

Tsubasa could tell that ViVi was trying to say something, but the blunette genuinely couldn't make out what the tied up pinkette was trying to say between all the interruptions from the variant Dream Catcher repeatedly coming down onto her mouth. After a solid 15 push ups, Tsubasa would keep herself held up by her arms. "Sorry, what was that?" Tsubasa said. "I promise I'm not trying to mock you, 'm genuinely asking what you were saying."

[Hagen-Autem]

"Hmg! Bluuergh!"

ViVi rolled her eyes, completely disgusted—now she had the taste of her opponent in her mouth, and to make matters worse, the memory of that pleasant sensation against her face. Those big, soft breasts...

She shuddered slightly, embittered by all that contact, disgusted with herself for having secretly enjoyed it, and, above all, annoyed that the situation wasn’t happening the other way around. Preferably with her own backside doing the work on the foe's stupid face.

Tsubasa granted her a respite from this torment—only to show her even more mercy and consideration—and the pinkette could only vent her frustration by closing her eyes tightly, crinkling her eyelids before sticking her tongue out at the idol.

"Stop being so nice and just finish me off!" To make matters worse, her thrashing couldn’t loosen the straps. She’d already given her word, but she couldn’t help trying—she had to at least show that she was putting up a fight. "Or just stop pretending and keep going." ViVi let her head drop, as if giving in to the terrible situation she was in. Although that misery vanished to fix her opponent with that look of hers—as piercing as it was clear. "I’ll have my revenge. So, just enjoy it. You won't get a second chance."

The promise set the crowd in the stands ablaze.

[deezcastforms]

"I'm not pretending, even if I do probably feel like the nastiest woman in the world to you right now," Tsubasa said. "But if that's the case, then I guess I better get my money's worth while I still have you, shouldn't I?" Then Tsubasa would pick ViVi up and set the pinkette up on her knees with her back against the ropes, precariously balanced with her lower legs being pulled up off the mat by the hogtie.

"So! Do you all think I've given the girls enough work today?" Tsubasa called to the crowd as she shook her shoulders to make her chest jiggle. "Or do you want me to put them to use a little more?" The idol knew exactly what the answer was. She wouldn't have already set ViVi up on the ropes if she didn't. Tsubasa would do something that wasn't really a move, so much as it was pure fanservice.

Spoiler

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi was doing her best to win back some of the attention that the Idol was stealing from her, although she paled in comparison to Oribe’s charisma. The lovely wrestler only needed to say two or three things to get the crowd cheering for her again.

Even so, ViVi had promised a rematch, or perhaps some sort of post-match segment. Maybe if she pulled some strings, she could turn it into a great storyline—at least those ideas kept her ‘cooperative’ and not fixated on the amount of fanservice they were staging at her expense. Nevertheless, Tsubasa slipped back into her ‘good girl’ act. She was wearing ViVi’s patience thin with it; ViVi couldn’t help but grumble when she heard her say she felt bad about what she was doing to her—she was wearing her down with it. But then Tsubasa finished her line with a phrase that finished with a line that sent a shiver down the capricious Pink Queen’s spine.

“Heh?”

Tsubasa then lifted her up, balancing her on her knees and leaning her back against the ropes, complete with the hogtie knot; then, the ‘good girl’—who now didn’t seem quite so good—once again thrilled the crowd at ViVi’s expense, shaking her shoulders as the finishing touch to her own question. Those breasts danced, and ViVi followed them with her eyes, imagining the worst, rendered speechless by what her loose tongue had surely brought upon her.

And then, the idol leaned down until they were eye to eye.

“What crazy thing are you about to do?!” The answer came in the form of a slap right in the face—delivered by those boobs!

A cry like a meow escaped her mouth. The crowd went wild! Whilst the hostess wrinkled the bridge of her nose. ViVi seemed to be trying to shrink between her shoulders. But the breasts already looked ready to go for her face.

The first swat only brushed against her nose, but that was enough; ViVi didn’t want any more.

“No—Nngh!” And then came another brush, this time against her cheeks, and so strong that turning her face away. “Yay... Your! Your breasts shouldn’t be used for-Nngh!” She couldn’t finish her sentence because another playful slap turned her face in the other direction.

With every brush, a protest or a cat-like moan escaped the hostess. Her pigtails danced every time her head turned, and there was no escape, because another playful slap would land to make her look the other way.

So, an idea for revenge began to smoulder once more in that little pink head. Although on the outside, ViVi was blushing. Those slaps didn’t hurt her. It was the humiliation. And the embarrassment was getting the better of her.

"Wait—ugh...! One was enough—ghk...! Maybe we should—Kyah!... There has to be a better way to use those—nngh...! Mmph...! Ough...! W-Wait! Enough! Maybe I was wro—Kyah...! I-I didn't mean... m-motorboating or anything! Nngh...! Forget I said that! This position is way too awkward!"

The words slipped out before she could properly think them through. Truth be told, she had only wanted to stop the relentless assault, but far too late to think about what her sharp words might have implied... again.

And judging by the cheers and whistles from the crowd, perhaps they had enjoyed the hostess's subtle suggestion.