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

[Malkavia]

The moment Yifei got her knees under her hips, the Fujiwara was a house of cards built on a sloped surface. Madeleine made no effort to hide her delight as her center of gravity tilted towards the mat. "There's my Blueberry!"

Despite her grin, Madeleine had no intention of allowing Yifei off the hook without a fight. Yifei rolled into the Countess, and Madeleine rolled into the mat—while rotating so her legs could enwrap her violet-haired protegee's throat.

"Now, sweet—" Madeleine locked one of her ankles around the other, then grabbed her toes and yanked. With one hand on the mat, if her attack landed, she'd have her own version of a gogoplata. "Keep going. Show me offense."

Modified Gogoplata

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Escaped the tiger’s mouth, entered the wolf’s den, as Yifei's mother liked to say.

Yifei recognized how her senpai truly respected her enough to not give her a moment to breathe, literally! Fighting instinct helped Yifei quickly place an arm inside Madeleine’s triangle chokehold to disrupt it before the countess’s bare legs closed around the bare-breasted blueberry's windpipe like a vice.

Don’t worry senpai! I know that I can show you… that your Blueberry has some thorns!

No desperate clawing or gasps for unnecessary breath were allowable here. Only precision and purpose. Yifei's calloused hands snapped to Madeleine’s ankle and thigh with focused strength, then she tucked her chin and slowly rolled under the lethal limb until, with great effort, Yifei’s head finally popped free from the gogoplata!

No time to catch the breath I lost! T-time for offense!

Yifei quickly rolled under Madeleine, dragging the countess’s captured leg with her. Then, with her back to the mat, Yifei trapped the Countess’s legs between her thighs, straightened her senpai’s knee, and squeezed Madeleine’s shin and boot between her naked breasts and arched her back until-

Knee bar!

Yifei counters into a knee bar

Despite Yifei’s renewed, steely fighting spirit, the friction of Madeleine’s knee against Yifei’s pussy as she squeezed her thighs tight was almost enough to break her out of her newly reacquired concentration >_<

“N-now show me what you’ve got, senpai!”

[Malkavia]

The audience could be...subtle. Was it cheering for you? Your opponent? Or did they just enjoy the sheer spectacle of high level combat? The beauty and curse of a close fight was precisely this ambiguity.

As Yifei and Madeleine struggled on the mat, the people in the seat rose and fell like waves on a beach. They crest while Madeleine twists Yifei's head like corked champagne—but when Yifei reverses the position and threatens to snap Madeleine's knee like a gnarled knot on a decaying tree, they roared just as loud.

Madeleine's breath hitched when she felt the figure four lock in. Pain, naturally, was abundant. It seared through her joint. But the more pressing issue was what that pain threatened—the destruction a hold like that could wreak on a kickboxer.

The solution was simple—so simple that at first it didn't even occur to the Countess. Her mind raced for a counterplay, some way to weave herself into the knot Yifei was trying to tie. Then, jerking with sudden realization, her hand snapped out, over her head, and grabbed the bottom rope.

"Good...Excellent, sweet pea." Madeleine's dimples trembled towards a smile as she felt the relief of her rope-break. She kept her ears keen on the sounds from the crowd. They had groaned when she grabbed safety...But it was not, she thought, a derisive groan. It was more a kind of seasickness from an audience trembling with tension. She decided liked it. "But be aware of your position in the ring, hm?"

[Out_Of_Ramen]

“O-oh! Yes, senpai. I guess I’m still learning the ropes! Haha”

Frick! What a dumb pun. And I was finally starting to look cool again in front of her. Ah! You know what? Frick it! Not gonna worry about it! Not gonna apologize ‘cuz I know that’s even more lame to her. I’m gonna own my dumb joke. Just like I’m gonna own Ms. Madeleine’s beautiful leg for just one more second~

Yifei selfishly enjoyed the feeling of Madelein’s limb stretched tight across her body for one more brief moment before accepting the rope reset and letting the treasure go. The Savate kickboxer’s deadly weapon unholstered from between Yifei thighs, the freed thigh muscles flexing and skin glistening with much more than the sweat it picked when squeezed against Yifei’s shorts.

Yifei rolled back and quickly reset herself to a standing, combat ready position. She was hurt, topless, nose still bloodied, and the heat down below threatened to buckle her fighter stance. This fight had overwhelmed and challenged her more than any black belt competition back home in Cali. But she wasn’t gonna let herself spiral again. At least, not tonight.

Yifei took five deep breaths and grounded herself as she calmly waited for her senpai to rise from the ropes.

It’s time for instinct. Confidence. And bona fide, honest kung fu!

“Let’s finish this together, senpai!”

“Let’s finish this together, senpai!”

[Malkavia]

Had our sweet pea made mistakes?

Just look at her body—tits out like a slut, her tummy *all purple and shiny.* And underneath each sad little badge of shame, she had to know who saw her. The crowd. Her old dojo. *Madeleine.*

And yet?

Madeleine's pussy was cool and damp when she stood up. She spread her legs, found her balance, lifted one paw, then the other. When she looked at Yifei and took her in—her skin, the silky bob of her hair, her long eyelashes.

Madeleine slipped around the edges of that body in her mind, bruises and heat and all its naughty detail, down to the way her nipples shifted from slack to pert at Madeleine's slightest caress.

She imagined the way Yifei had looked when she was rubbing out her own pussy on Madeleine's couch, her cheeks flushed in a shame she had so desperately and foolishly hoped had been private.

The Countess charged across the ring. The crowd was quiet in her ear, the only *real* noise her breathing as her feet pounded against the ground, and the way Yifei's body cut the air when she tensed up, when she got ready to fight.

Madeleine unloaded—a punch, a kick, this one deflected, that one blocked, and a spinning kick ducked. The whole time, her precious little blueberry stayed just out of reach of Mommy's smiling, snapping teeth.

[Out_Of_Ramen]

Madeleine’s onslaught pushed Yifei to her limits. But then, those limits pushed themselves just as Yifei’s parries pushed Madeleine’s fatal strikes just out of reach of connecting. With her half naked body. Time slowed down. Madeleine’s red eyes flashed crimson streaks through the air. Her sweat flew off her golden skin in shiny droplets suspended in beams of stage light. Yifei laughed out of place when she recognized it: this was Yifei at her best.

Superhot

That’s what Yifei’s gamer enthusiast kouhai at the dojo used to call her when she was “in the zone.” Socially unaware Yifei couldn’t tell whether this was a video game reference or an attempt at flirting (it was both). Another kouhai described it to Yifei in terms she could understand: “Oh, like bullet time from Max Pain!” (The first boy mumbled that that was a video game too).

But Yifei was rarely at her best. Drawing that out of her required a fighting spirit and focused mind and a drive to win that were all in sync with each other. A rare combination for the easily distracted, oftentimes irascible top blueberry of Bella Vista dojo.

But Miss Madeleine knew how to draw out the best in Yifei.

Yifei expertly dodged another deadly palm strike, but this time she saw an opening! Yifei grabbed her senpai’s arm and affectionately but forcefully held it firm against her naked tits.

“Senpai!”

Yifei pulled Madeleine forward and lifted her onto her toes, breaking her balance. Kuzushi.

“This is all of me!”

Yifei turned her back quickly in close to Madeleine, and dropper her hips low, her aching pussy still stretching against her tight shorts as she dropped her lips low as her ass pushed into her senpai’s open crotch. Tsukuri.

“And I’m giving it all to you! T-thank you! Senpai!”

Yifei slipped one arm under Madeleine’s slick armpit and pulled Madeleine’s arm over her shoulder. With all of Madeleine’s weight on her back, Yifei pulled the countess, hoping to rotate her cleanly over her shoulder. Kake!

“IPPON SEOI NAGE!”

Yifei put all her strength into this over the should, one-arm throw. She knew her peak fighting state wouldn’t last for much longer, especially with her wrecked abdomen. She had to make this counterattack count!

Yifei, fighting at her peak, attempts to turn the tide with the ippon seoi nage, one-armed shoulder throw!