The Education of Desdemona Belti: Touko 'Dojo' Papillon

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type Hentai Submission
Victory Conditions Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent submit via orgasm.

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Dizzy wasn’t really into martial arts, unless you legitimately counted sexfighting as one. Her mother had tried to hook her on it once when she was young, hoping it would instill some discipline her and help prep her for a wrestling career, but it never quite took - she could never master the katas, didn’t have the patience for getting the forms down, and spent most of the time just joking around with the other kids and doing pranks to make her instructors feel extremely uncomfortable. It was a short-lived dalliance.

So, with that in mind, it was kind of funny to find herself back in a dojo again, and even funnier to find herself dressed like

.

It never ceased to amaze Dizzy what you could find online. All she did was type in ‘sexy karate gi’ and she was inundated with all sorts of cute suggestions, more than she knew what to do with, ranging from the modest to the outright scandalous. She ultimately went with something fairly functional, but still showing a generous amount of skin, figuring that would be the best way to ruffle Dojo’s feathers while still being able to put up a good fight.

Because, for once, Dizzy did want to put up a good fight. More than that, she wanted to win this.

She wouldn’t say she was mad that Dojo had beaten her, defeat was just a part of her time in LAW that she had come to accept, even liking it when done right by the right people. But unlike the bigger, stronger opponents she so often faced, Dizzy actually felt like she could have beaten this one, that she really had a chance, and it irked her more than she thought it would that she’d still gotten dominated. She needed to approach her opponent from a different angle, fight her in a way she knew better; then she could pull it off, she was sure.

That's what led her to set this up: a hentai submission match in a special setting in the notorious LAW backroom. The private arena resembled a stereotypical Japanese dojo, complete with sliding doors, foam mats, and posters on the wall depicting stances. The room was dark, lit only by paper lanterns that cast a warm glow, and the scent of wood hung thick in the air. The only hint of modern living was the tiny cameras stationed in each corner, so small and unobtrusive that you wouldn’t have noticed them if you didn’t know where to look.

As always, the After Dark crew had done a stellar job, capturing the feel she’d hoped for, and she would have to send Allie another round of thanks when this was over. The only thing missing now was her opponent, and she suspected that wouldn’t take long. Dojo struck her as punctual.

For the moment, Dizzy did a few stretches, limbering up as she waited, wanting to be 100% when the time came, and Dojo walked through that door. God, she was looking forward to seeing her reaction…

[FatCat]

Was she really doing this? Was she seriously doing this? Was she seriously going to have competitive intercourse with another woman? Why did she let herself get talked into this.... Touko felt like she wanted to bang her head against the wall, but knew against it. At least it was a private match, apparently, with just the two of them in the same room. The LAW official had been really persistent in getting her to dress up in "lewder" clothing... but this was apparently taking place in a Japanese dojo! No way she could just despoil a "sacred" site like that, and she was certain that Italian would know it as well.

Dojo's chosen attire

What it looks like without shoes and jacket

Touko sighed. Oh, well. At least she got her first win, and her Youtube channel did indeed see more people pouring in! Today would undoubtedly be the second one. After all, Butterfly-style taught people skills in maintaining vitality. She had been practicing it for some time, so without a doubt her body would be able to resist it. Still, she was honestly surprised that the match was arranged so fast. Nearing the door to the private room, Dojo took a breath and opened the sliding door.

"O-jama shimasu", Touko announced herself entering politely and took off her sneakers. Walking into the room, she took in the scenery. It was honestly rather nice and moody. Combined with the lanterns, the dark room definitely seemed like a place, where she and her family could spend time meditating. Touko was even able to recognize the poses and stances depicted on the wall. This scenery was so well done, Touko began thinking the match was only a ruse. Perhaps they weren't gonna go for a sexfight after... all....

Touko finally noticed Dizzy in middle of the room - and immediately, a dismayed fluster overtook her face. Dizzy was standing in the middle of the room... in a karate gi, which looks like it came directly from a porn parody of Karate Kid. And Touko now remembered that yes, this was really an actual hentai match.

"W-w-w-what in the name of Tao are you wearing?", Touko stammered, looking at how Dizzy's breasts were barely even covered, "Y-y-you know this is a dojo, right?"

Even before they began to fight, Dojo was feeling herself turning to red and losing focus. Now she knew for certain, that this woman would be trying to go for her jumpsuit's zipper in her neck sooner or later.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy was stretching her hamstring when she heard Dojo approaching, and it could only be Dojo with soft footfalls like that. She straightened up, dusted off, and looked on as the woman entered, finding herself staring at…

…well, that was boring. Dojo had just opted to wear the same outfit from their first match. Granted, it was still plenty sexy all by its lonesome, but Dizzy had kind of hoped the woman would go for something a little more adventurous, spice things up. Maybe that was a bit too much to ask in her first hentai match, though. Still, missed opportunities.

She’d been so focused on that, Dizzy nearly missed Dojo’s reaction and seeing her absolutely freak out. The way she’d looked at her, you’d have thought she’d never seen a woman barely dressed in a porn parody of a gi before. Poor thing.

”You know this is LAW, right?” She wagged a finger Dojo’s way and smirked. ”’If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the refrigerator.’ Ancient Chinese proverb.” Dizzy’d actually come up with a little list of these since she and Dojo parted ways, she was anxious to use some of them.

”Reeeeeeeeelax, DJ. I’m just going with the theme.” She hopped up a few times, giving her pert breasts a jiggle. ”Just be glad you’re doing this with little old me and not one of the hentai monsters around this place. They’d eat you alive.”

[FatCat]

"Foolish girl! The ancient Chinese didn't have any refrigerators! That proverb is complete nonsense!", Touko yelled at the girl and pointed at her with a finger, unaware of the irony presented here.

However, when she saw Dizzy's breasts jiggling up and down, and how the nipples were almost seen each time, made Dojo shut up and stutter. Just calm down and think, Dojo... imagine it's just something extremely unsexy... like... Master Miyagi? However, the moment she tried to imagine the old Asian sensei in Dizzy's outfit, the Karate Kid enthusiast realized it made her even more hot. Having abandoned the plan, she settled into just thinking of her as Dizzy. Damn it, why did she have to also be into women?

"I... I'm not planning on doing hentai, anyway! M-moreover, pursuing the Butterfly-style has prepared me for all challenges! I've even practiced by retaining extra Qi for this match!", Dojo tried to look more confident to hide her increasing fluster. Inside her mind, though, she was really starting to fear that Dizzy might actually be able to put her down. She took a deep breath to relax herself and calm her nerves.

"A-a-anyway! A-are we going to do this or what?", Dojo gently slapped her own cheeks and took a cat karate stance, ready for the fight.

"I'll just knock you out quickly and...", Dojo went silent, suddenly looking a bit alarmed as she remembered that knocking the girl out wouldn't help much in this match. After all, it was hentai submission. Strikes wouldn't be very useful.

"Uhh... As the proverb says, a worthy ant is one who improvises!", Touko said, trying and failing to look confident.

[BlackAkuma]

”I said it was ancient. I never said how ancient.” She flicked her tongue out at Dojo. ”Also, minor thing, but you keep calling me ‘girl’, and you cannot be that much older than I am.”

She was still bouncing as she spoke, too, totally not missing the way that Dojo was reacting. Her tits weren’t even that big. Definitely a breast lover, this one was.

”If you’re not doing hentai, that’s a real shame. You’ve got a great body for it.” Dizzy gave out compliments like this all the time, but it was earnest with Dojo - the woman really was quite a looker. Not too many people could pull that look off, and she would’ve looked even hotter if she could get her into something that was actually meant to be sexy. Again, missed opportunities.

But as fun as it was to needle Dojo, she was right, they needed to get to business. Dizzy kept hopping, but she lowered her arms, too, dropping into a serious stance, leaning forward with confidence and a wicked smile.

”Oh, I’m ready.” She smacked her lips. ”As the ancient proverb goes, ‘She who hesitates-”

Dizzy cut herself off in mid-saying, trying to throw Dojo off as she suddenly rushed forward and dipped low to close the distance. She lashed out, tried to snatch her opponent by the wrist, then fell back and pulled her through as she went, attempting to send Dojo flying with an arm drag.

[FatCat]

"What do you mean "not that much older"? I'm 29, foolish girl!", Greta angrily dropped her age, wanting to prove her rightful seniority. This woman was really getting to her nerves. Touko didn't even realize it, but the mind games of Dizzy were working almost too well right now, as she was already aggravated by the situation - mainly by Dizzy's unapologetic lewdness.

"A-and stop making those... comments! This is supposed to be a fight, right? S-show some attention to the fight!", Touko tried to make the petite Italian stop, since her comments were more than effective on the martial artist.

Without noticing it, she had dropped her attentive stance. As annoying and frustrating as listening to this woman was, she was intending to listen to her attempt at a proverb. She already knew it'd pale before hers, but she had to hear it.

"So, the one hesitates is whaAAAAAAAAAA?", Touko yelled.

Before getting to hear the answer, it was already too late. She felt her wrist being grabbed, and before she could counter it, Dizzy had managed to fall back, and now, Dojo felt herself flying through the air, eventually landing on her back.

"Gaah!", Dojo groaned as her back hit the ground, slightly dazed from the surprise attack. After all the sensual talk, this was the last thing she expected.

[BlackAkuma]

”No shit, you’re 29? Dizzy did a double-take, looking the woman over, barely able to believe. It didn't seem like something she’d lie about, though. Maybe she wasn’t the best judge of things, but she’d just assumed Dojo and she were about the same age. She had that kind of youthful air about her, and it didn’t help that they were nearly the same size, which somehow clicked to age in Dizzy’s mind. ”Not bad, you’re aging well. I hope I can keep that look up when I’m pushing thirty.”

She wasn’t saying that to mess with Dojo, either. Or, rather, not just to mess with her. Not that doing so was hard to do, as she proved the moment she caught the woman and sent her flying with an armdrag. The blonde went tumbling and Dizzy chase after her straight away, scrambling on the mat untl the distance between the two of them was closed.

Dizzy pounced, threw herself on Dojo, and tried to pin her down before she could make sense of things and get back up, aiming to straddle her waist and press her shoulders down. She wanted to look right into those beautiful eyes of hers.

”Hi.”