ViVi's condescension: Pranking a Teacher's Pet Kimiko vs ViVi

[Kookio]

Kimiko sat in the classroom area, wearing her class uniform and signature school president's sash that she loved to show off to others who doubt her intelligence and work ethic. With a Pocky in her mouth, she looked down at the book in her hands, reading up on some wrestling information to remind her of some techniques. You can't teach something you can quite fully remember yourself after all which was the entire reason why she was here.

She didn't know much about the details outside of LAW management telling her that someone was looking to learn something from her. Of course, in Kimiko fashion. She would never refuse the opportunity to teach someone! That would ruin her reputation as one of the smartest girls in LAW. She could just imagine the admiration that she would receive later about how smart and great she was as a result of this teaching lesson. Eventually she would stop reading altogether and fall into a daydreaming session, her cheeks flushing red and giggling to herself until her student came in.

Outfit

[Hagen-Autem]

A hand came down hard on one of Kimiko’s books, crushing its cover with a sharp, muffled thud.

"Oi, are you ready yet?!" snapped the girl to whom the hand belonged.

She was a pinkette wearing a uniform quite different from that of the model student. She looked like an exchange student, though the emblem they had in common made it clear that they both belonged to LAW.

"Hm?! Have you come back down to Earth yet?" she asked insistently.

The exchange student prodded Kimiko’s forehead with her index finger.

"Hello! Earth calling the model student! Are you there, or am I going to have to take drastic measures to wake you up?"

She was being downright unbearable, but that was precisely the point. After all, she was the one who had asked for a hand with some wrestling lessons, and Kimiko was a master of everything related to the theory behind it. That made her the perfect person for what ViVi S. Valentine needed.

Moreover, if Kimiko took the time to look the pinkette up and down, she would notice that she was wearing a pair of rather expensive wrestling boots with a somewhat armoured design, a pink skirt and a long-sleeved top beneath that black jacket. Of course, the punk-style mittens and the little fake horns attached to her headband were a must. She was quite the character, as though she had stepped straight out of some foreign school.

ViVi's custome

"So…" ViVi murmured, cupping Kimiko’s cheeks as she leaned over the desk.

Then she whispered with venomous sweetness:

"Do I have to kiss you to get you to listen, or should I just drag you into the other room, goodie?"

[Kookio]

At first, Kimiko didn't notice the delinquent transfer student who had arrived in her class, too busy being caught in her dreams, she would snap out of it when her forehead was poked at. She let out a sharp inhale and flailed her hands a little bit as her upper body snapped forwards.

"H-Huh!? Wh-what!?"

She spoke out of pure instinct, her brain catching up with her and still figuring out what was going on. Then her eyes focused on the pinkette in front of her. Judging from ViVi's boots, she was definitely from LAW. This must be the student that she was meant to meet with today... And she already didn't like her. She didn't know if it was the way she talked or the way she dressed. All of it did not fit the way a student should look like.

Before she could fully respond, ViVi clasped her cheeks and forced the school president to look up at her, forcing a tiny yelp of surprise from Kimiko, who's cheeks burned crimson from the embarrassment of being grabbed like that. By that point what had bothered her about ViVi became clear: It was both the way she talked and the way she acted. But regardless, ViVineeded to be taught a lesson and that's what Kimiko was here for.

"You don't need to kiss me, you dolt!"

She would yell, smacking her hand away from her face. She would get up from her table and stare daggers back into ViVi and it would be that point where ViVi would realize that Kimiko did not get any taller when standing up. She really was just that short. Short enough to where the Pinkette could even see the top of Kimiko's head.

"Lets just get this started and hope that a delinquent like you isn't a lost cause. Try to have your one brain cell work over time to keep up with me, will you?"

She spoke with a "better than you" voice while walking over to the front of the class and starting the lesson, regardless of whether ViVi was actually prepared. During her lesson, there would be multiple times where she would turn her back on ViVi, leaving her open to whatever ViVi wanted to do with her.

[Hagen-Autem]

The exchange student was quite satisfied when her mentor finally came to her senses, freed herself from her grip and, to top it all off, responded to her flirting with a rather obvious blush. That wasn’t surprising; she tended to have that effect on fools. Still, ViVi was taken aback to discover that this girl was… much shorter than her. There wasn’t usually such a considerable difference in height between her and other Japanese girls. Sure, she was British, but that neither added to nor detracted from the comparison.

Kimiko had stood up and left her desk to make her way to the front of the classroom. And that was when it became clear: her Kimiko was much shorter than ViVi herself.

The pinkette rolled her eyes as the girl began making it clear who was supposedly in charge of the class. Turning her back on ViVi, Kimiko carried on chattering away, explaining a whole series of things one had to bear in mind when practising wrestling. Things ViVi already knew all too well. So well, in fact, that having to listen to them all over again was downright boring.

So ViVi began taking off her jacket, rolling her shoulders to slip it off before leaving it on her mentor’s desk. Then she followed Kimiko with silent steps and, when the latter stopped, ViVi did the same. She wrapped her arms around her from behind, ready to show her just what a good student she could be.

"Aha… aha… aha. It’s supposed to go something like this, isn’t it?"

With that, ViVi performed an Arm-Trapping suplex on Kimiko, intending to slam the model student’s back against the tatami mats cushioning the classroom floor. And ViVi wasn’t about to let go. She would keep her body arched in a spectacular bridge, whilst Kimiko, now bent in the hold of that dirty suplex, could only stare at the ceiling through the gap between ViVi’s thighs.

Spoiler

[Kookio]

"Hmph..."

Kimiko scoffed at the girl's standoffish attitude. As long as the girl learned from this, Kimiko didn't care about anything else. But as she was writing, she looked down to notice the girl's arms wrapping around her figure and ViVi's body pressing up against her. Before she could even question what ViVi thought she was doing, the bright bluenette's vision shifted as she was easily picked up and slammed onto the mats behind shoulders first!

"GYUHAH!"

Kimiko gasped out, the chalk in her hand falling from her grasp as her legs would fold over her own body limply. The room immediately started spinning from the shocking blow that Kimiko wasn't prepared to feel and it would take a few seconds for Kimiko to attempt to thrust her figure upwards and kick out. Though this act would be done out of instinct and adrenaline kicking in and thus, would only fall to her side once freed from ViVi's grasp.

If given enough time to recover, Kimiko would push her upper body off the floor and shake the static from her brain.

"ViVi! You cannot perform demonstrations until I am ready, idiot! But fine! If you want to learn by doing then I will allow you to perform one of the submission moves on me for only a bit! Just to see if you actually learned something!"

She said, flipping her hair from her face and attempting to stand up for ViVi. She couldn't wait to get her back. In fact, she planned to get ViVi back in this demonstration. In her mind, she was going to allow ViVi to achieve the submission hold but was going to quickly break free and reverse the hold on her with the excuse that she was going to teach how wrestlers can switch things up at a moment's notice. Whether that plan would work however, only time would tell.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi turned over onto her hands and knees as her mentor managed to break free from the post-suplex position. Kimiko seemed to muster the strength needed to regain her balance and lift her back off the floor, finally coming out of her daze.

Meanwhile, as Kimiko began making excuses, ViVi pushed herself up onto her knees and started fixing her hair. The chatter was of no importance to her; all she could think about was how fabulous that suplex had been. She had learnt quite a lot about Kimiko from that single test, and now she wanted to prepare her next move. Her headband had shifted slightly during the suplex, so she had to put it right whilst Kimiko carried on chattering away.

Kimiko was actually protesting because ViVi was treating her like a mere mischievous schoolgirl. She straightened up as best she could, her hair still hanging over her eyes. ViVi took her time getting up as well. After all, she was busy fixing her headpiece.

Once satisfied with her appearance, ViVi stood up, dusted off her knee pads and replied with a simple:

"Okie."

She then decided to take up the offer of putting theory to the test with a good series of holds. Though not quite in the way her mentor had in mind.

First, she launched a kick at Kimiko’s crotch. A direct hit to her mentor’s groin, the sort that would leave anyone standing on tiptoe. And, to make matters worse, ViVi’s wrestling boots were fitted with rigid shin guards, making the impact all the more forceful.

It was a cruel kick. And just as her leg had shot up, she took her time bringing it back down. Kimiko’s leg eventually buckled under the impact, leaving her supported against ViVi’s boot before the pinkette finally withdrew it. Then ViVi closed the distance with a single step and took Kimiko by the chin, making it quite clear who was truly in control here.

Spoiler

"Well, then? Shall we move on to the next part of the theory? The bit about what happens when a technician makes deals with a heel?"

She murmured it in a tone that would make anyone’s skin crawl.

Immediately afterwards, the domineering, underhanded heel shoved Kimiko backwards, sending her back against the edge of the desk. And from there, ViVi set about casting a veritable curse, one her mentor would not escape so easily.

Swaying with the grace of a true villainess, the pinkette went after her. She shoved Kimiko once more, determined to lay her flat across the desk, then planted one hand on her chest to keep her pinned beneath her own weight. One of ViVi’s thighs ended up between Kimiko’s, bringing her villainous boots face to face with her petite mentor’s elegant knee-high boots.

No. ViVi had no intention of giving her a moment’s respite. She had a show to put on, and the sooner she managed to overwhelm Kimiko, the sooner she could start filming the destruction of that teacher’s pet.

And so, without giving her a moment’s respite, she continued:

"There are technicians who stay down whilst the heel does whatever they please. Can you tell me why?"

Her hand took on an almost insolently delicate touch. Resting lightly on her fingertips, she began to slide it over Kimiko’s body with the familiarity of someone taking far too many liberties. She traced the white shirt down to her navel. Then her hand slipped beneath the garment, brushing against Kimiko’s skin as it travelled upwards towards her neck.

But that was not enough for her. ViVi grabbed the shirt by its collar from the inside and pulled, determined to haul her mentor upright with a single arm and show her who was in control.

Only then would they be at the same height. Or nearly so.

"Could it be because they like to wait for the right moment to turn the tables?" she suggested.

If ViVi was as much in control as she seemed, one of her legs would already have slipped between Kimiko’s thighs, lifting her until ViVi could rest her knee on the edge of the desk. This would leave Kimiko straddling her lap, whilst ViVi’s other hand held her by the chin, forcing her to turn her face to one side and exposing her neck.

The pinkette would let out several purring murmurs against Kimiko’s skin before marking her in her own way: first, with a slow kiss on the neck; then, with a lick travelling upwards from her cheek.

Finally, she finished with another mischievous remark:

"And then you play hard to get to prove you can handle more," she whispered. "Is that right, mentor? Or am I speaking purely from personal experience?"

That pinkette could hardly have been any more intense or domineering.

"If you give me your approval now, I’ll let you go. Otherwise? Well, I’ll just have to take you up on your offer of those holds!"

[Kookio]

Kimiko stood proudly, hands on her hips and her expression was basically sparkling. She clearly thought her plan was flawless as there was no way anyone would expect her to reverse the holds during a demonstration.

"AIIIEEEE!"

She was ready for a submission hold. But a strike was the last thing she expected. All that gusto and confidence she had would fade instantly as ViVi's leg came crashing up between her legs, her expression dropping as she let out a scream of pain, the force of ViVi's leg causing her smaller body to bounce up off of her feet for a second, only to land on her toes after the leg lowered her back down to the floor, her figure doubled over in intense pain that was made exponentially worse by the shin guard. The only reason why Kimiko wasn't on the ground was because ViVi was holding her up.

Her brain turned to mush while ViVi teased her, making fun of her teachings and all that. It would become very seare to the president that the Pinkette had absolutely no intention of learning from her. Listening to the girl's voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine, the intended resction ViVi wanted from someone like her.

After being pushed back once, she hissed in pain as her tailbone hit the desk and then yelped as she was easily pushed flat onto the desk, her hand reaching down and pushing her skirt down to prevent ViVi from looking under it. ViVi was talking so much, she wasn't giving the president a moment to speak or talk back to the girl. But she had an idea where this was going once ViVi got on top of her.

"S-screw you..!"

She cursed while her head was turning to the side. Her hands reached up and grip onto the girl's shoulder in a desperate attempt to push against ViVi. But the pinkette was too much in a good position to simply be pushed off and she couldn't keep the delinquent's face from attaching itself to her neck!

"Nngh! Y-you pervert..!"

She cried out, her neck tensing up in reaction. Though she had this reaction, her cheeks had flushed while her petite body was squirming underneath her dominating opponent.

"Y-you invited me to be your teacher and you decide you want to f-fuck me!?"

She yelled back, feeling used and embarrassed that she fell for such a basic trap.