Bra and Pantyhose Match! Keqing vs. Liu Yin

[pu-level-up]

All this hot body contact was getting Keqing quite excited. Now that she and Yin were on equal footing again, Keqing drove her body into Yin's kissing her deep while hugging her tight. She wanted to keep Yin off balance with continuous lewd attacks, confident that she could crack her opponent's composure if she kept it up. After all, she didn't want to admit this, but if Yin did the same she might just break.

As Keqing pushed though, Yin pushed right back, digging her toes into the mat and driving into Keqing with equal force. Keqing prided herself on her powerful lower body, but Yin was able to match her strength, telling Keqing that her opponent had at least equally strong and supple legs. That excited her even more, as Keqing imagined how it would feel to put their legs together in a squeezing contest. That slight distraction gave Yin an opening to reach behind Keqing and unclasp her bra!

"Mm!" Keqing gasped, realizing her bra was suddenly loose. She wasted no time, loosening up her hold and snapping open Yin's bra as well. As she did so Yin suddenly drove forward with an immense push, forcing Keqing over onto her back once more, landing back on top of her. This time though the body contact was even more lewd, as both women's bras were askew, allowing their bare breasts to touch directly!

"Oh!" Keqing gasped at the sensation. She felt Yin grab her breast, giving it a light fondle while pinching her nipple. Her opponent's eyes looked into hers for a moment, before a deep blush came onto her face and she looked away. Keqing smiled, amused at how cute Yin looked when she was all embarrassed.

"It's what we signed up for this match," Keqing said, "Don't worry, you're doing great!" Encouraging Yin might not be the best tactic in a fight, but Keqing didn't like taking advantage of her opponent's embarrassment. She didn't hold back though, her own hands reaching up and cupping Yin's substantial chest, giving both of Yin's breasts a firm grope in retaliation!

[Ichi]

     Keqing's words caused Yīn's cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of red. Her head tentatively turned towards Keqing, and Yīn intended to move in to give a quick kiss of appreciation. But before Yīn could do that, Keqing firmly groped her chest!
     "Ahn!" yelped Yīn as Keqing's fingers sank into the soft flesh of her breasts. Yīn would recoil back in reactionary surprise, her body instinctively trying to minimize the erotic contact. She would give up her position directly on top of Keqing and get into a side mount.
     Yīn would then start sinking her bodyweight down to control Keqing's upper body. But upon feeling their breasts mash together, Yīn would draw back. She would make herself light, like a sheer shroud placed on top of Keqing. While laying perpendicularly across Keqing, Yīn would twist a bit so she was facing towards Keqing's lower half. The red-eyed beauty would pause for a moment, her gaze meandering across Keqing's womanly form. From her partially covered breasts, nipples peeking out from behind her bra. Over her taut tummy, soft yet toned. Across her strong and supple legs, skin smooth and flawless. And finally to her womanhood, ensconced away under multiple layers of fabric.
     Yet, Yīn's hand had a tractable path around those layers and to her opponent's sweet womanhood. All she had to do was snake her hand underneath Keqing's wasteband. Yīn's breathing became heavier, while her weight on top of Keqing remained light. The red-eyed beauty would slowly begin dragging her fingertips across Keqing's tummy, slowly making her way down. Yīn's presence was unobtrusive, with barely any weight or force applied. Still, Yīn's face showed a determined look. Unfocused and flustered as she may be, Yīn was determined to at least try to compete—even if her years of training were being mitigated by the eroticness of her present situation.

[pu-level-up]

The sudden breast grope seemed to do its job of unseating Yin, as the shy woman retreated from Keqing's grasp and fell to her side. Before Keqing could fully take advantage and roll them over though, Yin was back again, pressing her weight down boob to boob against Keqing to hold her down. "Haaah..." Keqing let out a soft moan when she felt their breasts touch. The sensation sent a pleasurable shiver up her spine. Yin seemed quite affected as well, as she pulled back again almost immediately, but not all the way. She remained just close enough for their breasts to continue brushing together, hardened nipples clipping each other as they breathed.

Yin quickly repositioned though, turning her body around to face Keqing's legs, maintaining light body contact the whole time to continue teasing the Chinese athlete. It was pretty skillful, Keqing had to admit, and left her with tingles all over her body. Yin hesitated as she turned, showing nervousness again as she looked at Keqing's form, drinking it in with her eyes. The way her hand reached down towards Keqing's womanhood was slow but deliberate, showing hesitation and determination. It was admirable how much she was trying to overcome her own misgivings.

Keqing wasn't just going to let her take advantage though. She might have a slight advantage, but her refusal to use her weight to hold Keqing down, her hesitation in getting too close gave Keqing plenty of room to move. The purple-haired girl planted her feet underneath her legs, then she bucked upwards, arching her back and pressing her body into Yin's to give her a full measure of the body contact she seemed so afraid to initiate. Keqing hoped that would force Yin to recoil, after which she would quickly flip over and roll up onto her knees, ready to face Yin from an even footing once again.

[Ichi]

     Normally, in this position, Yīn would have dropped her weight down into Keqing while blocking her hip, either with her knee or her hand. Yet, Yīn's unwillingness to smash her half-bare chest against Keqing's body in public prevented her from taking the most effective course of action.
     "Hnyaa!" yelped Yīn as Keqing suddenly bridged into her. Their breasts mashed together, nipples spearing each other. A sensation akin to a jolt of electricity emanated from Yīn's nipple, spreading outwards and sending transient chills down Yīn's spine.
     Yīn's face momentarily flashed red as she recoiled back, before springing up to her feet and backpedaling across the ring. She looked down at her breasts and noticed that her bra was askew. Her hands moved to rectify this, prompting boos from the crowd. Chants of "Take it off! Take it off!" began to emanate from the stands, directed at both Keqing and Yīn.
     Yīn hesitated, reluctant to give in to the crowd's pressure. But eventually she caved, removing her bra completely with her head hung low. Yīn would get into a southpaw stance, her right foot forward and right arm slightly extended. However, her left forearm would cover her breasts, much to the disappointment of the crowd. Yīn would begin visually searching for Keqing, but by this point, there was no telling where Keqing would be.

[pu-level-up]

The sudden buck upwards worked wonders, as Keqing's bust smashed against Yin's from below, making her recoil backwards in surprise. That gave her the space she needed to quickly roll over and push up to her hands and knees. She saw Yin backing off as quickly as she could to put some distance between them, face red from the embarrassing bit of intimate contact they just shared. Keqing had to admit Yin's body felt quite nice pressed up against her own. But she didn't quite have the same reaction, remaining much more composed as she sprang up to her feet as well.

The crowd was going wild, cheering for both women to remove their bras and fight the next round topless. Keqing could tell Yin was embarrassed by this, hesitating and blushing, before taking her bra off and revealing those wonderfully shaped breasts. Keqing hesitated far less, though she still wore a cute embarrassed blush on her face as she removed her bra and let her breasts breathe free. They were a cup size smaller than Yin's, though still full and perky, sitting high up on her chest. The cool air of the arena made her nipples harden up, eliciting an even louder cheer from the crowd that made Keqing feel quite embarrassed.

She shook her head, ignoring the feeling and turning to face Yin. Her opponent looked quite distracted still, presenting Keqing with the perfect opportunity. She quickly dashed to the side, trying to get in close to Yin without triggering her attention. The Chinese athlete would get in close and fire up a turning kick, aiming to try and smash her foot into Yin's gut to try and knock the wind out of her, which would hopefully send her crashing down onto her back and give her a chance to take advantage of her opponent!

[Ichi]

     A flash of movement danced across the periphery of Yīn's vision. Her head swiftly oriented itself towards the source of the disturbance, her eyes widening as Keqing came into view. Keqing's movements had all the hallmarks of a spinning kick: the pivoting on her feet while simultaneously showing her back, the looking over her shoulder at her target, and the raising of her leg gave it away. The only problem was that it was unclear what type of spinning kick Keqing was throwing.
     Without even thinking, Yīn decided to take a gamble. She hopped back on a slight diagonal to better position herself and mitigate some of the blow. "UISSHHH!" Yīn exhaled sharply as Keqing's heel hit her abs. No matter—Yīn could take a less-than-direct hit. Yīn's left arm was already dropping down to scoop up Keqing's ankle, giving the crowd a tantalizing view of Yin's previously covered breasts in the process. Yīn would try to grab Keqing's ankle, holding it up and leaving her on one leg. Simultaneously, Yīn would attempt to kick out Keqing's supporting leg, sending her violet-haired opponent to the mat.

Note
This is not an exact depiction of what I had in mind, but it is close enough. A lot of things would depend on which leg Keqing kicked with, which angle Keqing approached Yīn, et cetera. No sense getting mired in details though—just appreciate the cool catch and leg sweep (which may or may not succeed), and choreograph the sequence in whatever way your mind's eye desires.

     Assuming that Yīn managed to sweep Keqing off her feet—or at the very least, if Keqing was not actively pursuing her—Yīn would skip backwards, her movements fluid, relaxed, and efficient. Each step caused Yīn's breasts to bounce slightly, much to the delight of the crowd. So striking is allowed, thought Yīn as she took note of the referee's lack of a response. A slight smile encroached on Yīn's face. She felt less out of her element, albeit only slightly.
     Once she was a fair distance away from Keqing, Yīn would stop. So this is like a competitive spar... Now, what do people do in competition? Yīn thought back to what she had seen in LAW—all of the violence, lewdness, and theatrics. It only took Yīn a second to come up with the answer. Trash talk. That's it.
     Yīn would stand up tall and stand bladed relative to her opponent. "Hey," Yīn would say while pointing at her opponent. She would take a deep breath, accentuating her sizable—and bare—bust. Three seconds of silence would pass. "I'm not impressed by your performance." Yīn would say. She would hold a serious expression for several moments before breaking out into a blush.
     The red-eyed beauty would slightly shake her head several times as if clearing her mind. She would settle into a kickboxing-esque stance, her stance bladed and feet somewhat far apart. A rhythmic tapping noise would be heard as she bounced on the balls of her feet, ready for her opponent's next move. Yet, despite her newfound focus, the crowd would still be in the back of Yīn's mind.

[pu-level-up]

Yin was fast and skilled, Keqing could tell just from the way she reacted to her kick. Even if it caught her off guard, Yin was able to jump back and avoid the worst of the blow, Keqing's heel smashing into her gut at an indirect angle that wasted most of the force of the kick. Keqing tried to pull back to try again, but before she could Yin's hand grabbed the bottom of her heel. Her purple eyes widened as Yin suddenly stepped in and swept out her other leg, throwing her onto her back!

"Ugh!" Keqing grunted. The rolled with her momentum, softening the fall and quickly recovering, getting her feet back underneath her before pushing back up. Yin didn't press her advantage, skipping backwards and allowing Keqing to recover. The purple-haired fighter settled into a fighting stance as she got back up, keeping her arms up and bouncing lightly on her bare feet.

The crowd roared as this second round turned into an MMA match, only the fighters were two topless beauties clad only in sheer pantyhoses. It was an incredibly erotic sight to see. Realizing this, Keqing felt a bit embarrassed, though her attention was quickly pulled back to Yin, who tried her best at trash talking her before blushing in embarrassment. Keqin decided to respond in kind. "Yeah? Well I've seen better too," she said. She wasn't very good at trash talk either.

Seeing Yin's hesitation, Keqing decided to take the initiative once again. The purple-haired fighter stepped in, getting within range to fire off a low kick aimed at the inside of Yin's thigh. That was only the first move though, as she intended it to distract Yin either by making her step back to avoid the kick, or to take it and give her a jolt of pain. Her follow-up would come swiftly, as she brought her leg back and quickly switched her stance, bringing her other leg up for a push kick directly into Yin's belly to try and knock her on her ass!

[Ichi]

     A faint smile appeared on Yīn's face as Keqing fired back with her own trash talk. Keqing did not seem too bothered by Yīn's trash talk, which came as a relief to Yīn. The idea of insulting someone who had been nothing but relatively kind to her was not an appealing one.
     Yīn stood wordlessly, watching her opponent bounce on the balls of her feet. A small ache radiated through Yīn's abs, a remnant from the spin kick she had partially eaten. While Yīn could have guessed such earlier, the spin kick just about solidified it in her mind: Keqing was no novice. Not that the revelation bothered Yīn though—it was nothing she had not seen before.
     Making sure to not let on that the spin kick had a slight effect, Yīn silently watched Keqing. Yīn's eyes took in the entirety of her opponent, not hyperfocusing on any particular area. Even as Keqing advanced, Yīn continued to bounce on her feet in her now orthodox stance, continuing on as if nothing had changed.
     Keqing stepped into kicking range. Her weight shifted onto her rear leg and her lead leg began hurtling towards Yīn's left inner thigh. Yīn's mind already knew her response, and her body knew how to execute. Her left leg hopped back as her right leg hopped forward, causing Keqing's kick to hit nothing but air. As soon as Yīn's feet hit the ground, her hips started turning over, sending her left leg flying towards Keqing's torso. While Yīn would not blast the kick at full power, she would still try to put enough energy into it to hopefully make Keqing wary of her kicks.

     If Keqing was still in range after Yīn's kick, Yīn would follow up with a (right) cross-hook-cross combination aimed at Keqing's head. A power combination, sure, but one that would be thrown without bad intentions. It was difficult to describe, but Yīn did not feel the same sense of urgency she felt while fighting for her life or following orders. Something within Yīn was refusing to turn it up.

[pu-level-up]

Kewing was a bit surprised when her kick whiffed, eyes widening when she realized her opponent had read her speedy move so easily. Still, it was a pretty obvious attack, and she was in position to follow up. She quickly dropped her foot and moved her body in, ready to bring her other leg up and throw her follow-up push kick right into Yin's gut. But before she could, her opponent's counter struck her right in her belly!

"Ugh!" Keqing grunted. That kick stopped her momentum, driving her back and making her stumble a step. She didn't let it bother her too much though. Yin had pulled her punches and not gone for an overwhelming kick, that much Keqing could tell. The blow stung her abs, but other than knocking a bit of ehr breath out it didn't completely take her off her feet.

In Keqing's moment of hesitation though, Yin had stepped forward and fired off a combo of punches at her head. Kewing had to dodge quickly, weaving her head sideways and back to dodge the first cross and the hook, then closing her arms to block the second cross. She had a bit of boxing training, but Keqing knew she wasn't much of a boxer after being utterly crushed during one of those types of matches. And since they were bare-knuckle right now, she really didn't relish being hit.

The crowd meanwhile was going wild. The sexfight they were expecting to see was turning into a real brawl, with two topless ladies clad only in pantyhoses duking it out. They cheered the two fighters on, eager to see what more they would bring in this sexy bout.

Seeing that Yin was coming in close, Keqing decided to take a gamble. She closed her arms and barreled forward right into Yin's guard, hoping to get in before her opponent could either pull back or close up. Her goal was to get right in and fire up a knee into Yin's gut, hoping to knock the wind out of her, then throwing a cross elbow strike across Yin's cheek when she doubled over from the blow to really leave her stunned!

[Ichi]

     Yīn's right cross and left hook hit nothing but air as Keqing slipped to her left and pulled back. The second right cross did not fare much better as it simply impacted against Keqing's guard. In the back of her mind, Yīn could not help but acknowledge Keqing's skillful evasion, even if she did not dwell on it.
     The cross had caused Keqing to raise her guard, which left her hips wide open. The muscles in Yīn's legs twitched for a split second as her instincts told her to shoot in for a takedown while Keqing's hands were up and her focus was presumably up top. But the memory of what happened the last time she went to the ground with Keqing halted Yīn in her tracks: she was not keen on getting into a lewd grappling exchange with Keqing. That left an opening for Keqing to come barreling in just moments later.
     "Hnyaa—" Yīn cried out as her nipples collided with Keqing's, sending a shiver down Yīn's spine. Her cry was cut off when Keqing's knee stabbed into Yīn's unprepared abdomen, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to hunch over slightly. Not having established any sort of control over Keqing's arms, Keqing was able to throw her follow-up elbow unimpeded.
     Keqing's elbow slammed into Yīn's cheek, jolting Yīn's head around. Her legs momentarily weakened and she stumbled back, nearly falling on her butt yet managing to catch herself with her hand. Yīn swiftly got back up onto two feet but stumbled backwards a couple more steps.
     Yīn would quickly get back on steady footing. Assuming that Keqing had not immediately rushed in, Yīn would sneak in a quick head nod to acknowledge the strikes. Regardless, if Keqing tried to close in on her, Yīn would be prepared to throw a teep with her lead left leg at Keqing's abdomen to try to catch Keqing as she came in.