Stip Match: Sininen Karl Vs. Misaki Sagashima

Sininen felt Misaki grab at her tights and pull. The girl's rump came into view partially and Sininen giggled. "That's the stuff! That's the stuff!" She said and wiggled her legs, also squeezing her thighs against Misaki.

She then leaned over and tried to do the same, trying to yank down Misaki's pants to expose the girl's butt some, all while giggling.

"EEEEEP!" Misaki squealed, ceasing her grabbing at Sininen's tights, she quickly tried to hold on to her own pants. Even if she did have her spandex shorts on beneath, the tiny tights did leave relatively little to the imagination, and were certainly far too revealing for Misaki to want on display.

Still, given her position, it was hard for her to fight back, allowing Sininen to easily get her pants down to her knees, exposing Misaki's toned, spandex-covered rump.

"Nooooooooooo..." Misaki wailed, her face burning bright red, partially from the pain of the headscissors, though mostly from her own embarassment. Desperate not to lose her pants, she grasped her hem tightly, trying to pull them back up.

Sininen assessed the situation while Misaki tried to maintain her dignity. Was it ok to put your clothes back ON!? Sininen giggled. "oh, Misa, Misa, please forgive, please forgive me!" She said. Sininen then stood up enough so her knees were still bent then she jumped upwards and leaned backwards, looking to plant Misaki's face in the canvas. That might give her the time she needed to strip the poor embarrassed girl.

So preoccupied with her pants, Misaki was pretty much taken totally off-guard as Sininen suddenly jumped up and slammed her face-first into the mat.

Knocked senseless, Misaki was sprawled out, face down, moaning, with her rear end stuck up in the air, and her pants still half-pulled down, stuck in a ridiculous position.

Sininen rolled off of Misaki and began humming to herself as she sat up. She looked down at the stunned girl. The pants were already on their way off, might as well try for the top! She took hold of Misaki's collar and sleeve and gave each a hard yank to try tand pull the shirt over her head.

By the time Misaki had come to, she immediately found herself with her top pulled over her head, seeing nothing but the white of the fabric. Realizing what was happening, she instantly panicked, but alas could do nothing as her top was pulled away, exposing her tight black sports bra beneath.

"N-n-noooooooooo...!" Misaki let out another miserable wail, popping upright into a sitting position. Her face flushed even more red now, she crossed her arms defensively over her chest, as if it would actually do anything to cover up her body.

Sinine captured the shirt and waved it over her head like a trophy. She giggled and looked down at Misaki's nearly bare chest before she heaved the shirt over the ropes. "Misa, Misa, such looovely curves!" She said and slid her hand down in front of herself and over the invisible curves that she did not possess.

"Are you sad, are you sad that you are fighting Sininen's boyish figure? Do I not, do I not tantalize you?" She said and lifted up her shirt, revealing no bra and flashing the girl her tiny, but stiff, nipples.

"Numanuma, I assure, I assure, you that I know how to please." She said with a wink as she let her hand drop the shirt back over her.

If it were possible for Misaki's face to have gotten any redder, it likely would have. She tried to stammer a response to Sininen's complements, but almost instantly turned away as the petite girl tried to flash her, far too embarrassed to even look. Whatever preconceptions she had had about Sininen's adorable appearance were very quickly being dispelled by her deviant behavior. The match had barely even begun, and this candy-loving little girl had just about stripped Misaki down to her underwear as if it were nothing.

Finding herself almost terrified of her smaller foe, Misaki staggered to her feet, one hand still crossed over her chest, the other trying clumsily to yank her pants back on, while she slowly backed away.

"Waaaaah!"

When Sininen saw Misaki stand up and try to finish pulling her pants up, she lunged at the bigger girl to try and grab Misaki's pants with both her hands, hoping to use gravity and momentum to yank them all the way down to Misaki's ankles!

"Eeeeeeek!" Misaki cried out as Sininen suddenly yanked her pants from her grip and straight down. Suddenly entangled around her ankles as she tried to move, Misaki tripped up and lost her balance, dropping down hard right on her rear end.