Keito's second encounter (Complete)

Keito was starting to lose his breath. Most guys would have died to be in his position, but Keito wasn't that type of person. However, he was far too weak to escape from this, his eyes slowly closing, the boy sliding down Phe's body, passed out from a lack of oxygen. The ref looked at this and rose Phe's arm saying, "We have a winner!" the crowd cheering wildly. The irony of it all: Keito defeated by the thing all the women in the audience believed he wanted. It would have been more ironic had that assumption been true.

"Poor boy...you just aren't cut out for this kinda stuff...."

The bell had already rung and the match had been decided, yet the victory did nothing to excite her. Though Phe wasn't that all impressed with you, somewhere in her heart still made her want to churn out whatever worth you had left, regardless to how far off you were in slumberland.

"Let them cheer on...none of that matters, doesn't it, sweetums?"

Phe speaks tenderly to you. Your face free from fleshy captivity while her finger gently strokes your cheek. Her actions had gone from sadistic to maternal in a matter of seconds.

"Shhhh...sleep now...."