Kuri Nyotei vs Satoru Kido

Kuri felt his moans as she wrapped her legs around him and it made her smile. She knew she was close, but he was trying his very best not to climax, in response she would let out a bunch of lewd moans as she further increased her pace, "You're almost there, you can do it! Cum for your Empress!" she would say, seemingly cheering him on. The crowd would join the cheer, this lewd show was definitely good for them.

"Uuuhhhh" Kido let out a final soft moan before the toy finally giving his orgasm to the Empress on her command.

Kido's face grimaced a bit as he came, and he'd gasped for air as his load still continue to flow at her magnificent breasts. The boy began to pant rather heavily, exhausted from the mind blowing orgasm he just had. He'd stared blankly at the ceilings without saying anything.

Kuri smiled as he blew a massive load onto her waiting breasts, she got off him as the referee signal round one was over, but she stood over him so he could see her licking up as much of his cum as her greedy tounge could reach. "That was a fun "playdate", and you even brought snacks, you are a great toy." she teased his exhausted form, "But i really hope you brought seconds, I'm very hungry~" she said winking before both her and the referee went to her corner, waiting for him to get up so round 2 could start.

Kido felt that he couldn't get up for a while after his orgasm as he'd continue staring blankly at the ceiling for a couple more seconds. Whatever the Empress said to him seemed to slip out from his ears.

"Well, s-shit..." he'd suddenly say to no one in particular before he slowly tried to get up.

He looked at himself, noticing his pants missing, and glanced at Kuri with a slight hint of embarrassment. The boy wiped the sweats in his face before his blank expression eventually returned. However, whether it's composure or tiredness was a matter of perspective. Kido was still panting a bit when the ref decided to signal the bell for the second round.

Just like the perfect wind-up toy, after a moment, he was back to his calm face. She loved that, most of her toys before had been extremely fragile. After he wiped his face, and he got up, the referee signaled round two. Kuri giggled and went right back to work, walking towards him "So, are you ready for round two little toy?" She said before kicking towards his stomach.

"No, not really..." Kido replied while panting. His fatigue became clearer as he wasn't all prepared against her sudden kick like he would have in the beginning of the match. "O-off..!"

With a low yelp, the boy fell on his knees, holding his stomach with one hand while the other hand pushed against the mat to support himself. Closing one eye as he grimaced, suddenly Kido would glared at the Empress with one eye. It was a cold gaze, with a rather murderous intent, although it only lasted for a second before his tired expression returned.

Kuri happily nailed him with the kick to the gut, and was moving in towards him, when he suddenly gave her a murderous glare and she shivered, it was a cold glare. Then, regaining her composure, she pouted "Waah, don't look at me like that you meanie!" She said as she leaned on to grab his head and put it in a headlock against her breasts. "Bad boy!" She would yell if successful.

It seemed that Kido was completely relying on his instinct now as he somehow leaned back and swatted the Empress hands with just one swing of his rather thin arm. Kido would try to use the moment to get away from her by rolling aside, setting him in front of a turnbuckle as he got up.

Kuri cursed herself for letting him spook he, as he was able to swat her hand away, and roll to the turnbuckle. Smiling, Kuri would charge at him with a shoulder down, trying to spear him into the turnbuckle!

The boy was till looking kinda groggy as the Empress decided to do a shoulder charge at him, probably thinking he was cornered. Kido had other ideas however, as he stepped forward and swung his hips as if he's going to the right. If Kuri reacted to it, then he'd delicately side stepped to the left, allowing himself to get pass her in what looked like a soccer style dribbling movement, without the ball. It might even caused the Empress to hit the turnbuckle if she couldn't stop her momentum.