Chiyorin vs. The Won Siblings - Cultural Exchange

Free at last. Cindy had a small sigh of relief as Chiyo was knocked away, letting her up and giving her the space she desperately needed. In a normal match, she would have been content to try and seize the advantage and wear away on her lovely and luscious opponent, if for no other reason to feel more of her body grinding against her. But this match was too perilous and the price was too high. They could not afford to rest on their laurels.

Cindy rolled to her feet and stumbled towards Bridget, who waited in their corner with outstretched arm. "Finally." She took the tag and stepped over the ropes, making her way into the ring and bouncing on her heels.

Cindy took her position and leaned against the ropes for support. "Try not to damage this one too badly, beloved."

Bridget let a small smile creep on her face for the first time today. "I make no promises."

Cindy took the opportunity to tag her partner, and Chiyo wasn't sure if she should feel relieved that the girl didn't take advantage of her vulnerable state. Her opponents probably playing it safe, which couldn't be too good for her own.

"And I was just getting started with your partner..." she sighed, feigning disappointment before approaching Bridget. "Hope I didn't make you jealous or anything."

This girl was slightly taller than Cindy, so Chiyo guessed that she'd be more of a power type. Maybe, maybe not. In any case she couldn't afford to be careless. With that in mind, she's pretty content just circling Bridget for the time being, almost hopping like a school girl while doing so.

"Come come, I don't bite..."

It pained Bridget to admit, but the ox-horned woman before her was formidable, despite her goofy trappings. Chiyo had given Cindy quite the hassle in a short time, and even with the strength difference she had fared abnormally well.

Not that this worried Bridget, however. She had Chiyo's measure, understood her style. The strategy was clear. She simply needed to do what her sister could not - overpower and dominate.

She wasted no time and stopped Chiyo's circling before she had much of a chance to even begin it. She rushed forward and tried to meet up with her buxom foe in a clinch, pressing forward and trying to drive her towards the ropes. "You might not. We do, however. Hard."

"Oh... I see," Chiyo looked unimpressed by the claim, although she did struggle to contain Bridget's pushing.

She was brought towards the edge of the ring in relatively short time, which wasn't that surprising considering she was already spent a bit. The pink haired girl would, in fact, use the momentum of her opponent's and pushed herself off Bridget. Her aim was to bounce off the ropes behind her and lowered herself in order to spear the girl's midsection. This time she'd try to be the first sending that kind of greeting.

Any other time, this might have been an even match - as near as Bridget could tell, their styles were almost as similar as their choice of clothing, both preferring an emphasis on raw power. But Bridget had the advantage of being fresh and rested, while the brief scuffle with Cindy had sapped Chiyo's stamina. That made a gap. An easily exploitable gap.

In theory, at least.In practice, Chiyo might have been too wily for that advantage to be seized, and Bridget learned this as her own moment was turned against her with the aide of the ropes. She let out a hoarse squawk as they both went down, taking the hard spear right in her stomach, landing flat on her back.

She saw how well Chiyo handled herself on the ground and did not want to push her luck with this sort of confrontation. She needed a quick way out, and while it was more of her sister's style, she had an idea that could work. Chiyo seemed to react well to amorous attention, even craved it, so Bridget gave her what she would want: she reached down, grabbed her by the ox horns and tried to pull Chiyo's face towards her breasts for a quick and sloppy smother.

Her balance wasn't in the best state after the collision, so Chiyo had little time to prepare herself for an incoming attack in the form of hair grabbing. She yelped, but her voice was quickly muffled by the mounds of Bridget as the girl went for a breasts smother.

"Mmm!"

It was kinda unexpected given the position, but obviously it worked for Bridget. Chiyo tried to pull herself away from her opponent, before she'd attempt to land a punch from her right fist to the stomach of the girl. Hopefully that would soften her a bit after the earlier spear, and allow Chiyo to get away from Bridget.

Bridget had a long sigh as Chiyo screamed into her breast, already regretting this move. Cindy's teasing would go on for years after this, and she could already hear half the taunts in her mind.

It was an awkward position, but it worked well enough until Chiyo's struggles became too much. The punch in Bridget's side made her ribs burn, especially after the spear, and she had to shove Chiyo away. But she did not have to do it in a gentle way.

She lifted Chiyo's face up and threw a quick punch towards her face, a little parting gift before she pushed her off and sent her away.

The punch was more than enough to sent the slightly dizzy Chiyo stumbling, and the push made her fall to the mat onto her back and panting. The pink haired girl groaned, rubbing her hurt cheek while catching some air. She doubted that her opponent would give her too much of a recovery time, but the other girl wasn't in the perfect shape either.

"Uhuhh... what's with everyone aiming for the face..." she muttered.

Rolling over onto all four sluggishly, the pink haired girl would then pick herself up. Her cheek was still hurting, but at least her breathing was getting more stable. She should be able to defend herself unless Bridget had already been on the move while she's still down.

Maybe the handicap was bringing out the best in Chiyo, or maybe she was just always this good. Bridget could not hazard a guess and she did not care to. All that mattered was stopping her momentum and getting in a solid move, something to stake her claim with and take control of the match. As she saw Chiyo begin to rise, she saw the perfect opportunity.

She moved to her feet and came at her from behind, moving swift and silent. She pressed against Chiyo's back trapped her arms at the side, and tried to lock her into a reverse bearhug, squeezing her, pressing down hard on her chest and looking to drive the air clean out of her.  Not an elegant move, but effective, and she was willing to try anything in this match. As much  as she disliked the idea of bringing Chiyo into their home, the idea of them being her slaves was unnacceptable. "I am going to break you in half, little girl." She whispered into Chiyo's ear and dared to steal a quick lick while her hair covered it.

"Ahh!" Chiyo yelped as she was suddenly caught from behind by Bridget, who trapped her arms as well with a tight embrace. "Ouhh..." a soft moan escaped her lips as the girl's breasts were pressed on her back while her ear was being licked as well. "Mutilation is a crime you know..." she managed to give a somewhat casual reply.

In this kind of situation, unfortunately her best option was to squirm. Doing so would only rub her back onto Bridget's breasts some more, though, which also meant that her effort would be increasingly disrupted the longer it went. Maybe there's a better way to get free, but at the moment, Chiyo wasn't seeing it yet.

"Ugghhh..."