Shizuku Yatori versus Yuuki Chigusa

Yatori knew she would win the race, since her legs had a much shorter distance to cover compared to the distance between them and the corner. That gave her enough time to brace herself.

"Guuhhh!" she cried out as she crashed into the corner back first. Her limbs held-

"Guwaaahhh!"

-and then the second impact broke both her nelson and her scissors as if they were made of glass.

Now Yatori was pinned beneath Chigusa's back. "Shimatta..." Oh, no... Desperately she clamped her hands on Chigusa's ample breasts. "Sorry, Chicchan," she breathed. "But nice counter..."

Chigusa felt her two desperate counterattacks weaken and finally break Yatori's hold. She couldn't help but feel elated inside, since she was out of her little pinch and had weakened Yatori in the process. Right as she tried to get up though, two hands clamped across her breasts. Chigusa blushed, her eyes widening in surprise. She heard Yatori apologizing for doing this underneath her.

"Dameeeeeee!" Chigusa screamed. She grabbed both of Yatori's hands, trying to pry them off, even though her costume beneath may also rip off in Yatori's grip.

Yatori, startled by Chigusa's screech, not only tightened her grip on her opponent's costume, but pulled as well. Aided by Chigusa's panicked hands-

RRRRIIIIP

-she ended up exposing Chigusa's top to all her fans.

"Oops," Yatori grimaced, not seeing the damage but feeling the shreds of cloth in her hands.

"Eh?" Chigusa looked at her suddenly exposed front. Her ample breasts bounced from the motion in front of her face. The blush on her face deepened to a crimson.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Chigusa screamed again, this time louder and shriller. She quickly got off Yatori, running to the side of the ring, her hands crossed across her chest to prevent it from being seen as best as she could. The crowd was cheering louder now, with an audible "Boo-bies!" chant being heard.

Yatori got up with a sheepish grimace on her face. "Sorry, Chigusa," she apologized. "You startled me."

Those are pretty cute breasts, though, was her naughty consideration. I'd like to get my hands on them...

"Can you continue?" she asked over the infantile chants of the crowd.

"Ah, well," Chigusa said. She looked down at her breasts, barely covered by her arms. She couldn't properly fight without exposing them, and fighting exposed like this would cause perhaps a career-ending scandal. Her career as it is right now looked pretty bleak, since no doubt the people in the crowd took pictures and were circulating them about over the internet.

But since that happened already, how much worse could it get? She thought about it, deciding that it could get MUCH worse. But would she throw the match though? Her ire to win hadn't been deflated quite yet. But how could she fight without exposing herself?

Something flew in from the crowd, nearly hitting Chigusa on the face. Males shouting "We want boobs!" in the crowd were getting quite unruly. Were they throwing stuff too? Chigusa bent down and picked up the thing that nearly hit her across the face. She saw that it was muslin wrap, which could be made into an improvised bra. She smiled, looking out into the crowd to see her benefactor. She didn't see anybody she knew in the mess of people, but thought she saw a flash of red. It was gone when she blinked though.

"I guess I can continue," Chigusa said, letting the muslin roll unwrap in her hands and quickly covering herself with it. The referee was plenty distracted by the crowd, not objecting what she couldn't see. The roll proved just long enough to cover her nipples, but left plenty exposed all around. "Whoever threw this really couldn't have given me some more?" Chigusa thought, "Oh well, beggars can't be choosers."

Yatori couldn't help but be amused at Chigusa. She was going to offer her jacket when the muslin wrap arrived. Giggling, she allowed Chigusa to cover up.

"But they're such nice breasts..." And the smirking Mafiosi suddenly made to grope Chigusa's breasts. "Why so ashamed of them, Chicchan?"

Chigusa's hands were still fumbling with tying the knot behind her back when Yatori suddenly advanced, hands poised to molest. Chigusa didn't notice until Yatori was quite on top of her, her hands only millimeters away. The muslin wrap barely covered her nipples, leaving plenty of Chigusa's assets still availiable for exploitation. Chigusa gasped when Yatori's hands made contact again, this time not making the mistake of prying them off. The muslin was wrapped only loosely, the knot not properly tied. It would come off with any sort of struggle.

Chigusa got backed into a corner, trapped by Yatori's hands. "Ah," Chigusa moaned, "Oh... It's not that I'm ashamed of them... it's just embarassing..."

Yatori smiled... kindly. "It's not embarrassing,"" she suggested, "-if you're with a friend..."

She rubbed her fingers into the soft skin of Chigusa's breasts. Her palms meanwhile massaged Chigusa's nipples. She saw her opponent was sensitive when it came to her breasts- but then again, what girl wasn't? It was an advantage she'd milk -Oooh, I made a pun- to the utmost.

I promised your fans fan service...

"With a friend?" Chigusa thought. She blushed at the thought of having Yatori as a friend.

Chigusa wasn't stopping Yatori, nor was she fighting back in any way. She wasn enjoying the moment, enjoying Yatori's skillful hands dance over her breasts, stimulate her nipples, and make her feel good. One of her hands covered her mouth to hold back moans of pleasure. Her other hand reached over to Yatori's face, brushing the hair off gently.