Hayasui vs Kura: A Student meets a Master (Hardstyle Hentai)

"Three!"

And with that, it was done. Exhausted beyond all capacity and buzzing with pleasurable overload, Hayasui couldn't manage anything beyond the barest of twitches as Kura lowered herself down for the pin. The intoxicating sight above her wasn't as humiliating as she'd expected, however, the raven-haired woman feeling oddly content with herself. Despite all the embarrassment she'd suffered, she'd still done her part. She'd met Kura on her terms, hadn't submitted, had fought to the very last, and even put up a decent fight against the ninja all the same. Still, the post-match rest brought a certain clarity to the woman, along with the realization that had been building up in the latter half of the match.

"Looks like..." she said, after a few moments of panting for breath, "There's something else...I need to learn..."

Not Kura's nerve strikes, no. That hadn't been the instrument of her defeat. It had been far simpler than that, that seductive edge that Kura had wielded as dangerously as her blows. Her weakness to that had been her downfall.

Kura's tongue rolled over her glistening lips as she nestled herself down over top of Hayasui's panting form, a lioness having claimed her kill. She let out a pleased sigh, letting her hand greedily slip down along the other girl's plump thighs, massaging her fingers into her sensitive skin as the counts fell. This match had been far more enjoyable than she had original thought, the young girl beneath her proving to be a fiery competitor. In the end though, her glaring weakness was one Kura happily exploited, though she was sure by the end of the match Hayasui had enjoyed being taken advantage of as well. Still, even making use of that, her lax treatment of the match had almost lead to her own downfall more than once. Was it too brazen to leave herself open like that? Perhaps, but she would have been thrilled in Hayasui had actually managed to turn the tables and ravage her until their roles were reversed.

When the third and final count came down, she smirked, twisting her body to lay up against Hayasui's side. "You did well." Kura whispered hotly into the other girl's ear, flicking her tongue mischievously along its edge. "It was my pleasure to devour you." With a cool smirk the pink haired ninja pushed herself up to loom over top of her opponent, casting her in shadow as a few droplets of sweat rolled from her breasts to drip down onto her prone form. She gave a small approving nod, fighting back the urge to lock lips again and continue having her way. The match was over and while she was sure the audience wouldn't mind watching, she respected Hayasui in defeat. No need to humiliate the girl.

"I look forward to watching your progress now that you know where to begin." Rising to her feet, Kura left Hayasui laying on the canvas. In no particular hurry she gathered up articles of clothing from around the ring. She slipped her top loosely on, letting it hand open while her body wrappings and sash were bundled in her arms. Stepping through the ropes, the pink haired woman peered back to Hayasui with a smile. "Have a good night my dear. I hope you think of us again when you are alone and you whisper my name as you please yourself in alone." With a small wink, she gracefully slipped from the apron, making her way back up the ramp to a number of catcalls and flash photography.