Just a simple friendly spar.

Any semblance of a thinking mind that Origa had vanished a half hour ago. Now all she was is a pet and point of revenge for the smaller Kazuma. His hips and dick pistoned in her sex and pounded the caramel amazon into oblivion as without thinking the giant shamelessly barked like a dog at Kazuma’s orders. She felt his hands rub tantalizingly up her sides to her bouncing breasts to take hold of them once more.

At some point the tie that bound Origa’s hair in the ponytail had come undone and her long black locks hung over her head and face. Finally the end came and with a mighty howl that some of the gym goers outside thought they heard the dominator and the dominated both joined each other in a parallel climax. Their mixed juices dripped on to the floor in a puddle as Origa’s eyes had rolled so far into the back of her head that only the whites were seen and her tongue hung completely from her gaping mouth.

After multiple moments of shared trembling, Origa’s body eventually popped off of Kazuma’s dick and the giant collapsed face first into the soaked canvas completely limp. That last climax had rendered the giant unconscious and the only movements she made were the twitches from the aftershocks.

Kazuma was sure that Origa's howl may have been heard by some passing by gym goers as the two of them climaxed. He shot his load into Origa's womb, her walls quickly milking it all out of his rod and mixing it with her own juices. The two of them shivered for a few moments before finally Origa collapsed on the canvas, freeing Kazuma's now flaccid dick, all the while twitching and convulsing as the combination of their juices leaked out from her womanhood.

As great as it was that Kazuma got his revenge, in doing so though he may have completely ruined men for Origa or at least ensured that when, or if, she finally came down from her orgasmic high she would be supremely pissed with him. This was supposed to be a simple, friendly spar and yet he had completely squashed her, in a proper match it probably would've been the other way around. If Origa did somehow learn a way to deal with Hentai-Techniques she definitely wouldn't remember it when she came too. If it was anyone else Kazuma would've quietly left but given that it was Origa, one of the coolest women he had met in his AFW career, he would have to properly take responsibility, apologize, and accept whatever punishment she felt was appropriate.

He crawled over to Origa's side and rolled her onto her back and began to try and wake Origa up. It was difficult and required a few different techniques and attempts but he finally managed to get her to a semi-conscious state. "C'mon, Origa. Let's get you cleaned up." Kazuma dragged Origa by her arms back to the apron once more, sliding her beneath the bottom ropes before exiting himself. He took her arm and they both walked over to the private gym room's shower area. It was difficult given how tired he was and as well as the fact that he had to support most of Origa's weight in order to keep her on her feet but eventually they made it.

Kazuma turned on the shower and quickly started to clean Origa up first, given she was still dazed and confused, before cleaning himself. Hopefully this would be the first step in getting her forgiveness.

Aside from the small spasms and twitches that came from the amazon Origa was completely unconscious to the world around her. Kazuma had quite literally fucked her mind out and all that was left was a tanned skinned heap in the middle of the ring. A heap that Kazuma could just as easily left alone as he made his escape and get away from any retribution from the giant when she finally awoke and regained her ability to walk in a straight line.

Instead he didn’t and actually helped the amazon out of the ring and dragged her away to the showers to clean all the sweat and cum from her body. Origa was sat against the wall as the water poured on her slowly waking back up as the cold to warm water shook her awake. Opening her eyes she would turn her head to the naked form of Kazuma and would stare quietly at him not saying a word.

Kazuma watched as life and rational thought slowly started to return to Origa's eyes as he cleaned the cum and sweat off of her. The expression she wore on her face was completely unreadable to him, whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was a complete and utter mystery to Kazuma. He tried his best to avoid making direct eye contact as much as possible out of guilt and focused on the task at hand.

"H-Hey Origa, you ok there?" Kazuma asked nervously only to be greeted with silence. Of course she wasn't okay, he had quite literally fucked her brains out in the name of revenge. "I know you're probably mad, and you have every right to be! H-how about you and I go get that lunch we never got to have because of our match, on me of course." Kazuma nervously asked and waited for her response like a child asking something of their very irritated parent.

Origa was now fully awake and now she began to scrub her body down and clean it. All while she listened to Kazuma’s attempted apology and peace offering with a passive face. Her face was still as stone as she washed her bronze Amazonian body in clear view of Kazuma’s eyes. Eventually her body had been cleaned of all the abnormalities from herself and turned her naked body to face Kazuma. Her face giving nothing away.

That is until her hand slapped against his face with the force of a meteor and to the sound of a loud bell. The force spinning the boy in a 360 circle before collapsing to a heap at her feet. “Let’s go get lunch. I hope your wallet can handle it.” She said to him her tone clipped before she turned on her heels and walked out of the showers to get her clean clothes from her duffel bag. Once dressed she then made her way out of the private gym and through the main gyms front doors.

As she walked past some gym goers thought they saw the giant walk a little unevenly and trembling slightly with each step. But most ignored it and just thought that the amazon had a hard workout, though they weren’t wrong it just wasn’t traditional. When she stepped out she waited for Kazuma to take her for a well deserved lunch. She always did want to try that expensive sushi restaurant not far from her apartment.

Once Origa started to wash herself Kazuma backed off and started to wash himself in the shower spot next to her, Kazuma found it quite difficult to focus however as the water ran down Origa's figure, washing away the cum and sweat that had accumulated on her body. The entire time she said nothing, either contemplating her revenge or considering Kazuma's proposal. When she was done and dried off Origa finally turned to Kazuma and without so much as a single word gave Kazuma the hardest slap to his face that he had ever felt.

This slap sounded like thunder and made him do a perfect 360 turn before falling at Origa's feet. "I deserved that." Kazuma said under his breath. He was expecting Origa to maybe follow it up by picking him up and bending him over her knee as she gave him a spanking or worse, Take Kazuma back to the ring, tie him up and use him as a punching bag but instead of doing any of that she simply said that they should go get lunch. Apparently she was willing to let bygones be bygones at the expense of Kazuma's wallet. She then quickly left the showers, got dressed and left the room. Kazuma himself quickly dried off and put on his tracksuit before going back to the locker room and getting his proper stuff, he could hear the other gym goers whisper and snicker about the no doubt apparent apparent hand print on his face.

Kazuma returned the keys for the private room they had used and informed the clerk about how the canvas would need to be cleaned after their "workout". When Kazuma stepped outside Origa quickly grabbed him by the arm and started to pull Kazuma along to the place she intended for the two of them to have lunch; a super expensive sushi restaurant. Origa was not kidding when she said that it was going to hurt his wallet, but he would gladly take a hurt wallet over a ruined relationship as Origa slowly warmed back up to him. After they were done they parted ways, he offered to walk her home but apparently she lived close to the restaurant.

When Kazuma got back to his apartment in the Seiryu dorm he turned on his Xbox and pulled up both of Origa's profiles. One was the profile of a friend and the other was the profile of his greatest online rival, and they happened to be the same person. Kazuma thought back on the day he had with Origa; he got his revenge and had what was probably his most intense "spar" of his life and she forgave him for it at the cost of having to cancel a few of his preordered games for the year.......oh what the hell? Kazuma sent friend requests to both of her accounts, it was thanks to her that Kazuma had gotten better in a few games besides it's like the old saying; keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.