Mat Training (for Yatori)

All it took was one moment of distraction. Chigusa was a bit stunned at how quickly Yatori trapped her. It was like their match all over again, with Chigusa having one moment where she faltered, and Yatori completely gaining control because of it. With her arms behind her back, Chigusa couldn't press forward to overpower Yatori. And Yatori's big breasts, always so firm, were already beginning a contest with hers, their nipples somehow pressing up against one another through the thin fabric of their lingerie. Chigusa could feel Yatori's nips hardening already, while hers would need a bit more stimulation to become anywhere near Yatori's in terms of hardness. It wasn't that Chigusa wasn't getting aroused by this sudden quick contact, not at all! She just needed more buildup.

Chigusa wasn't going to go down without a fight. If her arms were trapped, she would just push elsewhere. She would shift position just a little, so that her feet would get a bit more purchase on the futon. Then, she would push forward with her strong legs, hoping to drive her entire front into Yatori with great force and maybe overpower her that way.

Yatori was savoring her entrapment of Chigusa when her world rocked sharply. "Ah!" she exclaimed as Chigusa rammed into her. Lulled into overconfidence by how she had been repeating her performance from their ring match, she didn't expect Chigusa to actually counterattack!

Now her bear hug worked against her. For Chigusa hadn't just knocked Yatori onto her back. Chigusa was now flattening Yatori against the futon, the Mafiosi's perked nipples trying in vain to hold up the full weight of Chigusa's breasts pressing down on her, the reversal making Yatori moan. Her grip on Chigusa had loosened, allowing the idol girl to take full advantage of the astonished Yatori!

When she felt Yatori's grip on her arms loosen, Chigusa immediatly took advantage of the situation. She grabbed Yatori's wrists quickly, her hands snapping shut around them right when she got the chance, and pushed Yatori's arms onto the futon, trapping them with her own. She felt Yatori's breasts getting slowly crushed underneath her own now, which gave her extra impetus to continue. Smiling, Chigusa moved quickly to trap all of Yatori. Her legs would try to get Yatori's legs in a grapevine, if she has the chance. In the meantime, Chigusa would try to bear down with all her rather small weight on Yatori, pressing her chest against Yatori's, aiming to drive her now hardening nipples against Yatori's to see if she could win in such a titfight when she has such a big advantage.

Yatori was so stunned that she failed to defend herself before Chigusa's counteroffensive. Now she was pinned to the futon by her wrists, followed by her legs getting trapped with Chigusa's, the Mafiosi ending up spread-eagled in a matter of seconds.

"Ooh," she moaned as Chigusa's toughening nipples dug into her hers. "Chicchan, you're quick..." It was now a fight between her bigger, experienced bust and Chigusa's energetic bosom. Yatori thought- between gasps- that she could win, but...

"If we're going to do it this way," she panted, actually advising, "Flick my nipples with yours... keep me titillated with random attacks..."

Now that she was on top, Chigusa began to try and consolidate her position. She couldn't just let Yatori slip out after all, not after all the trouble she went through to get her trapped in the first place! She pinned Yatori's arms down by the wrists, and her legs trapped Yatori's and began slowly seperating them, stretching them open.

What surprised her was that Yatori wasn't trying to break free, instead giving advice on what to do next. Chigusa had to admit that she had very little experience going on the offensive in this position, since she tried her best to avoid close encounters like this in her matches, and when it happened it was usually her that was getting attacked. She took Yatori's advice, rising up a little so her hard nipples, now poking out from underneath her white bra, were positioned near Yatori's. Chigusa pushed forward, giving Yatori's nipples an eager flick with her own. A small jolt of pleasure ran up her spine. She could understand why some people liked fighting this way now.

"Am I doing it right?" Chigusa asked, using her nipples to flick at Yatori's in every direction, each time letting them brush gently against one another.

Yatori let Chigusa work over her arms and legs. Save strength. It would be their swollen tits that decided this first round. To her delight, Chigusa was a quick learner and skilled on her own, just... not brazen, she guessed.

Each flick she took made her murmur. Pleasant, but not yet... intolerably so. "Good. But... harder," she urged. "You have to jolt me." Her nipples were hard yet fragile. "Like... this!"

Yatori'd use what little leverage remained with her to stab her nipples into Chigusa's tip on tip. Her own skill made her gasp.

Chigusa bit her lips as she pressed her nips against Yatori's hard nipples. Even though she was on top, and she was attacking, Yatori's nipples still struck back hard. Every single time their breasts met, and their nipples brushed against one another, Chigusa had to bite back the moans of pleasure. Yatori's nipples refused to give in to hers.

Then Yatori attacked back, pushing her nipples upwards to meet Chigusa's head on. Chigusa couldn't hold her back, she let out a moan of pleasure as her own nipples got pushed back, quickly lifting her chest off of Yatori's in the process. It seemed that she couldn't overcome the fact that Yatori's breasts were just simply stronger than hers. She quickly backed off, though she still held Yatori down solidly with her arms and legs.

Yatori giggled as Chigusa retreated from their breast battle. Her playmate was almost as shy as Haruka.

"Soften me up," she suggested. "You can suckle on my nipples. Milk me. That'll weaken me. Of course," she added, "You'll have to somehow pry my bra off using just your teeth..."

Her hands waggled from where Chigusa held them down. No hands, all right.

"Or if you're boring," Yatori further teased, "You can just settle for pinning me. But are you boring, Chicchan?" Her eyes sparkled. "I think not."

Chigusa nodded when she heard Yatori's suggestions. "Yeah... milking you is going to be a bit hard," she said, "But, I've got other ideas." She pressed down again, this time not even giving Yatori any room to press upwards. She just mashed her breasts into Yatori's with reckless abandon, pressing them deeply in, not caring if Yatori's breasts were stronger than hers and were squeezing hers hard as well. She was just going to press forward until she destroyed Yatori. Chigusa also kissed Yatori full on the lips, trying to overpower Yatori completely.

Yatori had but only enough time to ask "Oh?" before she went "Ooohhh..." as Chigusa drove into her tits first. She hadn't expected such... vigor out of her sparring partner.

And the brute force approach worked. Yatori hadn't steeled herself for such an energetic titfight. Her advantage in experience had thus been negated. It was all physical now. So wonderfully physical, her breasts folding into Chigusa's, her nipples hurting, burning, beginning to lactate against their opposite numbers...

She returned Chigusa's hungry kiss with equal lust. Yatori'd nibble and then chew on those luscious lips assaulting hers. Her tongue would thrust into the space created by their locked-together lips, awaiting Chigusa's tongue so that they could wrestle inside as well as outside.