Mat Training (for Yatori)

With her front now effectively pinning Yatori down, Chigusa decided to free her hands and try to remove Yatori's top. She slowly let go of Yatori's left hand, hoping that Yatori would be too distracted to notice, and reached over to tug on the lace underneath Yatori's back. One soft tug and it came loose, though Chigusa couldn't remove it properly with their bodies still pressed so tightly together.

Of course, the fight couldn't last long. Chigusa could only maintain her strength in a short amount of time. Already she was beginning to tire, and her breasts were screaming at her in protesting pain. If Yatori thought the move hurt, she had no idea how Chigusa felt. Her breasts were obviously weaker than Yatori's in both size and firmness, and Yatori's bust proved it by crushing hers. She had to pull back soon, before the pain got too unbearable.

Chigusa deliberately opened her mouth during the kiss to admit Yatori's tongue. She knew that she was perhaps a better tongue-wrestler, since she was overpowering Yatori's tongue in their last match. Her tongue darted around, not meeting Yatori's head on, but dodging and ducking to wear out Yatori's tongue and make it easier to defeat.

Yatori was quite involved in their little make-out, but not too involved to fail to notice Chigusa briefly releasing her wrists. Mmm, what's this? But she played along, pretending to be fully occupied with Chigusa's tits and tongue (close to the truth, anyway).

Part of it was because Chigusa's tongue was playing tag with her. Yatori remembered their first match and how Chigusa had bested her tongue. Clever, Chicchan, but don't use the same trick twice!

The mafiosi thus held back her tongue after her first futile attacks and instead waited for the wily Chigusa to attack her there.

Chigusa's hands eagerly tore at the laces holding Yatori's outfit together. She soon had them completely loosened. Chigusa began grinding her chest up and down, with every push slowly removing Yatori's top from her chest. Now she was going to have a real advantage, she wondered how it felt to have raw skin rubbing against lacy lingerie fabric.

When she felt Yatori's tongue retreating, Chigusa frowned a little. She pressed her advantage however and advanced right into Yatori's mouth. If Yatori wasn't going to fight, then Chigusa would just take the fight to her!

Yatori would have smiled if she could as Chigusa's tongue entered her home court. She settled for finally locking up orally. Immediately she lost a few precious centimeters as Chigusa's tongue slammed into hers forcefully. She held. She knew she had to hold.

The tongue fight was a distraction. What she deemedimportant were their breasts. The mafiosi would plunk her now-ignored hands upon the busy purple-haired idol's back. From lots of practice with Mia, Yatori could do this blindfolded. In an instant, she'd unfastened Chigusa's bra.

When Chigusa started her grind, Yatori would grind back, speeding up their mutual stripping. Soon Chigusa would discover that she would be losing her top as well- and meeting Yatori in an equal, bare-skinned titfight!

Chigusa felt her top slipping as well as she ground against Yatori. She turned her eyes to the side, and saw that Yatori had undone the clasps to her bra as well. Chigusa groaned inside. Now the matchup was about even again, and Yatori would win a titfight like this. Chigusa was committed however, and she didn't disappoint. She pressed in as well, her tits meeting Yatori's, bare flesh against bare flesh. Their bras soon lay on the side, off their bodies, forgotten, as they continued their hot battle.

Yatori's tongue held Chigusa off well. She couldn't find a way to budge Yatori, no matter how hard she pushed or where she attacked. Finally, after expending valuable energy, Chigusa's tired tongue began to withdraw back into her mouth.

Yatori shared Chigusa's groans as she endured their titfight. Her bare breasts did have a lead on Chigusa's smaller ones, but it was a slim one, as Yatori had sacrificed so much momentum to set this favorable exchange up.

She thought to use her tongue to break their deadlock. Then she decided against it. She'd somehow held off Chigusa's tongue, but her own was tired as well. Following Chigusa's tongue might get her into trouble.

So it would be up to their tits now. Yatori ground her breasts into Chigusa's. The mafiosi had the size and experience advantage, but her idol opponent was on top and determined to overcome her. That just made things exciting.

Only now did Yatori realize that her panties were wet. Whether it was sweat from the heat of their struggle or pre cum, she didn't know. She just kept boring her aching breasts into Chigusa's bust, knowing she was approaching her limits, wondering about her opponent's...

Chigusa whimpered as Yatori's breasts ground upwards. She could feel the firm flesh of Yatori's powerful womanly mounds biting upwards, eating into the weaker flesh of her own breasts. She pushed downwards, but she knew that if the fight continued, Yatori's breasts were going to bite right into the core of her own, and then it would be all over. Chigusa's nipples pressed into Yatori's, neither one giving in yet. She tried to use that to her advantage, pressing down with her nips on Yatori's, hoping to push them into Yatori's own breasts. But if Yatori pushed back, Chigusa's own nips were what was going to give...

Yatori moaned desperately as Chigusa's breasts burrowed into her own. The idol girl's nipples were truly intolerably stubborn. Yatori's own nipples felt fit to shatter if they took just a bit more sexual stress, and she'd trained and toughened them up to what she had believed to be formidable levels, which now seemed inadequate against the determined Chigusa. Hell, she was imagining she was already lactating, though it was probably just sweat... she hoped...

Noo... I gave up versus Mia once... twice... I can't give up now... I'd rather be knocked out this way... I think I might even cum...

One... last push...

Shutting her eyes to concentrate, Yatori would let out a battle cry before her nipples would rocket into Chigusa's for a self-annihilating counterstrike. "CHIGUSA!!!"

Chigusa could feel Yatori wavering, close to defeat. She just needed to hold on for a few second's longer, and Yatori would give. She almost smiled at the thought. Defeating Yatori here would be a great victory for her.

She suddenly felt Yatori pushing back with all her strength. Her eyes widened as she felt her breasts suddenly caving in, getting crushed by the powerful bust of her teacher and rival. She tried to retreat, but it was too late.

"GAAHHHHhhhh!" Chigusa screamed as her breasts got crushed inward, Yatori's powerful nips turning hers back, her bust flattening and getting crushed to the core. Yatori's suicidal attack worked; it crushed Chigusa's breasts and left her breathless, winded after the assault.

Yatori panted sharp, fast and happy at her near-Pyrrhic victory. "G-gotcha," she giggled at the breathless Chigusa. For a second there, she'd thought she'd been beaten at her own game. As it was, every inch of her breasts were unbearably sore and her nipples ten times so. But those same pears had just deflated Chigusa's tits in the toughest titfight she'd ever had so far.

So she enjoyed the feel of her triumphant breasts thrust deep into Chigusa's chest for a few seconds. "Nice titfight, Chicchan," she praised. "You gave me a lot of trouble, there... you're better than Mia, and Mia has bigger breasts than you..."

Yatori would them try to get her legs free of Chigusa's grapevine. Once she got her legs free, the mafiosi would try to reverse their positions, putting herself on top of the winded idol and increasing the pressure on Chigusa's tits.