Interlewd 3-1 featuring Master Kim

Men in white karate gis lined the edges of the dojo. In the center stood two figures. One of them was a tower of a man wearing a solid black gi, rolling his shoulder for a few satisfying pops. The other was a tower of a woman wearing a solid white gi, twisting her back enough to make her spine crackle. It was Master Kim, though no longer a Dojo Master. She wore her hair in a bushy, light blonde ponytail, which had grown a few inches since her encounter with Emilia.

“Master Daniel. I challenge you for ownership of this dojo. My dojo,” Master Kim declared seriously.

He seems more formidable every time I challenge him. Can I actually defeat this arrogant student of mine? Kim feared, a bead of sweat dripping down the edge of her face.

“We can do this again if you want, Kim, but it’s just gonna end up the same. You sure you don’t just want to skip to the fun part? Nobody seems to enjoy it more than you,” he replied flippantly, knowing quite well that a fight was happening regardless.

“Nonsense. A complacent foe is the easiest kind. I’ve been honing my body every day while you rest on your laurels. I have nothing to fear from a man striving for nothing.”

During her time as Dojo Master, Kim had made a grave miscalculation. In teaching Emilia and Samantha the dangers of their own weakness, she also allowed her students to see just how weak girls could be. It was a lesson which they took to heart far more than the two insolent visitors, and it resulted in far more dicks in her ass than her pride allowed. To correct this mistake, the only course of action was to demonstrate just how strong girls can be. A task which Kim was having some **** difficulty with.

“Oh, I’m striving for something alright,” Master Daniel replied. “Striving to see the pathetic ‘Master Kim’ on her knees again.”

The insult, and reference to her numerous failures up to this point, clearly got under the tall woman’s skin. “YOU WILL SEE THE INSIDE OF A GRAVE BEFORE YOU SEE SUCH A SIGHT AGAIN!”