Not quite

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Fallen Master Kim – I shall take back control of my dojo or die trying!

• Kicks as fast as vipers
• Two big, bouncing orbs
• A score to settle

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VS

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Master Daniel – What is this, the sixth time or something? Just give up already.

• Arms like tree trunks
• A thick cock on first-name terms with Kim’s mouth
• An ego the size of his newly-acquired dojo

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Kim wasted no time advancing, throwing a punch directly at Daniel’s face. Unsurprisingly, he caught her fist in his hand with no difficulty. More surprising was the second punch that Kim threw, coming out lightning fast and directed below her opponent’s waist. Yet, her pupil-turned-master was saved by her training, as he kept his weak point defended at all times. Kim was left with both her hands in the grip of her bigger, stronger opponent. She spread her fingers around his and pushed back against him, but she was quickly losing ground.

Daniel took this opportunity for a verbal jab. “Purple fingernails again, huh? You never used to paint them.”

Kim yanked her hands free and jumped back, resetting the battlefield. “What I do with my body is none of your concern, you wretch!”

Daniel spread his arms to taunt her. “Isn’t it though? I’ll be using it soon enough. And I said you’d look sexy in purple, didn’t I? Glad you agree!”

The female martial artist snarled and dove in for another attack. This time she shot two fast kicks against her enemy’s calf, forcing him back before she launched a powerful roundhouse kick at his side. Daniel, however, was able to catch the kick before it made contact, leaving Kim with her leg hanging in the air. With his free hand, he pulled her belt from her gi, causing the sides to fall open and reveal a lacy purple bra. The kind a woman only wears when she’s trying hard. The dojo whistled and catcalled her relentlessly, finding endless amusement in the bitchy, hardass Master Kim now wearing such sexy, feminine underwear.

Master Daniel laughed, “Ha! Trying to impress me, huh? This is a real upgrade from those plain bandages you used to wear.”

The blonde clenched her eyes shut in embarrassment and tried to wrench her leg out of Daniel’s grip, but she was only freed when Daniel willingly let go. Her body spilled onto the floor, but she immediately recovered to her feet.

“I am not dressed this way for you! A woman has the right to dress however she pleases for her own sake!” Kim fired back.

“Uh-huh. You can’t tell me you didn’t walk out the door this morning knowing exactly who was going to see you in that.”

Kim took a deep breath to calm her nerves and cope with the whole dojo seeing her bra. _They’re nothing but animals… I will show them the strength and resolve of a true Amazonian warrior, _she told herself.

For the third time, Kim initiated an attack against Master Daniel. This time she got in close before throwing a forceful punch. Daniel moved to easily grab it, but it turned out to be a feint, leaving him to grab at air. In an impressive feat of athleticism, Kim bent backwards until her feet left the ground, briefly entering freefall before breaking her fall by slamming her arms against the mat. At the same time, her leg stretched straight up like a flag, on a direct course for Daniel’s chin. And it might have done some serious damage, if it hadn’t missed by a hair.

Shit… Kim thought.

The hulking man grinned as he grabbed her ankle from in front of his face, then quickly grabbed her other ankle before she could pull it away. Kim’s only reprieve was to slide away with her back against the floor, freeing her legs but leaving her pants behind. This showcased a pair of pretty purple panties, perfectly partnered with her bra.

“Girls only wearing a matching bra and panties if they have one thing in mind… Do you still insist on fighting? Or are you just flirting at this point?” Master Daniel asked condescendingly.

“I will fight you until my last fucking breath. Underestimate me at your own peril,” Kim threatened, scrambling back to her feet.

Daniel shrugged, rolled his neck around to crack it a few times, and went on the offensive. He threw three punches out in rapid succession, and, while the first two were nimbly dodged by Kim, the third one was blocked. Daniel pushed his advantage in a battle of strength, which distracted Kim long enough for him to grab the shirt of her gi. What followed could be better described as wrestling than martial arts, but the end result was Kim lying on the ground in only her bra and panties.

You are dressed this way voluntarily. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Kim insisted to herself, fighting her instinct to cover her underwear. Even though she’d put them on herself, and even though she’d deliberately picked a colorful bra and panties instead of her usual bandage wraps, there was an insurmountable level of embarrassment caused by actually being seen in them.

She stood up with worry showing on her face. Daniel was just as strong as the last times she faced him, and the time she spent shopping and doing her makeup seemed to be far more relevant to this fight than any training she’d done. The blonde fighter tried to refocus as Daniel began another attack, but the damage to her morale had already been done.

Daniel’s attacks were fast and heavy, leaving Kim occupied with dodging her physically superior foe. Most attempts at counterattacking only resulted in her attack being caught, and a meaty fist connecting with her supple skin. Once, Kim managed to score a decent kick against Daniel’s thigh, but the flurry of blows that followed was too much for Kim to take. The battle ended with Kim in nothing but her lingerie, hoisted over Master Daniel’s shoulder like a championship belt.