The return of her nemesis

Peko blocked out the other students. She blocked out the embarrassing state of her clothes, even as her breasts heaved hard enough nearly to smack the glasses off her nose. She ignored the buckets of sweat pouring from her body. She ignored how much the coach was yelling about shit, which was even more than usual. She focused single-mindedly on her training. "I'll be the Ultimate Swordswoman! I'll master the blade! I'll protect the young Kuzuryu! And I'll go back and defeat that damn cat!!" she thought to herself, wearing an expression of intensity that looked as though she planned to kill the treadmill machine, not just conquer it.

With so many things blocked out, even she was surprised when she managed to hear something: a quiet meow, coming from behind her.

"Shiiiiit!" she cried, doing her best unintentional Nekomaru impersonation. Running at this speed, she couldn't possibly leave the machine without powering it down first, could she? She couldn't even turn around to look at Kurosuke approaching her. The cat was likely licking its paws while it tried to decide the best angle to approach from. The other students, with the benefit of a decent vantage point, watched as Kurosuke chewed idly on the tatters of a long, purple scarf it had pulled from somewhere.

There had to be a way to escape!

"I'm the Ultimate Swordswoman...! Don't underestimate me!" she warned the cat behind her... before pressing her bare foot onto the upper part of the incline and launching off, into the air in a beautiful somersault like a crescent moon. The students all watched in admiration as she flipped through the air like some impossible martial artist from a fighting game... well, one had some feelings other than admiration.

Nekomaru leapt into the air and grabbed Peko's naked waist, then spun midair and threw her back at the machine like he was tossing a bola. "I won't let you abandon your training, not when you're so clooose! Finish turning that machine into a pile of shit! Avenge my loss earlier, dammit!" he shouted, attempting to fire her up.

The swordswoman watched in horror as the machine approached her field of vision. There was no way she was going to manage to land feet-first this time. The best she could do was to reach her hands out and grab hold of the console, then play with it, hoping to hit something that would turn it off! The speed was reduced slightly...

But not enough! She hung to the console for dear life as she watched her glasses fall from her face, hit the treadmill, then go flying off to the far side of the gymnasium, propelled by the **** of the treadmill. She clenched her teeth and felt tears well up in her eyes as her chest hit the treadmill next, then her lower body, flapping against its hide speed movements uselessly while she tried to get her legs under her. In mere seconds, the front of her shirt and her bloomers had both been reduced to shreds by friction. The assembled crowd cried out, doing their best fired-up Nekomaru impersonation. They all eagerly looked forward to the moment she stepped off the treadmill so that they could see everything...

But they didn't have to wait. Kurosuke jumped up onto the small of her back, riding her like a convenient surfboard, while he took his time peeling off the ruined shorts and the remains of her gym shirt. Peko's face was beet red now, and not just because she'd bumped it on the console a moment ago. She released the console and flipped to her back, covering her breasts with her hands and ignoring a new friction burn across her back and shoulders, with the treadmill rocketing her towards the exit. At least Kurosuke had presumably fallen onto the treadmill and been dashed to bits... Now, she was hurtling towards the exit of the gym; her bag had gotten caught around one leg, but the only useless thing left inside it was that mask from earlier.

Before she could pray for her fallen opponent, she noticed him still hanging out, now on her belly as he regarded her one remaining clothing article, the black thong she was wearing. "Wait...! Have some decency! R-Rules of engagement!" Peko pleaded, as the cat caught the front in his mouth and began to pull at it with a cute meow. It didn't take much effort; he'd quickly plucked it off.

Worst of all: Peko wasn't stopping. Now completely nude and partially blind, she was still present enough to realize that she'd hit the flapping door of the gymnasium and was now sliding on her butt out towards the courtyard. Seeing that she had nothing left to give, Kurosuke gave another little mew, then jumped off, disappearing into some bush.

Peko yelled as though she was being murdered, as her sweaty, naked body slid haplessly into the courtyard. She had crossed her arms across her breasts and pulled up her legs, but it wasn't likely to be able to help that much! There was only one thing she could do to preserve any of her dignity at this point...