Looks like she's about to lose the argument...

"A-AH, AHH, AHHHHHH!!" The third year coach wails loudly out into the Arena tent, amidst the sounds of gloves hitting pads and intense training.

Her wobbly legs shake and weaken as she's **** to cum by her second year student's hand, to such a point where she can easily be thrown to the ground, still cumming and with gelatin legs. She wails all the way down, and even after landing on her plush tushie, her legs still spasm and jolt with the powerful orgasm.

Standing above where the coach is sitting back against the ringside, panting and heaving with her head down, the proud second-year girl cocks her hip arrogantly and looks down at her beaten coach with a wolfish grin.

In the end, the other two second years didn't really end up doing much to help, mostly because they didn't actually need to. Just like you, they watched as all the fight was taken out of their coach the moment that probing hands made contact with her pussy slit. Unlike you, though, they had the preface of this coach being a fantastic fighter and teacher, one of the best in the business, who less-experienced Combat teachers at the school would sometimes call on to help lead class lessons. Massively respected in the students' communal fight training space that was the Arena. And she just got completely bodied in less than a minute by a fairly average girl rubbing at her spot.

"Wow, that was fucking sad." The girl says, looking down from on high. She lifts her foot, and uses it to brush out the crinkles in her old coach's abused top, formed when she squeezed her hands around her mentor's plush chest. "Guess you really are out of things to teach us, huh? I kind of just want to see Lucas facefuck you now."

She turns her head and looks at the boy in her group from before, who seems to take a second to snap to attention and realise 'oh I'm up' before reaching down and unzipping his fly. The girl turns back to the fallen coach.

"It'd be lots of fun to see you try to stop him. Watch the drool and spittle fly from your mouth, all over your chest.... see you desperately tapping out on his leg once you start **** on his cock...."

As she speaks, she flicks her toes across the coach's chest more aggressively, focusing on the nipples and almost massaging the shirt-covered mounds. The coach, finally coming down from her orgasm but still pretty woozy, moans in a combination of nipple stimulation and vague protest to the idea of being publicly facefucked.

Her student removes her foot, moving it down to place it a bit lower over the coach's wet, warm, still-quivering pussy. She idly rubs it up and down the active slit.

"Yeah, you're right.... I'm feeling pretty hot after this myself, he'd probably be better suited to fucking me back in my dorm." She turns her head and smiles back at the boy, Lucas, with a glint in her eye.

Without looking, she presses down her foot a bit more forcefully against the beaten coach's pussy until a deep moan is drawn out from the simpering girl, then takes her foot off and happily skips over to Lucas, takes him by the arm, and leads him out of the Arena tent. The coach's eyes fall shut with one final, quieter, elongated moan.

The last remaining student of the coach, another girl, simply looks down at the wreckage of her mentor in awe as the other two leave her behind. After taking it in for a moment, she gathers herself and giggles, quickly dropping to her knees beside the coach and pulling out a small makeup/mirror kit from her back pocket.

"Don't worry coach!" She exclaims, happily. "I'll help you get some cock for yourself!"

Despite the coach's feeble protests, her student is easily able to get her mentor all dolled up in makeup. A handful of times during the makeover, the coach tries weakly to rise and stop her student, but all it takes is a "hush, now" or "shhhhh" and a handful of rubs to her pussy to make her cum and get her docile again. She seems really sensitive....

By the end, when she's all prettied up, she's cum so many times that she's basically just gibbering out sounds. She's also sunken deeper from her sitting position leaning against the outside of the ring, to where she's basically lying down with her arms out at her sides and just her head propped up against the ring, eyes shut and open lips moving gently with each deep outward breath.

The last student giggles again, and springs up to her feet. "There you go!" She says. "Now go get yourself some cock or something, you washed-up loser."

With that, she laughs and heads off out of the Arena tent, leaving her former coach behind. W-woah, that was pretty wild.... s-so is sex a part of fighting now, then? It seems pretty dirty, but you have seen it be pretty effective in here.... Nora's against it though, isn't she? That's what it felt like, when she talked to you after the Mallowen/Hatzinbobber fight. Still, you can't help but feel that the strategy around here is changing after that Hatzinbobber fight....

You raise your head just a bit from behind the chair to get a good look at the coach, all laid-out as they left her and not quite ready to get up yet. She's really out of it.... a-also, maybe this is just you, but she sort of just looks the same amount of pretty as she did before. Like, you can tell there's makeup, and she still looks very beautiful and everything, but it seems more like it's something different than that it's something better or anything. Anyway, the second year seemed pleased about it, so maybe the coach will be too, when her mind comes back to her.