Sparring with Maki (2)

The duo were silently walking to a training ground far from the main complex. Maki had recovered from her humiliation and was now mentally preparing herself for her fight.

Meanwhile Keito thought of every suggestion she was under. Frustration after losing, frustration = arousal, unable to win, unaware, trigger.

When he was fighting her, it would be impossible for her to notice anything weird he was doing to her. That was something he wanted to try out.

He had confirmed that Gojo wasn't here tonight, probably on a mission somewhere in Japan. There were of course other members of staff present, but he wouldn't be so relaxed if Gojo was around.

"Let's make the rules simple : Win by K.O., surrender, or if one of us can't fight anymore. Okay?" He proposed, watching the stars above their heads. He had always been drawn to the sight. She nodded and breathed.

Facing him, Maki adopted a new stance different than the last time. Her right foot was put forward, and she held her hands in front of her, with the palms facing him.

Facing her, Keito stood with his hands in his pockets. Knowing that she wasn't capable of winning really did lower the stakes quite a bit.

It was a given judging from her stance, but she was waiting for him to make the first move. Unlike last time, she wasn't as confident and haughty when fighting.

He supposed he could humor her since he was going to win anyway. Rushing forwards, he threw a kick at her right leg as fast as he could.

The kick grazed her but she dodged it by jumping over it. He half-expected her to face-plant or something similar, so he was wholeheartedly surprised when she cleanly kicked him in the face.

He flew out and landed ten meters away, on top of the wet grass. It had been raining all day before Nobara and he got into his room.

He wiped the blood that leaked out of his nose and stood up, confused. He couldn't properly breath through his nose. She was supposed to be incapable of winning. Yet that kick looked like it wasn't weaker even by a tiny margin.

Did she interpret the suggestion in her own way, such as he'll always have the mental high ground over her, yet remain behind physically in a fight? No, that would be too far-fetched.

'It's fine, it's just minor damage. She will put up a fight, but the end result won't change.' He thought, blocking the next punch that came his way with his forearm.

With a minor application of his Cursed Technique, he made the skin of his forearm extremely hot and she pulled back in pain, creating an opening that he didn't hesitate to exploit.

Kicking her in the sternum, he watched with satisfaction as she got the wind knocked out of her. Before he could follow through, she jumped back to catch her breath.

She played back the memories, but at no point did they ban Cursed Techniques. So she couldn't even complain without passing off as either weak or as a sore loser, maybe even both.

They both rushed towards each other at the same time. Keito tried to punch her in the face but she leaned forwards and ducked under the blow, tackling him to the ground. It was his turn to have the breath knocked out of him.

She punched him once, twice, but he twisted his head to the right and dodged the third one. He grabbed her neck and squeezed, but she managed to pry his hands off of her. A headbutt followed, and Keito started to see stars spinning above his head. Why hadn't she lost yet?!

As she went for the last blow that would end the fight, Maki felt the strength in her body leaving her at once. Keito took advantage of this opportunity, and pushed her aside. He punched her in the face.

Once, twice, thrice; he kept going until she was motionless beneath him. She wasn't knocked out, but she was so dazed and out of it that she was barely hanging to the thread of consciousness. Her face was covered in blood.

Acting quickly, Keito brought down his pants and his boxers and revealed his cock. He was already half-hard from beating up Maki, and the cool night breeze on his dick gave him goosebumps.

He grabbed her thighs. They were massive and smooth, and he dug his fingernails into them. While he had nothing but fondness for Nobara, he utterly despised Maki.

He wrapped her thighs around his cock, moaning at the sensation. He started to slowly thrust in and out, using her thighs as a sandwich. Seeing that Maki wasn't thrashing around like a wild animal, the suggestion not to notice anything weird must be fully implemented.

He picked up the face, and soon he was going at a steady pace while fucking her thighs. The Zenin was still groaning on the ground, half out of it.

Skin against skin, his cock throbbed and he could tell that he was very close to climaxing. Before he could ejaculate his load over her uniform, he pulled back and let go of her thighs.

He stood up and started jacking off intensely as he brought himself closer to her face. Lowering himself above her face, he masturbated as fast as he could until he blew his load.

The white, hot, gooey substance splattered across her face, sticking to her lips, her glasses and her hair. Keito waited until the last drop of his semen leaked out, landing on top of her nose, before he sighed and relaxed.

"Chew on that, you dumb bitch." He said, bringing up his pants and boxers. It sounded cool in his head, but the fact that he spoke weirdly because of his nose injury killed that vibe pretty quickly. He walked away, leaving her alone and covered in cum in the middle of the night, under the moonrays.

Of course, Maki felt humiliated. She lost, once more. But what did she find really humiliating? It was that she felt incredibly aroused and frustrated by the whole situation.