Battle of Osaka

"For the people of Osaka, a cold winter has passed. Now, what's flashing by outside the window is the beauty of early spring. People are out enjoying the spring scenery with their families, and the setting sun is such a beautiful sight. What do you think, Sherry?" It was the evening of the second day. The talent scout, who had arrived as promised, took me to her sports car, and we sped along the highway. As she drove fast, she casually sighed,
"Boring." I sat in the front seat, looking out the window, trying to remember the route we had taken, and didn't want to respond to her. Tonight, if nothing unexpected happened, should be my first battle in the underground arena. Even though I'm usually aloof, I felt a bit nervous and excited.
The car didn't drive for long on the highway before turning onto a side road and arriving at a cluster of buildings. If no one had told me this... "If this were an underground fighting arena in Osaka, I would definitely think it was a place for rich people to play golf or something similar. But here, nestled against the mountains and by the water, the scenery is beautiful, completely devoid of any bloodshed or violence." The talent scout explained as he led me into the central building. After descending a flight of stairs, the space suddenly opened up before me, and I rarely showed such surprise. What appeared before me was less like a fighting ring and more like a vast sports field. The ring itself was nearly a hundred square meters, and surrounding it were tiered seating for over a thousand people, yet it was completely hidden away. "This is underground! This is unheard of!" the talent scout whispered in my ear. "Our boss would like to speak with you first. Why don't we go over there?" He led me into a room diagonally above the arena.
The room was luxuriously furnished but empty. The talent scout walked to a round table in the center of the room, picked up a cell phone, whispered a few words, and then handed it to me. "Ms. Sherry? Thank you for coming." A monotone electronic voice came from the phone. I couldn't help but snort, "You scoundrel." "Well, there's no way around it. For someone like me who's in the underground business, these are necessary means of self-protection. Let's not talk about that. Let's discuss our agreement: Tonight's second match will be yours. If you can defeat your opponent, you can become our resident gladiator, and we will protect you." "It's safe, and we'll reward you for every victory you win." "When does the match start?" I didn't want to waste time arguing with him. "The match will start after dark. You're the second fighter." I didn't answer, tacitly agreeing.
Darkness fell quickly, and soon the empty stands I'd arrived in were filled. The talent scout and I sat in the VIP room. I looked at the match list in my hand and asked, "The first match is..." Lintia vs. Black Wolf. Lintia must be a female fighter's name. Are there often mixed-gender matches here? The talent scout sitting next to me whispered, "Yes, we often arrange mixed-gender matches here. Many very strong female fighters choose to come and fight here. You see, many women in the audience are fans of these female fighters. For example, Lintia has achieved a fifteen-fight winning streak here. Her requirement is that she only fights male fighters. Many people come specifically to see her." As they spoke, the audience seats went dark, leaving only the brightest lights shining on the ring. The two fighters entered one after the other.
Black Wolf was a middle-aged man with dark skin and eight clearly defined muscles, making him very muscular. However, he appeared extremely cautious at the moment. His opponent, Lin, was completely different from the average fighter. Long pink hair cascaded down her delicate face. Although she had a youthful face, she possessed an extremely voluptuous figure. Her full breasts seemed to burst out of her blood-red cheongsam. The seams on the sides of the cheongsam ripped all the way up to her thighs, revealing her panties tied with only a single strap. Although her legs were not long, they were slender enough to be grasped in one hand. She wore black high-tops on her legs. Wearing stockings and high heels, she was the woman every man dreamed of. Although she didn't look like a strong fighter, her previous fifteen-game winning streak was not to be underestimated. "Ding-a-ling!" A bell rang, starting today's match.
Black Wolf was clearly afraid of his opponent. He didn't dare to attack and instead chose to stand still in a standard defensive stance. No matter which direction Rose attacked from, she would be met with a fierce counterattack. "This match might be very intense," I thought to myself.
But the reality surprised me. Facing a completely defensive opponent, she didn't choose to attack forward but instead took a step back and quickly stepped onto the rope. She leaped towards her opponent with incredible speed, reaching him in an instant. Black Wolf was clearly unsure how to react. Facing his enemy, he tried to dodge, but Lin's speed far exceeded his expectations. He only had time to take one step before the flying rose was already above his head. Lin, seemingly experienced, spread her legs and landed on Black Wolf's head, successfully straddling him. Using the momentum, she slammed the man beneath her onto the ground, giving Black Wolf no time to react. She then tightened her thighs, cutting off his breathing. Black Wolf
was stunned by her rapid movements. By the time he realized what was happening, his opponent was already... It exerted direct pressure on him; his opponent's black-stockinged thighs clamped tightly around his neck like a predatory python. He reached for the thighs around his neck, trying to pull them away, but found the black stockings extremely smooth, making it almost impossible for his hands to gain any leverage. As his breathing stopped, his resistance grew weaker and weaker. The audience, watching clearly on the high-definition screen above the ring, erupted in cheers of victory.
Faced with his powerless opponent, Lin didn't choose to KO him directly, but slowly released his thighs. At this moment, the dazed Black Wolf hurriedly began to breathe, but he had only inhaled half a breath of fresh air... The thighs clamped around his neck tightened further, suffocating him. This time, Lin chose to tighten her thighs even more. Black Wolf's face turned bright red, and he appeared dazed. Lin looked at his face and released his thighs. Her hands went under Black Wolf's armpits and pressed down on his hands. Her feet slowly pulled down his shorts, exposing his penis to everyone.
She didn't choose to stomp on it directly, but turned her feet around and slowly rubbed her two small feet, which were exposed on the outside of her high heels, against her extremely smooth black stockings. The man beneath her feet was powerless to resist. As his penis slowly became engorged and swollen, she changed her position again, using the long heels of her high heels to poke Black Wolf's penis. With such violent foot fetish, Black Wolf surrendered his dignity without resistance, helplessly ejaculating.
The applause and cheers from the audience were deafening until Lin released his hold on Black Wolf, slowly stood up, and announced the match. Only then did the noise gradually subside. At this moment, some voluptuous cheerleaders appeared on the stage and began to dance.
The talent scout glanced at me and asked, "Next is your match. What kind of combat outfit would you like? The clothes in our changing room should meet your needs." "No need," I replied, taking the bag I had brought with me and going inside. I quickly changed.
"Another maid outfit. Your outfit is quite unique." The talent scout sighed and said, "Yes, I'm wearing a black and white maid outfit again. The only difference from last night is that I'm wearing a pair of snow-white latex boots. These are something I prepared in advance for tonight. Wearing them will make it much easier to show off my leg skills." Although I was confident in this fight, my opponent was not someone those delinquents could compare to. Maintaining sufficient caution was a lesson I learned when I was twelve.
As the lights went out again, I walked to the entrance of the ring. Walking forward through the dark entrance, the desire inherited from my blood made my pupils turn blood red. One more step and I would be in the ring. My opponent was already on the ring, swaggering around. He was a strong young man. His muscular physique was formidable; the force of his punches seemed to ripple through the air. But I paid him no heed. He flipped and leaped onto the ring, standing before me.
He seemed unconcerned, standing defenselessly before me, a head taller than me, looking down at me. I looked into his eyes, and to my surprise, he felt no threat whatsoever, brazenly staring at my chest. Without hesitation, I took a step forward. Instantly, what he saw changed from my chest to my contemptuous face. He seemed startled, immediately stepping back to create distance. Then the bell rang, signaling the start of the match.
He seemed impatient to defeat me to achieve his twisted goal, throwing a straight punch at me. I immediately grabbed his fist, slid behind him, and kicked him hard in the back with my right foot. "Slow," I coldly commented. I lunged forward again, pressing close to his back. He hurriedly turned around, meeting my cold face. He was clearly startled. I didn't attack, but waited for him to recover before stepping back to dodge his punch. A wave of disappointment washed over me. I had thought I would have an evenly matched opponent, but this person was clearly not on the same level as me. "Let's finish this quickly," my sadistic urges compelled me.
"It's starting," I warned, watching him frantically raise his arms to block. Without hesitation, I kicked him in the stomach, giving him no time to react. His shoulder was hit again. At this point, his defense was nothing to me. "It's dispensable," I said, pulling my right leg back and kicking out again, striking his shin squarely. With enough power, I could shatter the wooden stake. If he hadn't possessed the resilience to withstand long-term blows, he would have been sent flying long ago. But this kick to his shin disrupted his balance. Although he appeared to be standing, he was completely under my control. This was the advantage of long boots; while not as elegant as princess shoes, they were indispensable for my high-speed flying kicks. With a cold snort, I kicked him in the stomach. His body folded up like a shrimp. I looked at his face, contorted in pain, and unleashed the special technique I mastered at sixteen. My legs flew through the air, striking his face and body repeatedly, like a lotus leaf being battered by a storm. With the final blow to his neck, he lost the ability to resist in intense pain. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea: I turned around and let my... His black underwear made heavy contact with his face, sending him flying backward and crashing to the ground. The audience erupted in cheers, shouting my name. Amidst this tidal wave of jubilation, I slowly walked towards my fallen opponent.
"Hehehehe," I chuckled coldly, as if looking at a delicious meal. I removed my boots, revealing my small, black feet. My feet were beautifully shaped; even in thick socks, they aroused my opponent's desire. Standing before him, I stomped my right foot down forcefully. His body contorted. I seized the opportunity, grabbing his involuntarily raised legs, and relentlessly ground my right foot into his genitals. This was the "electric massage" commonly used in intercourse, but at this moment, my foot displayed a violent beauty.
Faced with such intense stimulation, he raised his arms, but whether unwilling to relinquish the pleasure or simply too weak to move, it was unclear. Without grabbing my leg, I was confident that no normal man could control himself at this moment. In less than two minutes, his lower body was trembling uncontrollably, clearly having ejaculated. I wasn't going to let him off so easily. I withdrew my right foot, lifted my left foot, and stepped on his testicles, then rubbed upwards along his already hard, steel-like rod. I pulled back and continued the previous action. The rough fibers of my socks rubbing against his pants made a rustling sound, further unsettling him. At this moment, his hand grabbed my calf, a pleading look on his face, and he slowly shook his head. "What's wrong? Where's your earlier bravado?" I mocked, kicking his hand away and continuing to rub forcefully. He was powerless to resist my onslaught and could only shake his head, letting me reignite his desire. My foot moved faster and faster, watching his penis bend towards his body. I knew it was about time, and I rubbed it one last time with force. I kicked forward with my foot, as if flipping a switch. "Shoot it out!" His face was flushed, and
his body convulsed again, releasing his life essence. But my sadistic desires hadn't subsided. I looked at him lying on the ground, his eyes closed and his face red, and didn't put my foot down. Instead, I stepped on his penis, pressing it down like a trampling machine. He suffered this pain and opened his eyes again, his face filled with despair. "Defeated. You can't do anything wrong to your opponent. With your level of resistance... do you want to do it again, you pervert?" I sat down on the spot and stretched out my right foot, stepping on his already faded shorts again. His penis was swollen as if it was about to break free from his crotch.
This time, I didn't choose any fancy moves, but simply squeezed his genitals. His body was already weak from ejaculating too much, and with my legs held, he could only tremble helplessly. "Just now..." "In less than five minutes, I've already made you come twice. So, how long will this last?" His penis was perfectly hard, satisfying my sadistic pleasure. Physical training alone wasn't enough for me. I squeezed his body while verbally humiliating him. "You know, of all the people I've met, you're the worst. Even those delinquents wandering the streets of Osaka are better than you in my eyes." "Do you know why I use foot techniques? Because it makes the opponent feel humiliated, but you can even ejaculate like that... You're the most incompetent pervert." Under my relentless verbal onslaught, he finally surrendered again, ejaculating a white, cloudy liquid. This time, his ejaculation volume far exceeded the previous amount, even staining my socks with white liquid. But I didn't stop, letting him continue to ejaculate. Finally... A crimson stain appeared on his trousers. Looking at his face, he was already unconscious, a trace of white foam at the corner of his mouth. I was intoxicated by the pleasure, wiping his face with my foot. Amidst the cheers of the audience, I jumped off the stage, boots in hand.
The talent scout, who had been waiting below, handed me my sneakers and led me back to the lounge. Just then, the phone rang again. The talent scout answered, spoke a few words in a low voice, and handed me the phone, silently leaving the room. I picked up the phone and heard that annoying synthesized voice again: "I never expected to meet someone in Osaka with the same bloodshot eyes as Kitagawa Ikeda. You know, only his direct descendants in this world would show such eyes when they are bloodthirsty. What is your relationship with him? Let me think... you must be his only daughter. Now everyone thinks you're dead. Tell me, what should I do with you?" My body... A chill ran through me, as if I no longer belonged to fear; it gripped my throat, rendering me speechless. He paused, then continued, "However, I still choose to protect you. You know, your father was a star in the gladiator arena when he was young. Although he didn't end up on the same path as me, he helped me a lot. Since his bloodline still lives on, I can't thwart his last wish. Here's what we'll do, Sherry: I promise you, if you can win 50 consecutive matches here and break your father's record, I'll tell you the whereabouts of your father's killer. Remember, never show your bloodshot eyes again." He hung up the phone. It felt
as if the blood in my body had returned to my heart. Sitting in the luxurious yet empty lounge, my father's face reappeared before me, and my eyes gradually welled up with tears…
[The End]

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