First battle

"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 remarked,

"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 hadn't been on the highway for long before turning onto a side road. Upon arriving at the complex of buildings, if no one had told me this was Osaka's underground fighting arena, I would have assumed it was a place for the wealthy to play golf or something similar. Nestled amidst mountains and water, the scenery was beautiful, completely devoid of any bloodshed or violence. "Unbelievable, isn't it? Every fighter who comes here for the first time feels the same way. This is both an underground fighting arena and a relaxing resort. This saves costs and promotes both simultaneously. Our boss is very shrewd," 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, unusually, showed a look of surprise. What lay before me was less like a fighting ring and more like a grand sports complex. The arena, nearly a hundred square meters in size, and the surrounding seating area for over a thousand people, were completely hidden underground—something I'd never heard of before. "Our boss would like to speak with you first, perhaps we should go over there?" the talent scout whispered in my ear, leading me into a room diagonally above the arena.

The room was luxuriously furnished but empty. The 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 scoff. "Corrupt coward." "Well, there's nothing I can do. For someone like me in the underground business, these are necessary means of self-protection." "That's enough. Let's talk about our agreement: Tonight's second match will be yours. If you can defeat your opponent, you can become our resident gladiator. We will protect your safety, and we will reward you for every victory you win in subsequent matches." "When does the match start?" I didn't want to waste time talking to him. "The match will start after dark. You are the second fighter." I didn't answer, tacitly agreeing with his statement.

It got dark quickly, and soon the empty stands where I had arrived were filled with people. The talent scout and I sat in the VIP room we had been in before. I looked at the match list in my hand and asked, "The first match is Lintia vs. Black Wolf." Lintia should be a female fighter's name, right? Are there often male-female matches here? "The talent scout sitting next to me answered in a low voice, "Yes, we often arrange male-female matches here. Many very strong female fighters choose to come here to gladiate. You see, many women in the stands are fans of these female gladiators." For example, Lincia has achieved a fifteen-fight winning streak here. Her requirement for us is to only fight male fighters. Many people come specifically to see her. "As she spoke, the audience seats darkened, and only the brightest lights shone 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. He was very strong, but at this moment he seemed very cautious. His opponent, Lin, was completely different from the normal fighters. Her long pink hair was draped over her delicate face. Although she had a young face, she had an extremely proud figure. Her full breasts almost burst out of her blood-red cheongsam. The seams on both sides of the cheongsam tore all the way to her thighs, revealing her panties tied with only a belt. Although her legs were not long, they were slender enough to be grasped in one hand. She wore black thigh-high stockings. She wore high heels on her socks, making her the woman every man dreams 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 lunged at her opponent with incredible speed; in a split second, she was already in front of him. 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 seemed extremely experienced; she spread her legs and landed on Black Wolf's head, successfully straddling him. Using the momentum, she slammed the man beneath her legs heavily to the ground, giving Black Wolf no time to react. She then tightened her thighs, cutting off his breath.

Black Wolf was stunned by her rapid movements. By the time he realized what was happening, his opponent was already... He achieved a direct pincer movement, the black-stockinged thighs clamping 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; his hands could barely grip them. As his breathing stopped, his resistance grew weaker and weaker. The audience, watching everything 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 grip. The dazed Black Wolf hurriedly began to breathe, but only after inhaling half a breath of fresh air... The thighs 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 instead turned her feet 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 at Black Wolf's glans. 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, thank you." I took the bag I had brought with me and went inside. I changed in no time.

"Another maid outfit? Your outfit is quite unique." "The talent scout sighed helplessly. Yes, I put on a black and white maid outfit again. The only difference from last night was that I wore a pair of snow-white latex boots. These were something I had prepared in advance for tonight. Wearing them made it much easier to show off my leg skills. Although I was full of confidence in this fight, my opponent was not comparable to those delinquents. Maintaining sufficient caution was a lesson I learned when I was twelve.

As the lights went out again, I walked onto the entrance to 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 on the ring. My opponent was already on the ring, swaggering around. He was a strong and muscular man." The boy's 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. Just 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 already useless against me. But I pulled my right leg back and kicked out again, striking his shin squarely. With my leg strength, I could shatter the wooden stake. If it weren't for his long-standing resilience, he would have been sent flying long ago. But this kick to his shin broke his balance. Although he appeared to be standing, he was completely under my control. This is the advantage of long boots; while not as elegant as princess shoes, they are indispensable for my high-speed flying kicks. I let out a cold snort and kicked him in the stomach. His body folded like a shrimp. I looked at his face, contorted in pain, and unleashed the special technique I mastered at sixteen. My legs continued to kick through the air, striking his face and body repeatedly, like a lotus leaf being repeatedly battered in 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... The 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 the tidal wave of applause, 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, he didn't. 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 pulled back 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 previous momentum?" 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 almost time, and I rubbed my foot one last time with force. A forward kick seemed to flip a switch. "Shoot it out!" His face flushed red, his body convulsed again, and he ejaculated his life essence.

But my sadistic desires hadn't subsided. I looked at him lying on the ground, eyes closed, face flushed, and didn't put my foot down. Instead, I stepped on his penis, pressing it down like a trampling machine. Suffering this pain, he opened his eyes again, his face filled with despair. "Defeated. No matter how you treat your opponent, it's not too much. With your level of resistance... do you want to do it again? 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, if you hadn't..." "You've already come twice in five minutes. So, how long will this last?" His penis was perfectly hard, satisfying my sadistic pleasure. Physical training alone wasn't enough. 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. A 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, whispered a few words, 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 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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