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With a running tackle, I ducked under Haruka’s swing. Somewhere in my bones, I knew what was coming next— Haruka and I had been sparring for ages, and now, for the first time, everything seemed to lock into place.

Haruka saw me going low, lunging for a takedown. Her weight shifted. She reeled back one leg, preparing to ram her knee into my face. How many of our sparring sessions had ended like this?

I couldn’t pin down the number. But whatever its was, it was enough. I could envision each and every one of those defeats with my eyes closed. And for once, I knew exactly what to do about it.

At the last second, I wrenched my body. Haruka’s knee grazed against my cheekbone, but I stayed the course, grappling her hips, sweeping her knee, and throwing her to the ground. Haruka’s muscular back slammed into the mat. The thud echoed throughout the gym, before giving way to the sound of our heavy gasps for air.

“I did it,” I muttered. “I won.”

It took Haruka a few moments to register. “God damn. You finally did.”

“You know what that means.”

I half-expected Haruka to protest, but she just flashed a toothy grin. “I sure do. Took you long enough.”

If I could beat her in a proper spar, her body would be mine. That was the wager.

I threw off my gloves, tore off her sports bra and freed her tits, covered in a fine layer of sweat. While sucking at her nipples and savoring the taste, I thrust my hand into her panties and grabbed her snatch

A slight moan escaped Haruka’s lips, but she caught herself. “Come on, are you gonna make me wait another year?”

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to enjoy this while you can.” A callous grin.

From beneath me, I could feel an aroused shudder run through Haruka’s body. She reached up and pulled down my pants, wrapping her fingers around my throbbing manhood and pumping it as she spoke. “And why’s that? What’s gonna happen to me?”

I ripped her panties off, snapping the threads and tossing the pieces to the side. Without missing a beat, Haruka lined up my cockhead to her pussy lips. I pushed her hand off my dick and ran her through. “You’ll find out.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Haruka’s pussy welcomed my dick with a shiver. Her Kegel muscles wrapped lovingly around my shaft, reluctant to let go as I began fucking her. For a split second, it felt good to dominate her, to know that she was my toy. But her cocky grin begged to disagree.

I slapped her across the face. “What are you laughing about?”

“You, bitch,” she said. “All that work and you’re just gonna be my vibrator with legs?”

That woke up something in me, the competitive instinct I’d cultivated over the course of the past year for the sole purpose of taking her down. I didn't just want to win, I didn’t just want to dominate her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to break her. I wanted to wipe that grin off her face.

I grabbed her muscular, meaty thighs and pulled her legs up in a mating press, and I pounded her. I grabbed her hair in fistfuls and used it as leverage. I slammed my hips into hers, so loud the noise echoed through the gym.

I didn’t care how rough I was being— no, rather, the rougher the better.

Whenever Haruka mustered the will to flash a defiant, lustful smile, I punched her straight in the gut. When her cries and moans of sexual ecstasy got too loud, I backhanded her cheek as hard as I could— the thundering crack was music to my ears. But it didn’t shut her up.

Haruka’s first orgasm hit her harder than I did, reducing this muscle girl to a whining, moaning little slut. With each little sound that made it through her lips, I struck her, and she got off to it more, and more, extending her climax further with each blow.

But even so, that defiant spark remained in her eyes.

“Just skip to the good part already,” Haruka whispered. “My body is yours. Don’t make me fucking spell it out.”

She and I both knew this would only end one way. I held my forearm to her throat, and readied to seal her windpipe with all of my body weight. But before I did, I could see the raw elation in Haruka’s eyes. Around my dick, I could feel her pussy absolutely dripping with anticipation.

I stopped. “Beg me for it.”

“What the fuck?”

“Did I stutter?” I asked. “Beg me for it.”

“Seriously, just choke me out already. What the fuck are you doing” Haruka said.

“Doesn’t sound like begging to me. I waited a year, I don’t mind waiting a little more. I’m not moving a muscle until you tell me what you want.”

Panting and sweating, Haruka weighed her options. She could’ve tried fighting back, to force me to choke her. Maybe she could’ve tried egging me on more, but my stance was perfectly clear. In just seconds, her lust won out over any semblance of rationality.

“Choke me,” Haruka said.

"Not good enough. More.”

“Choke me to death.”

“Kind of a rude way to beg.”

“Please, choke me to death. Please,” she whined. “Please, I need it.”

I pressed my forearm against her neck, sealing her windpipe and pinning her to the mat. Whilst I fucked her, nice and slow, while her face was gradually turning a deeper and deeper crimson, I leaned in, just millimeters from her ear. “Just wanted to make something real clear. You’re not going to die as a martial artist. You're going to die as my painslut. Got it?”

With whatever sounds she could muster, Haruka whined in affirmation.

“Good.” And with that, all bets were off. I pounded her slit, harder, faster. Her vagina’s spasms were no less than a frenzy. I knew there and then I’d never forget the near-electric sensation of Haruka’s dying climax, as her whole body writhed beneath me, fueled by instinct and fatal lust.

I could feel the moment she died, the moment I flooded her insides with hot cum— in that instant, her body went limp. It was as if the burning sensation of my semen gave her permission to die.

Slowly, I pulled out of her corpse. Her body was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, covered in sweat, tears, squirt and semen. The muscles that I’d trained so hard to overcome were laid out, dead on the floor.

And finally, the look on her face had changed. Her face purple, her eyes rolled back, her mouth foaming at the corners of her upturned, delighted lips. It signaled that she was mine, and mine alone.


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Name: Ayako Toriumi
Age: 35
Characteristics: Your homeroom teacher. A cool beauty that many students look up to. A shameless painslut behind closed doors.
Setting: After snuffing several of your classmates, your school has decided to look into the disappearances of the female students. Your teacher, Toriumi-sensei, has figured you out… but she doesn’t want you to stop. She wants to be next.