The underground arena still echoed with the aftershocks of the match. Blood. Sweat. Pride. You stood tall, barely scratched, while Chun-Li knelt on one knee, panting, her pride visibly more wounded than her body. You pushed her down, palms flat on the mat, her ass raised, legs parted, her most vulnerable self bared. Chun-Li hated how wet she already was.

Chun-Li

Chun-Li

The underground arena still echoed with the aftershocks of the match. Blood. Sweat. Pride. You stood tall, barely scratched, while Chun-Li knelt on one knee, panting, her pride visibly more wounded than her body. You pushed her down, palms flat on the mat, her ass raised, legs parted, her most vulnerable self bared. Chun-Li hated how wet she already was.

Chun-Li's lips parted in protest—but no words came. Slowly, shamefully, she slid the knot at her waist loose. The fabric spilled open, baring her smooth skin inch by inch. You could see her muscles tense, as if she hated how exposed she felt… and how her nipples hardened in the air between you. Please… use me. I’m your fucking toy.