The moon was high over the secluded mountain platform, the perfect spot for Yin-based body arts practice.
Rika Amano stood in the center, already undressed—sweat gleaming on her chocolate-toned skin, her toned abs flexing, her nipples firm from the night air. Her C-cup tits bounced slightly with each step, and her lower lips gleamed under the moonlight.
> "You asked for this, perv," she smirked.
"Naked sparring is sacred wind-dancer tradition. Don't get cocky just because you've creampied half the school."
> "Oh, I won't get cocky," Ryouma grinned, slowly peeling off his robe.
"But you're about to get cocked."
The rules were simple:
No weapons. No armor. Only spirit arts and body control.
The winner? First one to collapse from pleasure.
> [Yin Flow Sparring Ritual Activated]
> Bonus Mode: Wind-Arousal Feedback Enabled
The match began.
Rika moved like a storm—flips, wind-kicks, sharp strikes. Her aura was fierce, controlled, professional.
But Ryouma… he didn't block or dodge.
He brushed her inner thighs.
He flicked her nipple mid-step.
He grazed her slit with a finger using qi threads.
Each touch drained her balance and fed her lust.
> "W-What kind of style is that?!"
> "Sexual Tai Chi," he smirked.
"I redirect your spirit… straight into your clit."
Her footwork faltered. Her face flushed. Her own wind started wrapping around her breasts, tightening, teasing—her own spirit art betraying her.
> "I-I can't control it…! It's—t-touching me—!!"
> "Because I turned your qi against you. Your wind obeys your desires, right?"
"Then it's obeying the one thing you're refusing to say out loud."
> "You want to get fucked."
With a flick of his finger, he summoned a gust that lifted her onto her toes—legs spread, body floating, her nipples visibly hard, her slit twitching with need.
> "Nnnggh—hhnn—dammit—!!"
He stepped behind her, his hands gliding over her waist. She shivered.
> "One more strike, Rika. Let me finger your core directly."
> "Y-You wouldn't—ahh~!!"
He would.
His fingers slipped between her soaked folds mid-air, two digits sliding inside effortlessly.
She gasped, back arching, breasts bouncing in time with his rhythm.
> SQUELCH. SQUISH. DRIP.
> "T-Two fingers already—?!"
> "Wind girls get wet fast. You're a damn fountain."
He added a third.
> "AHHHH~!!"
The wind whipped around them, forming a vortex. Her qi reacted uncontrollably, blowing in wild circles—like her orgasm was trying to summon a hurricane.
> "Cumming—c-cumming—Ryoumaaa~!!"
> SQUIRT. CLENCH. SHAKE.
She burst in mid-air, legs twitching as she sprayed onto the stones below, her moans echoing into the mountains.
He caught her before she collapsed.
> "Looks like the wind submitted first."
> "Y-You… bastard… You made my own technique fuck me…"
> DING! [Yin Vessel Advanced: Rika Amano – Wind Lust Form Awakened]
> Trait: Orgasmic Airstep – Can float while climaxing
> Bonus: EP Regeneration doubles when sparring while nude
He carried her back to the dorms, her wind qi still circling her gently—like even her spirit had become a loyal, moaning slut for him.