College Sexfight Adventure: Ch. 01

Disclaimer:

This is smut, so I don't have to tell you that some of the behavior here is problematic when imitated in real life, but I will anyways coz some of y'all stupid. All characters are above the age of 18 and if you have a problem with some of the fetishes in the categories, please avoid reading this. Thank you.

Story:

Have you ever just looked at someone gorgeous enough to take your breath away and thought "That girl could totally kick my ass"?

Well I do, every time. Since the "events" of last week, everytime I look at a woman, I don't just think about her tits, her ass or her thighs like your regular incel, I think about being smothered by her boobs or being stuck in a facesit or getting my head crushed between her thighs. I need Jesus! (And no, I don't mean Jesus Fernandez the janitor!)

Another thing that changed since then is the way people around me behaved. I couldn't shake the feeling that people were talking about me behind my back and keeping tabs on me. Not a lot of people, but still. Even one was too many for the likes of me.

I was no longer a neutral observer in this gossip and drama infested college, I was now thrust into the raging storm. Although there were tonnes of juicier gossip material for the nobodies who indulged in such things to enjoy, I was a somebody now and I didn't know how to feel about that.

That slut Irene kept abusing her popularity to do whatever it is that popular girls do, as usual, but unlike before, when my eyes just happened to be staring at her fat ass or juicy tits or lethal legs, she actually caught me staring. She winked at me and showed me the universally acknowledged gesture of "shrimp dick" before she turned away and sticking her hand into her boyfriend's pants in class. She acknowledged my existence now and even that is something most men in this college would change their entire political ideology and beliefs, to experience.

My friends kept incessantly asking me about what happened to the point that I had to actively ignore them for a while. I wasn't a very good liar so they suspected that something at least had happened. I found out from them that the rumors about me were somehow being blown out of proportion.

Someone started the rumor that I like walking around naked in the dorms after midnight. Someone else claimed that I like to flash women in public and stalked Irene all the way to her house. As confused about all of this as I was, I was glad that the truth wasn't out.

One Friday afternoon in Soft-Skills class, I was blissfully staring out the window of the back seat, pretending to be an anime protagonist, when a piece of chalk, flying at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour hit me smack dab in the middle of my forehead, reflected off of it and killed a bird perched on a tree.

"Stand up you nonsense! What is- Why you do this huh?" came the voice of the angry professor. I did as I was told.

"How many times I have to tell you..." he went on for 15 minutes about the importance of education, how we're enjoying privileges people in some parts of africa don't have access to, yada yada.

"... I am a mirror, you good to me, I good to you"

If I was as ugly as him, I'd also choose to be the mirror and not the person looking into the mirror.

The rest of the class was just chilling. People at the back were playing Valorant, five people in the middle rows were asleep, two people were seriously listening to the lecture and were disappointed that it stopped.

One girl was definitely reading smut by hiding the book behind her laptop. It was one of those books which had a flower, a sword and a crown on the covers.

One girl hid her earphones in her hair and was listening to music. The others were either taking down notes or texting or playing hypercasual games to kill time.

"Since we gonna to do the debates, why don't we start with you." said professor.

"You, girl, get up" He said to the girl in the front row of the class. The water bottle on her desk had several rainbow stickers, a BLM sticker and a dew others that I didn't even recognize. Fat black square glasses rested on her cute nose, she wore her auburn hair in plaits on either side of her head. She stood at about 5'4. Her baggy lavender sweater that had daisies drawn on them and black cargo pants didn't reveal much of her body. She seemed startled when she was called.

"Your topic is: should female athletes get the same amount of pay as male athletes? You, girl, will be for" said the professor "You may begin"

Oh boy, I ain't no mind reader, but judging from what she was wearing and the way she looked at me as soon as the question was asked, I had a feeling she had some strong opinions about this.

I opened my mouth to start off with my argument "Good morning class, I would like to begin by pointing out that... " I talked about how men and women are different in many aspects and that people like to watch men's sports more than women's sports in general, until I was cut off.

"Don't you think that maybe that's because women have been historically oppressed and one form of such oppression was not allowing women avenues to participate in sports due to sexism?"

"Umm, Professor, I wasn't done with my argument-"

"People often cite that women are inferior to men in terms of physical prowess, but in 1985, Agatha Karloff and Helene Steinbeck won silver and bronze respectively in the 400m during the Olympics that year. After that year, women were banned from competing alongside men. What do you say to that?"

"That's fine and all, but-"

"Even though women, who were traditionally not allowed to play sports for centuries before the men began to play sports, at least in western civilization, I'm not too sure about the others, a woman was able to win the bronze, so what does that tell us?"

I said nothing. I didn't wanna misjudge a rhetorical question and be rudely interrupted like before, but it seemed that this time, she was waiting for my answer. The professor was sitting in his chair and looking at his phone now, disinterested in what was going on in class.

"Well, like I was trying to say earlier, I have no idea of knowing if what you're saying is the truth, but even if it is, how does that matter? People get paid for how much money they bring in through viewership, even if the women are better than men, which they are not, if no one watches women's sports, it's not fair to expect women to get paid as much as the men"

She was starting to glare at me. I could tell she wanted to hit me. She gave me the kind of stare someone who has judged me to be a chauvinist pig would "And what of the U. S. Women's Football team then? By football, I mean the real football, what dumb Americans call Soccer. They are the best team in the world, Olympic gold winners, have much higher viewership than the U. S. mens team who are not even in the top 100, yet the men still get paid more. What do you have to say to that?"

"I-"

"Come on, say something! Or have you been so blinded by sexism that you can't see reason even if it's a Ferrari or Ronaldo or whatever dumb shit it is that you boys like"

"What's with you asking questions and not letting people answer?"

"What's with you being a disgusting chauvinist pig?"

"Stop! You are deviation from topic! Very bad!" the professor tried to interrupt, suddenly bored of killing time it would appear.

But the two of us couldn't hear the professor, in fact, the rest of the room was starting to fade from vision. Kinda like portrait mode in iphones. All I could see was her making stupid emotional arguments and calling it logical. The professor also went on with the class after kicking us out. We still "debated".

"Doctor Who did not have to have a woman protagonist! There's no reason to expect that! Are you stupid?"

"Why? because only men can be smart, capable and have adventure across space and time? I bet women are second class citizens to you huh? If it was up to you, I'm sure you'd have women crawl on all fours shaking their barely covered asses while being toed to leashes! You sick pervert! That's what you get when you have dick for brains"

The class was done. People slowly walked out of class in groups and headed to their dorms. The professor walked out five minutes later with a bunch of ass kissers doing what they're known for. We still "debated". Our voices got louder as time passed. The veins on her neck and forehead bulged visibly as she yelled.

"Nana is better than One Piece and you know it!"

"Wow! You did not just say that you dumb fucking slut!"

"Yes I did you chauvinist incel with a hand for his girlfriend!"

"Judging by the way you dress it doesn't look like you have a boyfriend either!"

She stared at me, mouth open, eyes wide "What's wrong with my dress? I'm single by choice! I could easily be an only fans thot if i wanted to!"

"Oh? So now you're against sex work? After all this talk about empowering women?"

"I never said I was! you used micro-sized condom!"

After a while, the topic somehow shifted to education and that's when I remembered that we were standing outside class. It would seem that we both realized it at the same time. We went in, packed our bags and left class at almost the same time.

For a brief moment, there was silence. My mind was too busy trying to concoct humiliating comebacks to what she said earlier to enjoy it. She pissed me off so much, I couldn't stop thinking about her. The silence lasted longer than I wanted it to and it seemed that the argument was over. But for some reason I couldn't comprehend, I wanted to continue arguing with her. I wanted to humiliate her with my facts and logic!

I turned to look at her. She caught me looking. She had a surprised expression on her face and we both looked away at the same time. "What do I do?" I thought "how do I keep the conversation going?"

I saw a pencil lying on the ground. I picked it up and yelled "Hey bitch! Did you forget a pencil?"

She stopped in her tracks, turned and with an angry expression said "The fuck did you call me, pencil dick!"

I could've sworn I saw her smile for a fraction of a second before she donned her typical angry expression, must be my imagination.

"So it's not body shaming if a woman makes fun of a man's cock but it is if a man tells a fat woman she could lose a few pounds?"

"It is, but it's worse when a man say it to a woman!" she yelled back.

We walked down the stairs together while we still argued and walked out of the building, getting a few looks from people along the way. We passed the mathematics building, the physics building, the architecture building and made our way to the dorms, still arguing.

We then took a minute to watch the sunset. The sky turned a beautiful shade of orange and lavender. The evening star hung in the night sky as the cold wind blew. In the silence, I briefly noticed her smile.

I was momentarily stunned. It made her look like a completely different person. Did she actually look... I realized that I was staring at her with my mouth open and quickly turned away.

She was shuddering a little, so I took off my jacket and put it around her, she accepted it and said thanks in a quiet voice. After the moment was gone, we continued arguing.

We walked along the athletics track, then past a giant parking lot after which we were at the outskirts of the university. She got parched from arguing and tried to drink water, but her water bottle was empty. So was mine.

"You wanna go to a juice bar?" I asked.

"sure"

We went to a juice bar at the corner of Nolan Street and order some smoothies and sandwiches from the machine. As we waited for our food to arrive, there was a moment of silence.

We both spoke at the same time and then stopped and looked at each other.

She then spoke. "I was thinking, we could continue this after? I still am not done"

"I was thinking the same thing. I am not used to being so loud, my throat hurts"

Silence. We just sit there silently, looking everywhere else except for each other's eyes, until our eyes met. We kept looking at each other and somehow it became a staring contest.

She tried moving her eyebrows up and down in a funny way while still maintaining that stern face. I then let out a chuckle and then burst out laughing. She began laughing too. Her angry expression melted into one of smiles and warmth. We stopped laughing after everyone there started to look at us. We silently apologised and hid our faces. We then peeked at each other and began laughing again.

Now that I got a better look at her, she was actually kinda cute, in a nerdy way. Her smile radiated warmth and her eyes seemed to sparkle a little. This kinda reminded me of the time the Axis and Ally troops had a temporary ceasefire during WW 2 on Christmas Day. It was rather pleasant, seeing this side of her.

Our food arrived. I pointed out to the waiter that I liked my water without ice and with a metal straw and an umbrella in it, but ended up not doing anything about it coz why bother.

"Without ice? what are you? a weirdo?" she remarked, not with the argumentative tone we had earlier.

"Yeah, I'm just not a huge fan of it. It makes me sick for some reason"

"Speaking of ice, did you hear about the five billionaires that drowned in a submarine?" she said with a happy expression.

"Yeah, honestly fuck billionaires"

"I know right! they're the absolute worst!"

To my surprise, and maybe even to hers, we were having a normal conversation. Like two people who haven't imagined painful ways to hurt the other in their brains. What's more, I was even starting to not mind her company.

After we were done with the food, we continued to walk together. Eventually, there came a turn where we both had to go in opposite directions.

The idea of not being able to spend more time with her made me feel a kind of emptiness I couldn't put into words. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, even if it meant yelling at her at the top of my voice and being insulted in return.

I looked back for a second to see if mayhe she felt the same way and then quickly turned away, realising that if I show weakness, she'll destroy me with her venomous taunts.

"W-Where are you going!" she yelled from behind me.

I turned to look at her. "I'm going home, the fuck else would I go at this hour?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe to a brothel, or to kidnap and sexually assault single women when it's dark outside"

"Huh? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I stepped towards her aggressively.

For a brief second, a smile shone on her face, it was quickly replaced by a frown. Wait, you saw that right? Did that mean she didn't want to me to leave either? Was she happy that I wasn't going home and would spend more time arguing with her now instead? No, it can't be. Don't be stupid, that was probably her celebrating how much her remark annoyed me. Yeah, that's what it was! I'm sure!

"Stop reading so much smut you fake feminist!"

"Huh?" it was her turn to be offended now "the only thing fake here is your belief that mewing can save that god awful jawline of yours!"

I stopped mewing immediately. And like that, we continued walking. I didn't know where we were going, I just kept following her.

"Hah! I was gonna say that you're one to talk, considering how fake your boobs look, but now that I get a closer look at it, it doesn't look like you have anything there!"

"Huh? How dare you! Pervert!" she hugged her breasts with her hands and turned away from me "You were staring at my boobs! That's sexual assault! I'll call the police!" she ran a short distance away from me and kept walking

That really scared me for a second. She looked angry enough to actually do it. And yet, I was somehow more worried about letting her get the better of me in our banter.

"Oh yeah? Then you won't have a problem if I reveal all the man bashing you did online. Surely you don't have to worry about getting cancelled!"

She shushed me with a finger on her lips. "Shut the fuck up you ugly hollering orangutan! I live here!" she whispered "Can you behave like a normal human being for 2 seconds?" there was a different kind of intensity in her reprimand as she asked me to do that.

I followed her as she entered through the main door of the building, walk past the hallway with all the mailboxes on either side and then typed in the passcode to enter the actual residence. It was shaped like the lobby of a hotel, and on the left wing, she beckoned an elevator.

So this is where the rich kids live huh? Neat. I looked around.

"Get in loser, I don't have all day" she said from inside the elevator, holding the open door button.

I was so distracted by the glitz and glamour of the place that I forgot she was there.

"I didn't take you for a spoilt rich brat, you certainly don't look like you have money, or class for that matter, but I suppose it explains your sense of entitlement." I said in a lower voice than usual.

She pressed the fifth floor.

"What? How dare you call me a burgoise pig? I'm as much a proliteriat as anyone else!"

"I don't know what any of those rich people words mean."

"Ah yes, I forgot how much of a dunce you are. Well, I suppose it's a good thing that you're literate at least"

I simply scoffed at that remark.

The elevator rang and we had arrived at her floor. Her room was the second last one to the left from the end of the hall.

She lived in a fully furnished two bedroom room With a spacious living room and open kitchen. Sure was fancy. We sat facing each other in the dining table.

"Finally, I can get everything off my chest and say what I wanted to say!" she took a deep breath, cleared her throat and began to hurl the wildest accusations at me making some crazy assumptions about my character.

Naturally, I didn't just sit there taking it. We yelled at each other at the top of our voices, freely, without caring about what others would think. We argued more than couples who were on the brink of divorce. Mostly talking about the same points we had during class and on the way here, took short breaks to hurl insults and namecalling and then went back to arguing. We then decided to take a short water break. Without us realising, the needle of her wall clock had moved from 6:30pm to 9pm.

She asked me if I wanted a beverage and went into the kitchen to get us both some water. She came back with two pink hello kitty glasses. In mine, there was no ice, a metal straw and an umbrella in it. How did she know? wait... did she remember? from that time? that was almost... sweet of her.

She gulped down the entire glass and let out a sigh of satisfaction. I was done with mine too by then.

"Holy shit! it's 9!" she genuinely sounded surprised.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I barely felt time passing"

"You know what they say, time flies when you're enjoying" I teased.

"I guess beating you with sound logical arguments and watching you almost cry is almost as fun as beating you up physically" she smirked condescendingly.

"You're delusional if you think your arguments were logical. Do you honestly believe that a woman can beat a man in a fight?"

"So you're saying you'd totally kick Ronda Rousey's ass then?"

"That fact that you even bring this up indicates how dumb you are. Khabib, Connor McGregor or anyone who's a bottom tier male fighter, middle tier if we're being generous can absolutely demolish any female fighter who ever existed."

"Spoken like a true dunce. I suppose you've never heard of Khutulun then."

"The Mongol chick who beat a 100 guys in a wrestling match and took their horses? The great granddaughter of Genghis Khan? That's wildly exaggerated, even if it isn't, that's just like one exception"

"1000, and you think every man is tough as a UFC fighter? Sure, men get an advantage coz of testesterone, but any trained fighter can beat a regular man. Fewer women train than men because for years, women were bound by patriarchal norms that dictate how men and women should behave, they still are, and yet! despite all that, there are still women out there who are incredibly string and stronger than most men even though they aren't the strongest humans out there."

"That's a lot of ifs and maybes. And we're talking about professional athletes here, on average, you've got to accept that men are stronger than women"

"Fighting is not just about strength, but also skill and stamina. If a woman can simply endure for like five minutes, he'll run out of steam and she can beat a his ass. The reason this doesn't happen more often is more a psychological issue than a physical one. This is very likely to happen when both the man and woman are equally not experienced or aware if fighting techniques"

"That's bullshit! this isn't a video game! It's not possible because... because... it's a hypothetical scenario... there's no way to test it out!"

"Actually..." she said with an expression that showed that an idea was forming in her head, a devious and sadistic one "... there is! You look like you don't go to the gym either, you don't strike me as a runner. I've watched a lot of women's sports in an attempt to beat the get woke, go broke allegations. You're just as tall as me, maybe slightly taller. We have similar builds. If you don't have any health issues, I could kick your ass right here to prove my point! And that'll leave no room for argument"

"You're crazy" I scoffed "I'm not gonna hit a girl"

"Then let's wrestle! No punches, scatches, bites or kicks, one slam per match, we wrestle on our knees or standing. What do you say chauvinist pig?"

"What's gotten into you? Are you that desperate to be touched by a man?"

"I didn't think you'd be such a pussy. I never thought of you as a real man anyways, but you're not even cute enough to be a twink. You're just a fucking virgin loser whom no one will ever love"

Ouch. That struck a nerve. I've been insecure about this for a while now. I didn't say anything. Words couldn't convey what I wanted to say. I leered at her with fury. I'd never fifht a girl, but if there was ever someone who'd make me consider it, it was her.

"Let's do this bitch! 5 rounds! win by ko or submission!"

Her eyes glittered with opportunism... or something. "Now we're talking! I'll go get changed, we'll meet in the other room after I'm done setting up and changing."

"Fine!"

"Fine!" She went to her room room to get a change of clothes, and then headed to the other room.

Now wait just a minute! What the fuck just happene just now? Just when i was satisfied that I crossed the most important tging out of my bucket list, I'm getting a chance to do it again? With her?

"It's ready, you can come in!" she yelled from the other room.

The room was empty except for a giant blue mat that covered most of the floor. On the wall adjacent to the room's entrance was a window with plain grey blinds and on the small strip of floor that wasn't covered by a mat lay her clothes.

But that's not what I noticed first. My eyes grew wide and my mouth was open wide as I witnessed the breathtaking view before me.

As she stretched, my nerdy opponent revealed a slender hourglass shaped body with long legs and curves in all the right places. She wore a dark pink sports bra with dark violet stripes running horizontally across it, the bend in the lines highlighting the gentle curvature of her breasts which looked even bigger due to her almost flat belly.

The shoulder straps and lower straps met near her upper back and formed an X. Her lavender panties that had a cute ribbon tied to them at the front covered only half of her shapely ass.

Underneath all those baggy clothes, she was hiding a smoking hot body! She looked like a K-pop idol!

"Just as I thought" her voice shattered my reverie, she smirked "You're a virgin aren't you?"

"What does that have to do with anything!" I suddenly became defensive "With that shitty personality of yours, I bet even virgins would rather get their dicks sucked by vaccum cleaners!"

"You gonna stand there and keep yapping?" she said in an annoyed tone "... or are you gonna get in here and submit to me like a good boy?"

"Be careful what you wish for!" I take my shirt off, revealing my remarkably average body, followed by my pants and toss them to the side, close to where her clothes lay. For a second, it appeared as if her eyes went wide. I entered the mats and flexed my biceps in frint of her. She rolled her eyes.

We both got on our knees, facing each other. She had her hands raised to shoulder height and looked at me with an an arrogant expression, challenging me to a test of strength.

I decided to indulge her. We locked arms and began to push against each other. Her upper body strength was definitely greater than my previous opponent's, but not enough to get me too worked up. I used more strength and kept pushing forward, slowly moving her arms backwards until they were trapped in a hammerlock behind her back, trapping her in my embrace.

When she tried to push back to try and take me down, I twisted her arm further into the hammerlock. She let out a moan. Her confident expression disappeared and was replaced by one of intense exertion.

I had the upper hand now; if I simply hugged her tighter from this position, she'd be in a world of pain.

"So much for enduring for five minutes" I taunted "You can't even last 30 seconds against me, just admit it. Women are weaker, women can't fight"

"Oh yeah! I-" before she could say anything, I gave that hammerlock another yank, jerking her body closer to me "Aaaaaah!" she let out a pain-filled moan. She looked up began to breathe heavily.

This feeling of having absolute control over the woman who looked down on me as an intellectual and physical inferior was quite ... arousing!

With a smug expression on my face, I took a closer look at her. She looked right back at me, her brows furrowed, her teeth gritted. But slowly, as we kept looking at each other, her expression transformed into one I couldn't recognize. Our eyes met. The anger slowly melted away from her face and was replaced with ... a kind of longing.

I just realized how close our half-naked bodies were to each other. The smoothness of her pearl-white skin as it gently rubbed against mine, the tantalizing scent of her body that glistened with sweat and highlighted her splendid figure made my cock so hard that my speedo started to look like a tent.

She let out a small gasp as she felt it press against her. Her eyes looked down for a second and then looked at mine with more intensity, her breathing grew hastier.

Oh fuck! I guess she noticed my boner! What's she gonna say now? Unlike that weird slut Irene, this girl was normal (for the most part). How would she react? Would she get mad? Would she say I violated her consent? My brain started to think of worst case scenarios. I had to do something to cut this awkward tension.

"W-well, are you r-ready to give up? ... You weak bitch?" I interrupted

Her expression changed once again, like she got whiplash. "Huh?! Idiot! What the fuck is wrong with you? We were-, Why can't you-, Idiot!"

Her angry outburst seemed different from before. She never called me an idiot before, it sounded like she was genuinely upset with me this time. And that kinda made me feel guilty. I realized that despite all the things I said about her, I didn't want to upset her.

When she jerked her body back rapidly, I realized that at some point, my grip on the hammerlock had loosened slightly. My body fell on top of hers, making her let out another howl of pain, but this time, she looked like was determined to destroy me at any cost!

Before I could realize what she was doing, her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and began to squeeze tightly. She managed to wiggle herself out of the hammerlock after the third squeeze.

Fuck!

The bony part of her knees dug into my soft waist. I was in pain, but I didn't let go of the hands, I had them pinned to the mats for now. If I could get them back in a hammerlock in this position, she'd almost certainly tap! Her scissors were strong because of her shapely legs, but not strong enough to make me submit in a matter of seconds.

With a loud groan, she pushed her arms up against mine and even raised them off the mats for a second, but I pinned them back down to the mats. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.

She then pressed her hands firmly against the ground and twisted her hips, causing me to fall to my side. She then tried to push past my arms in an attempt to straddle me. She managed to push back quite a bit but no matter how hard she tried, I didn't let her overpower me since I discovered what she was planning. With a loud grunt I kept resisting.

We struggled to get on top of each other from that position. Due to my awkward position and her legs squeezing the life out of my waist, I wasn't able to push her back either. Her entire face was red from exertion. She knew that if she stopped struggling now, I'd have the upper hand, so she tried desperately to push with all her might. Even though her hands were stuck in place, her head pressed against my neck and her shoulders pressed against my chest.

Using the strength of her entire body, she managed to get on top of me and pin my arms over my head! I tried to thrust my hips up to try and get her off me. I suceeded in breaking her scissor hold. For a second, I was glad that the move worked, and then I realized that she broke the scissor hold on purpose for what she planned on doing next!

"Aaaargh!" I let out a scream as her legs interlocked with mine and began to stretch them out at an angle they couldn't be stretched. A surge of hot pain shot through the lower half of my body. Her plump breasts pressed against my face, my arms were pinned over my head and I couldn't even move because of the sharp pain. The bitch trapped me in a grapevine!

She then wrapped her arms around my face, making it very difficult for me to breathe. The fabric of her sports bra was moist from the sweat and clung to her skin, her erect nipples sometimes poking me as her chest undulated due to her heavy breathing.

I was panting heavily, there was very little air I could breathe in due her attempt to suffocate me. If this went on for longer, I would either have to submit or pass out!

And yet, all I could think about at that moment was how she smelled like a garden of ripe mulberries on a spring morning.

I closed my eyes and drank in her fragrance. My body stopped fighting her, my mind surrendered to the warmth of her supple skin pressing against mine. Despite the confusing flurry of pain and pleasure, my cock was fully hard once again. I wanted to submit to her.

"What's wrong little girl? All out of steam?" she said in the most condescending tone ever "What happened to all that nonsense about women not being able to beat men? Well, not that beating you would convince me of anything since I don't consider you a real man. Perverts like you should never be touched by a woman"

That fucking bitch! Who does she think she is! I'll show her!

Her annoying voice woke me up from my reverie. It reminded me of who exactly I was up against and why.

In a sudden burst of frustration, I kicked my legs out and quickly curled them insward again, breaking her grapevine. Surprised to see that work, I then crossed them so that she couldn't trap me in a grapevine again.

"What the f-"

With one leg touching the ground, I thrust my hips up with all my strength and managed to quickly get on top of her after shaking her off me. I then slid forward, my hard cock dragging against her midriff through my speedos, and got into a position where it would be hard for her to just displace me with a hip thrust. She tried to, but I pressed her body down firmly with my hips.

When she tried to wrap her arms around my neck, I was able to grab her wrists and pin her arms down too.

"Hehe, you're weak" I taunted with a mocking expression on my face.

Out of pure rage, she tried to power through and grab my neck. I let her push back against me to a certain extent so that with her body raised, I could trap her arms behind her in a hammerlock once again from that position.

"Nggh! Noooo! Not again! Fuck you! Aaaaaaarh!" she lost her cool and began yelling like a maniac.

"Awww? Is the spoilt rich girl mad? let me give you a hug" I trapped her in a bearhug and began to squeeze!

"Aaaargh! Don't call me that you chauvinist pig!" her actions at this point were purely motivated by rage.

"Spoilt rich girl says whaaaaat?" I taunted her

She reacted with more screaming. That just made me laugh. I then began to pull her arms in opposite directions behind her back. Her screams turned into screams of pain.

"Do you give up?"

"Never!"

"You sure?" I tightened the bearhug.

"Aaaaaaagh! Never! uuuuh!"

"You sureeeeee?" I began to pull her arms apart a bit more.

"Aaahaahhh! Ahhhhh! Owwwww! It hurts!"

"Give up!"

"No!"

"Don't be a spoilt brat! You've lost! There's nothing you can do now!" I began to pull harder out of frustration

"Ow! Ow! Okay! Stop!"

"Do you give?"

"I..."

"DO YOU GIVE?"

"Aaaahhhhhh! I give! I give! Please stop! I give!"

I let go of her arms and shoved her aside aggressively. She lay down on her stomach and covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her damaged pride with her damaged arms. I lay down next to her, looking up at the ceiling and breathing hard. A smile greeted my lips.

"I won ... I won! Haha!" I pumped my fist in the air. I then get up on my knees, go up to her and yell in front of her face.

"You lost bitch!" I smack her peach shaped ass hard enough to watch it jiggle, she reacted with a moan "All those fantasies of yours that you call arguments are pathetic! You should stuck to writing fanfics on the internet! A pampered child like you is nothing without daddy's money!" I got up on my legs and did a cartwheel on the mats.

She slowly sat up with her legs crossed and nursed her arms, the colour slowly returning to her face.

"What's wrong? You have nothing to say to the man who just kicked your cute jiggly ass?" I taunted.

Her eyes widened a little at that remark. An expression of cold rage overtook her. She looked me dead in the eyes as she stood up and we squared off in the middle of the mats. She had only one thing to say to me.

"Round 2 bitch! Winner strips the loser!"