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As if Katara hadn’t made things hard enough for Hitomi in the first round, Hitomi’s jeans were soaking wet now. That was going to be extra weight on her legs. She wore pink panties underneath, but after stripping Katara down to white bikini bottoms, Hitomi hoped that Katara might waste some time and energy trying to strip Hitomi. The tournament was on the line for the DOA fighter down 0-1 in the match. She swam in the lake water to the ladder at the dock. She climbed up with good energy and ran the wooden dock to the red mini platform. Hitomi tried to think of fighting strategies in her head as she ascended. She also thought of her nose in Katara’s coochie. That had been pretty nice and erotic.
The waterbending gal stood with her arms folded over her big naked breasts, waiting. Katara had curves for days, yet she still looked lean and fit. Hitomi stepped onto the blue circular fighting platform, clenched her fists and said, “Are you scared to fight me without powers?!”
“Of course not,” Katara said.
The topless hotties circled one another. Neither one of them was good enough at chi blocking to incapacitate the other one. Hitomi charged in, relieved to not feel any clouds of thick watery air slowing her down. She elbowed Katara in the quad. The topless bikini model meant to hit her rival in the neck, but her hand slammed into Hitomi’s sideboob. The German in the jeans hugged her busty adversary. She raised her knee up into Katara’s belly. Katara swallowed hard. The blue eyed babe with dark skin grabbed Hitomi’s hair and slung her bicep around Hitomi’s neck. Trying to choke her. Katara was not skilled at this sort of thing. Her submission move was easily evaded by Hitomi, who kicked Katara in the back of the knee.
As soon as Katara fell to her knees, Hitomi tried to tackle her from behind. Katara was on her hands and knees with her big boobs dangling. Hitomi shifted her grip from Katara’s belly to grope Katara’s breasts. Katara yelped and elbowed Hitomi in the face, knocking her off. Katara and Hitomi both got up quickly. Hitomi jumped, spun, and kicked Katara’s blocking hands to the side. Hitomi rocked back and delivered a monster of a jab to Katara’s belly. Katara buckled and staggered. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s head and hair. Katara grabbed Hitomi’s midsection. She didn’t mean to, but she accidentally bent the water in Hitomi’s stomach, giving the karateka intense stomach pain. Hitomi doubled over.
“That was an accident, I swear,” Katara said. “I’ll give you one free hit.” Katara put her arms behind her head. Hitomi didn’t even ogle Katara in this sexy pose. The bisexual brunette clenched her teeth and kicked Katara right in the chin. The chick in the white bikini bottoms fell onto her ass. Katara was getting near the ring edge. Hitomi stomped Katara’s leg and grabbed her hair. She pulled Katara up and clotheslined Katara back to the mat. Hitomi stomped on Katara’s boob. Fans cheered.
“I gotta beat you!” Hitomi said, reaching down to grab Katara’s hair again. Hitomi imagined winning serum rewards and vacationing to Pongeo Island with her current girlfriend Honoka to keep their relationship alive after the tournament was over. Katara attacked Hitomi’s arm and grabbed the waistband of Hitomi’s jeans. She slung Hitomi. Hitomi’s feet skidded on the blue padded mat. Hitomi’s back was to the edge.
Katara sprung up. She tasted blood on her lips. She kicked Hitomi in the side of the calf. With Hitomi a little off balance, Katara ducked low and charged. She rammed her shoulder into Hitomi’s abs and left her feet. It was a beautiful form tackle. Hitomi reached for the ledge, leaning forward and into Katara’s massive bust. She missed and couldn’t grab anything. They both fell.
“Good strategy from Katara to seal the deal and the win,” the Critic said.
The two topless waifu women hit the water still wrestling and holding onto one another. They went under and surfaced. Hitomi grabbed Katara’s hair and dunked her under. Katara was a waterbender and not going to take that. The lake water moved so that Hitomi dropped to the bottom. Katara brought up a tsunami of a wave and crashed it into Hitomi. Hitomi shot out at an angle, struggling to kick her feet, paddle, and wave her arms to get back to the surface. Hitomi choked and spit up water, gasping for breath. She climbed up onto the wooden dock and lied on her side in exhaustion and defeat. Katara stood at the ladder, pumping her fists in victory.
“No deaths, and not much full nudity,” RoboMic said. “I liked Hitomi’s nose between Katara’s legs in Round One. I suppose this fight was alright.”
“Katara wins 2-1 and advances to the final!” the Shadow announced. The Thousand Sunny #2 and the stadium rocked with cheers. Even Tina and Honoka applauded for Katara. Hitomi shook her head, got up, and shook Katara’s hand.
“Win it all,” Hitomi said.
“I intend to,” Katara said, nodding and locking blue eyes with the woman she’d just beaten.
