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She’d timed the final blow perfectly. When she spared, she took no mercy.
Ever since, Karako had taken a part time job training students how to box, she’d had less free time for herself. Her hands felt small inside of the boxing gloves, so she slipped both of them off and stretched out her tanned, calloused fingers.
“Good match! You’re really improving.” She said, slapping the boy on the back.
Karako huffed, feeling good about herself. She’d hit the showers and then go home to see her roommate (and girlfriend) Todoko.
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Todoko lay on the bed, checking Instagram on her phone. She wore a pink skirt and a white top.
The woman sneered at her feed. “Why’s Osoko posting so many pictures of her dinner? No one cares that you ate something expensive for once.”
She liked the pictures anyway, and dismissively continued scrolling down the feed.
The sound of a key in the lock was heard, and Karako entered the apartment. She appeared in the doorway of their tidy bedroom, looking disheveled.
“Ew.” Said Todoko. “Why are you all sweaty?”
A look of exasperation took over Karako’s face. “The showers were broken, and of course, they didn’t tell us until after the class.”
“Well you’d better shower now.” Todoko replied, turning her attention back to a picture of Jyushiko’s pet bunnies, Hustle and Muscle. I should get some bunnies, she thought with a tinge of jealousy.
“Can’t you at least say “Hello” or “Welcome Home” when I come in?” Griped Karako, who was fairly used to being abused by everyone in her social circle, but wasn’t about to give up and take it.
“Mmhm. Have you ever thought about buying me some bunnies? I would like a white one.”
The taller, tan woman approached the bed and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up playfully.
“Let go!” Todoko shrieked, dropping her phone. “Don’t get your sweat on my clothes!” Todoko kicked her legs and struggled within the hug. She became aware of Karako’s tight abs up against her own soft body, of Karako’s strong scent.
She felt her readjust her arms and pin her to the bed, climbing up beside her.
“You’re such a brute, I don’t want to wrestle!” Todoko laughed.
Karako raised a hand to her face. “Heh. Isn’t all of love…a wrestling match between two lonely hearts?”
“Ah! Painful! Don’t use illegal moves like that, it hurts worse than you manhandling me.”
Karako was looking good in her workout clothes. A tank top, a tight sports bra and a pair of black shorts. The smaller, feminine woman bit her lip eagerly.
“I guess I don’t mind if you manhandle me a little…”
“I’m a tormented soul who is drawn like a moth to your flame, my honey~”
“Painful.”
“Yes, you can’t imagine my pain when I cannot hold you in my arms and gaze into your eyes, like pure pools of ocean water.”
“My eyes are brown.”
“Heh, well…your eyes-“
Todoko cut her off, pressing her plump pink lips to hers. Thank goodness. Despite the pain, Todoko loved being the center of attention, and she loved the way that Karako couldn’t keep from touching her, and spouting sappy lines to impress her.
From underneath of the well-toned woman, she took control, kissing her with passion. She lifted her arms and teased her fingers gently up Karako’s back and through her hair. She could feel Karako’s body heating up and knew she was getting exactly the effect that she wanted.
Todoko loved driving her wild, pleased that she could keep this powerful brute under her thumb. She planted a kiss on Karako’s cheek.
“How about you shower, we get some dinner, and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of the night?”
A very flustered Karako sat up and nodded, adjusting the sunglasses that were falling off of her now messy hair.
“Sounds good to me.”
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The end~