Two weeks
had passed since Julia Chang’s humiliation wedgie: the pictures Ganryu took
went on the net with his return home. She couldn’t show her face for a week
after that, staying at home with Michelle. This worked out perfectly for
Ganryu: it seemed to soften her up, and she finally accepted one of his date
requests. At the moment in time, he felt very good about himself. He walked
almost with a swagger down the streets (a dangerous thing for a sumo to do), and
was perfectly content and guiltless with what he did: it almost felt good for
him.
This feeling happened for the third time after the
wedgie, and left him unaware of his surroundings when he walked down the
street. This came back to get him, when he accidently knocked someone over:
‘Hey,
watch it jerk!’ came a high-pitched voice from the ground. Ganryu broke out of
his trance and looked down. A young girl, in the Mishima School uniform, was
angrily getting to her feet, with a second girl in the same attire helping her
up, who looked equally angry. The one he knocked over looked familiar: the
small black pigtails had been seen before.
‘Watch
where you’re going fatty!’ said the other girl, ‘Xiao, are you ok?’
Ling Xiaoyu! thought Ganryu, She entered the last tournament... thats
right.
‘I will
be, when I kick his fat ass!’ yelled Xiaoyu, which brought Ganryu out of his
thoughts with a jolt. Before he could react, she sent the sole of her right
foot into his chin. He barely felt it, but it unsteadied him. Without a pause,
Xiaoyu drove her other foot in his balls.
THAT, he
did feel. He doubled up, clutching his crown jewels. A few other students saw
this, and started to point and laugh. Both Xiaoyu and Miharu gave the scene its
finishing touch, and sent their palms into his chin, spiralling him backwards
into the wire fence behind him. The crowd cheered, and the two sixteen year old
girls high-fived.
‘Thanks
for that, sumo-boy!’
‘Jeez,
he’s dumb. Doesn’t he know you were in that tournament...?’
The voices
went out of audibility, leaving Ganryu humiliated in the dirt. He lay there for
a minute, before a man walked up to him.
‘You
alright?’ He was a fairly muscly, red haired teenager. He also had on a Mishima
School uniform. Ganryu recognised him immediately: Hwoarang the Blood talon.
‘I’m
fine,’ said Ganryu shortly, getting to his feet.
‘Do you
need anything? Asked the Korean.
The
bruised sumo looked at him slyly, and asked ‘What do you think of Ling Xiaoyu?’
‘I don’t
like her, she’s really annoying. She’s sixteen, but acts like a ten year old.
Why?’
‘You can
do something for me. You can do me a favour...’
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As the final bell of the school day
tolled at 3:30, all day students swarmed out of the school. Ling had plans of
her own – she had decided to go for a swim in the school’s pool – mainly because
it no-one else did, and the school didn’t officially close until five. Miharu
would be back at the school at 4:15, giving her a good chunk of personal
relaxation, as well as peace of mind – although she didn’t know it.
After about half an hour, she got out
and went to the changing rooms. As she slid out of her dark blue two-piece,
Hwoarang steathly snuck in from the pool area, his head covered by a Ghostface
mask. He watched for a couple of minutes, one hand in the front of his pants
unintentionally (she was drying herself). She then clipped on her pink bra,
which seemed to have a pattern on it, and slid into matching panties. This was
his cue: he quietly walked up towards her, and as she bent down for her skirt,
he took one of two pieces of prepared duct tape, and covered her mouth with it.
Xiaoyu immediately grabbed one of his
hands in defence, but Hwoarang was stronger and released her grip. He then
forced her arms behind her back, in a folded fashion, and with the second bit
of duct tape tied them there.
‘What are you doing?’ cried Xiaoyu –
at least that’s what she planned to say. It was beyond comprehension. Hwoarang
then calmly took hold of the back of her panties, and yanked upwards. Xiao let
out a muffled squeal as she felt the cotton between her small cheeks. Hwoarang
smiled to himself: ‘God, this is easy. I
should do this more often.’ He bounced her for a bit, listening to her
creaking underwear - and noticed the pattern on said underwear. He stared in
disbelief: ‘Hello Kitty underpants?!’
There was no mistaking that white face. And
i thought she just acted like a ten year old. ‘I think i’ll have some fun.’ With
a hidden grin he grabbed the front of her embarrassing undies and gave a hard
jerk*. She let out another squeal, and then a groan: the Melvin had lifted her
off the ground. Hwoarang then proceeded to steadily squeaky-clean her, pulling
one end then the other, leaving Ling with a very hurt peach and crack.
For about ten minutes he tormented
her, pulling with a bit more intent every minute. Finally, he stopped and
paused to relax his arms, letting her toes brush the floor. He held her in a
Melvin for a few moments, thinking how to humiliate her further. Suddenly it
clicked to him: a perfect finishing touch. With his free hand he ripped off her
bra, putting her B-sized breasts on display. He then carried her to the
coathooks opposite the door to the pool, and hung her off the highest one by
the back of her slightly stretched panties. Xiaoyu, red with utter
embarrassment and sobbing from the pain, went limp, in hope that it would
decrease the agony. Hwoarang didn’t care if it did or didn’t: he took hold of
her skinny legs and pulled. The Chinese girl let out another set of pained
moans, and hung her head. Hwoarang stopped, smirked to himself, and took out
his camera. After about six butt shots and crotch shots each, and one full
figure pic, he left her hanging. ‘I can’t
wait for my payment’ he said to himself as he re-entered the pool area 'I might even think about – ‘wait, who’s
that?’
To
be continued...
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