“This guy`s a behemoth!” Endou blurted.

Before Takumi could grab Kirishima, she shoved him away and kicked. The round kick hit air as Takumi disappeared, before reappearing behind her. He faced the other direction, though.

“A combat roll? Cool!” Kirishima said.

Takumi was breathing hard. The two exchanges have cost him a lot of stamina. Kirishima reached out her right hand, trying to pull on his gloves. He knocked the hand out of the way, and she instantly countered with her front side leg kick. He moved back, and ate another leg kick to the other thigh.

Takumi reckoned he situation and started attacking. He threw a pair of haymakers, to which she slipped left and then right. Following the momentum, she dashed forward with a left jab. It missed, but that didn`t matter. She turned with around with a side step and bent down, making her right elbow strike upwards. Takumi clearly felt the impact on his chin through the helmet as his back stumbled against the ring`s edge.

It was already over. Kirishima unleashed a storm of punches, bouncing him back and forth like a boxing target. After ten seconds he couldn`t take anymore, and she finished him off with a high kick. Takumi was knocked down, but still conscious. He was about to tap but Kirishima mounted him, grabbing both of his arms and clamping them down with her legs. Sitting on his chest, Kirishima cocked her arm all the way back.

“What are you doing!?”

The strike flew at his face with racing car speed, but stopped at the very last moment. Takumi without doubt sensed killing intent, and he was terrified. But she continued scaring him by gently tapping on his face with high speed punches.

“Ha…Ha…Ha…Hya…Hya…Hyaha.”

Her breathing became chaotic and sounded more and more like moaning. Sweat splattered everywhere: on his face, his eyelids, his ear, and his mouth. Her hot breaths hit his cheeks, making them blush red. Her own did too, and much more than his. After a while, Takumi regained his sense of balance. Kirishima tired herself out so she just sat on him. It was her turn to catch her breath.

Still, Takumi noticed something strange. Kirishima`s thighs slid around on his cheese-grating abs a bit too easily. That made Takumi froze, and they were starting to feel awkward. She broke the ice:

“Are you less dazed now?” She spoke while still breathing heavily.

“Yea I`m good. Please let me stand.”

The girl squatted upwards. To Takumi`s shocked eyes, a shiny string of liquid connected his torso to her [uhm…] crotch.

“Wait… Kirishima-san, what is that on where you just sat?”

She touched her own slit right in front of him, and her face went “eeh…” as she felt the slimy texture of the liquid.

“Mou… Don`t ask such embarrassing things!”

“Are you for real!?” He yelled while looking away.

“W-Well it`s been so long since I got to mount somebody and punch the living stuff out of them. I can`t help but get excited.”

“You`re not even denying it!”

“I got this wet because you were so handsome, Nishimura-kun.” She spoke with a moe voice.

“Ew! You pervert! Let me go!”

“Hey, I never said I weren`t one. Tee-hehe”

She then gave him a towel, joked that she used this every time she masturbated. He cringed and asked for tissues. Kirishima laughed it off and the session continued. Kyoya would not fight with a girl no matter what, so he taught them about footwork instead. Kirishima also noticed how he struggled to fight in cramped spaces, and in return suggested he should use his elbows and knees. Takumi went into the shower as the three exchanged martial art techniques. A few hours later, they concluded the video, and the two went home. Takumi had no comment about what happened. Still, the wind outside was peaceful.