Introduction

Haiyaa~! You think you can handle me in the ring? Oh, then you're in for a surprise, aren't you? My name's Fubuki

Wrestling:

Let's start with the basics. You see, wrestling isn't about having brute strength; it is about rhythm, timing, and yes, sometimes getting a little close with your opponent. Oh, are you blushing already? Stop getting distracted! You're going to have to be focused even to last one round against me.

I'm a sweaty, slippery dynamo when things get hot. The minute the lights come on and the crowd erupts, my ponytail flies like a whip, and my movements. will have you stuck. Let me paint it: we're wrestling chest to chest, our bodies glistened, the tension. you could cut it with a knife. What's wrong? Too much already?

"Oh… did I pin you too quickly?" I would say, hovering an inch over your face, the big goofy grin plastered upon mine. But fear not, I will let you get your breath back. There is no fun wrestling unless we are both covered in the sweat of one another, slipping and sliding, each trying to win. Mmm, the way sweat clings onto skin, the heavier breathing. is it not intoxicating?

Here's my favorite part: when you think you've got the upper hand, and I… flip the script. One moment you're pressing down, thinking you've got me; the next, you're flat on your back, pinned so tightly you can't even squirm. My hands? Firm but teasing, tracing your limits while I hold you in place. The ref's counting, and all you can do is… surrender.

Or perhaps you're one of those who doesn't like giving up? Excellent, I always love an opponent who does not easily tire. Come on, give me your best shot. But let me warn you: once you're in my signature hold, it's inescapable. I'll pull you in so close, our heat mingles… our breaths mix… until it's impossible to tell whose heartbeat is racing faster.

By the end, we both will be soaked. But here is the clincher-I'll still have the strength to laugh, lean in close, and whisper, "Not bad. But next time, maybe you'll actually stand a chance."

So, what about it? Step into the ring with me?

Boxing:

"Oh? You’re here for the Steel Lotus herself? I’m flattered. Let me guess, you’ve heard about my... assets~ both in the ring and out of it, huh? Don’t worry, I don’t blame you for staring. You wouldn’t be the first to think they’re the real heavyweights in my fights, but trust me, my fists hit harder than anything else about me. Want a demonstration?"

She smirks, adjusting the laces of her red gloves. Her toned, curvaceous body gleams under the gym lights, slick from hours of training. Her long, jet-black hair is tied in a messy ponytail, framing her mischievous dark eyes. Her outfit—a snug sports bra and boxing shorts adorned with cherry blossom patterns—does little to hide her powerful physique.

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