Kaiser was well aware that she would probably refuse, but that didn't stop him from seizing the chance to grope her breasts. To the observing audience, it may have appeared as though he was exerting pressure on Lin Lin, who was valiantly attempting to fight back.
"What are you doing!... ughh..." A sense of unease washed over Lin Lin as a tingling sensation prickled in her chest.
Kaiser was indifferent as he forcefully brought her body crashing down to the ground. As their battle continued in close quarters, their movements took on a distinct wrestling-like quality. Lin Lin exerted every ounce of effort to free each and every one of his restraining moves.
From such a short distance, Kaiser couldn't help but be enveloped by the alluring scent emanating from the female martial artist. As sweat accumulated, her body emitted a more potent odor. She sensed her opponent's breath growing heavier with each passing moment.
As they shifted and wriggled, Lin Lin squirmed like a worm while Kaiser maintained his hold from behind, keeping her restrained. At that moment, she became acutely aware of a firm thing persistently grazing against her ass.
"Let go of me… this isn't how martial artists fight… ahnn…♡ what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm trying to make you lose or give up. Is there anything else we can do in this arena besides that?"
Kaiser's words resonated with a certain logic, yet Lin Lin couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. And just as that thought took hold, a series of moans escaped her lips, coinciding with his abrupt change in position. He clasped her neck at first, then enveloped her in a tight embrace, his arms encircling her body.
In this particular position, her breasts were coincidentally squeezed between them, and the harder she struggled, the tighter Kaiser's embrace became. Her breasts, concealed beneath the elegant fabric of her qipao, seemed to grow more pronounced.
As Kaiser's legs firmly held her own in place, his tent rhythmically moved back and forth, brushing against the sensitive area between her thighs. Amid a grand arena and the watchful gaze of countless spectators, their bodies entwined in a manner that could be mistaken for a sexual position. However, it is not passion that fuels their connection but rather a fierce battle that rages between them.
"Mmmh...♡ stop it, I give up... please let me go... all these things make my body feel strange... nnngh...♡"
Not only Lin Lin but Kaiser too, could feel the heat slowly spreading through their bodies, igniting a desire that was impossible to conceal. He had every intention of violating her right then and there if it weren't for the fact that they were in front of everyone.
It seemed as though he was dealing with a livestock he wished to tame rather than a skilled martial artist. The tinkling of bells on her accessories only enhances this impression.
"Is this where your determination comes to an end? I think you can hold on a little longer." Kaiser was on the verge of releasing Lin Lin when someone interrupted his word.
"You really annoyed me when I was focused on fighting the three of them. You actually tried to harass this girl."
While standing, Kaiser makes his guard up. Enveloped in a heavy silence, their eyes fixed upon Lin Lin. She lay there, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her face flushed with a deep shade of crimson.
Kaiser sensed anger and envy emanating from the man's cat mask. It seemed as though he truly embodied the spirit of Garou, approaching the martial arts tournament with utmost seriousness.
However, his current display of skills falls short of what one would expect from a seasoned martial artist. Kaiser couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between his silly and carefree demeanor and that of Saitama. Therefore, he wanted to try something.
-***-
"You are Saitama, aren't you? If you are here, it looks like Genos is in the audience."
"Uhh... what nonsense are you saying? I am Catman..."
As I caught sight of his trembling eyes and the sudden shift in his behaviour, my already sour mood took a nosedive, 'Out of all the places in the world, why did he have to show up here?... don't tell me he...'
"Is your goal to win the prize money for this tournament?" Finally, I found solace in a deep breath, using it to soothe my rattled emotions. Saitama, perpetually strapped for cash, wouldn't dare pass up an opportunity like this.
"Don't accuse me carelessly as a martial artist. Money is meaningless."
Even as he tried to utter words of bravery, I could still see his nervousness. It was as if he feared that I might expose his secret, for he swiftly drew nearer to me with a speed that defied human capabilities.
Despite the evolution my body had undergone as a result of my mother's experiments, I could only make out his blurry form, allowing me to just barely evade his punch.
Saitama appeared taken aback as he repeatedly glanced at me and his clenched fist, seeming eager to confirm something. "I didn't expect you to actually dodge my attack. This is getting interesting."
'Forget it. I'll just test my abilities on him and try to lose without getting hurt,' I said to myself because, with that attack, I was sure he was Saitama in disguise.
Saitama launched another assault, but with each failed strike, my ability to track his movements diminished. In a matter of moments, it was as if he had undergone an astonishing growth spurt. Ultimately, I resorted to employing my teleportation prowess, catching him off guard with a series of unexpected punches and kicks.
I was well aware that my attack would not affect him. As for Saitama, he began with a sense of curiosity but soon grew increasingly annoyed. Eventually, his anger reached its boiling point, unleashing a torrent of fury that matched his incredible speed and strength.
The audience must have been confused as our figures seemed to vanish from the arena, leaving them unable to catch a glimpse. While I possess the extraordinary ability to teleport effortlessly, Saitama, on the other hand, solely relies on his remarkable speed to trace my location.
"What's going on here? Can the audience see it? This is a real martial arts fight! Because it's so fast, I, as the host can't see it either!"
"But even so, I'm sure you can all feel it! The power they released even affected the entire stadium! Please, I ask both participants to restrain themselves!"
Undoubtedly, the audience shares in the host's apprehension, for each instance of Saitama's failed attack leaves a discernible impact. The sheer force of his blows manifests in a powerful gust, sending chairs soaring through the air.
As I settled into my new space, an eerie sensation crept over me. The looming presence of a crimson hand cast a growing shadow, inching closer to my face. I'm confident that even if I manage to evade this coming attack, Saitama will undoubtedly anticipate my next move. Should that happen, I can only blame myself if my body gets destroyed.
"I give up."