冷静系レズバトル強者が自分と戦って籠絡し合う話-EN #1

REI Fujino stepped onto the soil of her homeland, Japan, for the first time in several years. At this time of year, Tokyo had a slightly melancholic atmosphere after the cherry blossoms had bloomed, yet it was also a pleasant season that hinted at the beginning of something new. It was completely different from the vague atmosphere of London, where she had lived until a few days ago. The nostalgia made REI's heart flutter. Three years earlier, REI's father had been assigned to a posting in London and had requested that his family accompany him. REI's mother, who had always struggled with domestic responsibilities, agreed, and REI followed suit. To be honest, REI couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation. Due to his job, REI's father had been transferred frequently, and REI had had to move schools many times. Perhaps as a result, REI had grown into a girl who kept her distance from others, giving off a cool and aloof impression. Perhaps the thought that they would part ways again in a few years fueled that attitude. In any case, REI herself did not wish to change her nature and had no intention of doing so. People are born alone and die alone. It was an extreme view, but she believed it wholeheartedly. Despite this, there was one thing that REI regretted about leaving London. She had learned a “bad habit” in the streets of London at night. “bad games.” When she was first invited, she was told it was “sports.” Looking back now, it was a blatant lie—it was a lesbian battle. REI, who was filled with youthful frustration with no outlet, somehow ended up stepping into the ring of that lesbian battle and became hooked on its allure. Her first match was against a woman she believed to be her equal—a true Anglo-Saxon, born in Peckham, as she claimed. It was a close fight, but when REI massaged her breasts, licked them, and gently bit her nipples, the woman writhed in ecstasy and reached orgasm. It might have been beginner's luck. However, REI was intoxicated by that sweet victory and became hooked on lesbian battles. She frequented the underground ring, indulging in lesbian battles. Winning earned her prize money, and even if she lost, generous perverts would pay her if she fought well. The only thing she truly regretted was leaving the London underground ring, which had become a part of her life. Was there something similar in Tokyo? With such impure thoughts, REI began her life as a second-year high school student. On the surface, a peaceful high school life began. Due to transferring in during her second year, her classmates initially took an interest in her, but once they realized her aloof personality, their enthusiasm dwindled to minimal contact. Given the reality she had chosen, it could be said to be exactly as she had planned. After all, REI was too busy searching for a lesbian underground ring in Tokyo. By May, she finally gained access to the underground ring in this area. The Tokyo ring, which differed slightly in quality from the one in London, seemed to emphasize the aspect of combat more. Perhaps this was a matter of national character? However, this was exactly what REI had been seeking. She believed that raping and destroying women she disliked with this body was the ultimate pleasure. REI's joy, however, did not last long. The fighting style she had mastered in London was deemed too tricky and unconventional in Tokyo, and by the time two months had passed, she had no opponents left. Having become an invincible, undefeated queen, REI once again found herself craving battle. This time, her hunger was even stronger. The hunting ground she had thought she had briefly captured was so easily subdued that it felt like a mere formality. By now, matches with REI were intentionally avoided. With no other options, REI, who had ravaged Tokyo, decided to expand her activities and heard a rumor. It was said that there was a ring in Yokohama that supposedly had opponents who would provide a real challenge. Does that mean there are more fighters there than in Tokyo? REI, who was willing to fight anyone as long as she could fight, happily registered for the ring. Two weeks after registering, she was matched. It was the height of summer. When REI arrived at the ring in Yokohama, where the sea breeze felt stronger and more humid than in Tokyo, she was already in a highly charged state of readiness. She hadn't been able to engage in a proper lesbian battle for quite some time, and since registering at the Yokohama ring, she hadn't fought at all. Her pent-up desire was on the verge of exploding. She wanted to dominate, or even be dominated for a moment. She craved that kind of intense, raw battle. That's why she had registered at this ring and was hoping for something. Perhaps today she would finally meet the perfect opponent to quench her thirst, to satisfy her hunger. REI, who usually kept a blank expression, couldn't help but let a hint of excitement show on her face at that moment. Rings are generally divided into two types: open-type, which allows spectators, and closed-type, which does not allow spectators but instead uses cameras to film the matches, which are then displayed in a separate room. On this day, the ring was closed. This might allow for greater concentration during the fight. REI was so eager for this fight that she could see every aspect of it in a positive light. In that closed, tiny gymnasium-like space, REI entered the ring. What she saw was another REI entering through the opposite door. REI: “Eh...?” A confused voice. It was natural for REI to be confused, as there was another REI standing right in front of her. There was no mistaking that it was REI. It looked as if there was a mirror there, but when REI, startled, took a half step back with her left foot into a fighting stance, the other person also took a half step back with their left foot into a fighting stance, making it clear that it was not a mirror. It wasn't mirror symmetry. Who was this person? This person was not only imitating her clothes, but also her build and the length of her hair. Who was this person? Questions swirled in REI's mind like a storm. They had promised a formidable opponent, but was this fake the formidable opponent they had promised? REI: “This is pointless. Do you think you can imitate me?” REI “You're the one imitating me. That's the real waste of time. You can't possibly defeat me.” REI “You're quite confident. Generally speaking, copies deteriorate from the original, don't they? Like copies made by a photocopier.” REI “Yes, I agree. So, I suppose I will win.” Even a brief conversation with REI leaves her feeling uneasy. How arrogant, how brazen, how insolent—and yet she's speaking in the same manner, with the same face as me. It feels as though she's trying to chip away at the certainty of my own existence. A fake like her is utterly intolerable. The fact that the past few months of combat had been incomplete only fueled her resolve. REI swore to herself that she would crush this opponent completely, leaving no trace behind. She didn't know how strong he was, but she was determined to beat him until he begged for mercy, using him as a perfect target for her anger. REI quickly stripped off all her clothes and walked toward the center of the room. The other person—who could be called “fake Rei” for convenience—also stripped naked and walked toward her. His body looked almost identical to hers. She was tall for her age, with slender, extremely long legs. Her waist was firmly defined, while her breasts were bold and voluptuous, likely an H cup. From REI's perspective, who took pleasure in raping women, she was the perfect target. With her stunning figure and expressionless face that seemed to say, “I'm strong,” she was the epitome of a woman he desired. REI loved nothing more than raping women like this. The true pleasure lay in turning that expressionless face into one of humiliation, forcing her to glare up at him. Realizing that, objectively speaking, she had such a desirable appearance, REI wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her closer. As expected, the other REI also wraps her left arm around his waist. Well, this was within his expectations. His right hand rests on her chest, and they begin to gently massage each other. His movements are precise. He cups her breasts and massages them, teasing the surface in a spiral pattern. The fingertips gradually moved toward the peak of the breast, gently and sweetly stimulating the tip. REI “It's useless.” REI “It doesn't work.” They both said it coldly. The comments themselves were honest, and there was no intention to provoke the other, but for some reason, they rubbed REI the wrong way. Even though it's fake, she's so bold. He tightens his grip on her fake breasts, pulls her closer, and wraps his legs around her thighs. Their long, firm legs entwine, their smooth skin rubbing against each other. It feels good. For the first time, he feels a shiver run down his spine. He begins to feel a warlike excitement, similar to the thrill of battle, thinking that this fight with the fake might be more enjoyable than he expected. The hand that had been caressing her breasts slowly moved down, tracing her side, lower abdomen, and finally reaching the edge of her labia. The tips of her fingers were frustratingly slow, igniting small flames across her body. Once again, she felt a mix of frustration and desire for this fake, and with a hint of irritation, her fingers gently slipped inside the edge of her labia. Though not very wet, she feels the amount of love juice gradually increasing. The folds undulate, as if responding to REI's fingers. She strokes the folds with the pads of her fingers, occasionally scratching them lightly with her fingertips. REI: “F...nngh...” REI's stimulation accurately targeted the fake Rei's vagina. Almost unconsciously, REI was focusing on the spots that felt good when she masturbated. The fake Rei's fingers were doing the same. Strangely, the fake Rei's fingers seemed to perfectly mimic the way REI moved her fingers when she masturbated. In a way, she was receiving the same precise stimulation she was used to. Doubts swirled in REI's mind. Why are they using the same fingers as when I masturbate...? Of course, no one else should know those finger movements. I've never told anyone, and even if someone had been watching, it would be impossible to mimic them this perfectly.