Darkness pushed through the thicket, water still dripping from her hair and clothes, her improvised staff clenched tight in her hand. She followed the ragged sound of movement—branches snapping, feet stumbling—and then froze as the scene opened before her eyes.
Kara was on all fours in the dirt, her body slick with sweat, her face twisted in a dazed, helpless ahegao. Behind her, a corrupted goblinoid clung desperately, hips driving with frantic rhythm as though this were the only way he knew how to fight. His guttural groans mixed with Kara's broken, confused sounds, every thrust shaking her petite frame, her oversized hips and firm backside rippling under the impact.
Darkness's breath hitched.
Her thoughts tangled in disbelief and reluctant fascination. S-she's… she's in the middle of a wrestling match…? But—those sounds—her face—!
Kara's hands clawed weakly at the dirt as she tried to push forward, her legs trembling too much to find leverage. Her small chest bounced uselessly, sweat dripping down between her ribs, while her wide hips betrayed her, swaying and meeting each of the goblinoid's thrusts as if begging for more.
Kara honing her sensual wrestling skills…
"Ahh—n-oh—hahh—w-why…?!" Kara's voice broke into another high, confused moan, eyes rolling half-shut.
The goblinoid grunted sharply, pulling her closer with every motion, his corrupted strength overwhelming her clumsy resistance.
Darkness gripped her staff tighter, her body heating as her heart hammered against her ribs. Do I… interrupt? Or… is this her test… her own battle to endure?
Her thighs pressed together, a rush of warmth sparking inside her as she whispered under her breath, "Kara…"
Her cries blurred into ragged moans, but Darkness could tell—Kara wasn't completely broken. Her dazed face flickered with fragments of memory, the moment her "battle" had shifted.
Earlier that day.
Kara had surprised even herself. She had done exactly what Darkness told her—swaying her hips, baiting the goblins just enough to draw one away, then slashing down with her sword.
The first goblin fell clumsily, a clean strike across its chest.
Her lips had curled into a triumphant grin. "Y-yes! I did it!" she squeaked, voice full of excitement.
Two more had come, but in her rush of newfound confidence, she darted, lured, and struck. Her blade had been shaky, her footing uneven, but somehow—by sheer luck and the goblins' carelessness—she managed to bring them down as well.
"Three…! Three in one day!" She had practically shouted to the forest, sweat shining on her brown skin, chest heaving with joy though her petite bust hardly moved. "I-I'm amazing!"
Her joy had been too much. Too loud, too bright, too careless.
And then—another shadow. Another goblinoid, heavier, breathing hard, watching her foolish celebration.
She had turned, still laughing, and swayed her hips like before. "C-come on, I can take you too!"
But this one didn't hesitate.
Instead of keeping the distance Darkness had taught her, Kara had let him too close. Her foot slipped on damp leaves, her back arching too wide in the taunt, and suddenly his hands were on her.
"W-wait—eh?!"
The goblinoid forced her down, her sword clattering uselessly to the side. His corrupted body surged with heat, his grip bruising, and before she could gather her wits his hips had slammed against her from behind.
"Ahhh—! O-oh—inside—?!"
Her wide hips and trembling thighs betrayed her, spreading as the goblinoid drove in. The penetration was sudden, raw, and overwhelming, her body jolting as if struck by lightning.
Her eyes had gone glassy, her lips spilling broken sounds she never thought she'd make. "Ahh—hahh—ahhhnn—!"
And from there… it had only gotten worse.
That was the memory flooding through Kara's head now, mixing with the rhythm of the present. Every thrust from the goblinoid behind her blurred with the memory of when it had begun, her mind caught between shame, pain, and a strange, spiraling heat she couldn't escape.
Kara's head spun as she remembered the moment her battle had slipped into a different kind of struggle.
The goblinoid had put her down—but not with cruelty, not with the intent to break her. His corrupted eyes burned with hunger, but also with the primal drive to test, to wrestle, to claim a match.
And Kara, flushed and trembling beneath him, had realized what it was.
"W-westling…? H-he's challenging me like this…?!"
Her cheeks burned crimson, sweat already trickling down her temples. Her small chest heaved with each desperate gasp as his hips met hers again, the shock of penetration making her back arch helplessly.
This was trouble. She was inexperienced in this kind of battle. But it was also what Darkness had told her—their kind fought differently. And if this was a fight, then…
"I… I can win this…!" she whispered, her teeth gritting even as a sharp moan tore from her throat.
Her hands clawed at the dirt, her wide hips shifting, trying to adjust her body under him. She thought of the goblins she had cut down earlier, the victories she had tasted. If I could defeat them with my sword, then even if it's like this… I can turn it around… I can beat him!
But her body betrayed her resolve. Every thrust sent a jolt of wet heat through her core, her thighs tightening against him without meaning to. Her voice cracked with high-pitched cries she couldn't bite back.
"Hhhahh—ahhnn—s-stop—no, I-I mean—I can wi—mmhhhnnn…!"
The goblinoid grunted against her, moving harder, his corrupted body slick with sweat. His hands gripped her hips firmly, but not cruelly—like an opponent holding position, forcing her to endure his pace.
Her thoughts spiraled. It's a disadvantage, yes… he has the upper hand like this… but if I resist, if I time it right, if I can reverse—
Another thrust slammed into her, her body bouncing against the mat of dirt and leaves, and the rest of her thought dissolved into a broken whimper.
Her expression twisted into something she never wanted Darkness—or anyone—to see: eyes glazed, mouth open in an ahegao-like daze, caught between desperation and the strange, traitorous pleasure crawling through her.
"Ahhh—hahhh—hahhh—! D-damn it…! I-I can still win… I'll… I'll—mmhhhnnnn—!"
Her mind clung to that delusion even as her body melted under the rhythm, the so-called "fight" dragging her deeper into disadvantage with every movement.