Henry had never been this early to anything in his life. He preferred to be exactly on time, but, well, this was a date and it was best to be on time for it, right?
He sat at a small round table tucked near the window of Golden Lotus Dumpling House. The dumpling house was a modest but well-loved spot at the edge of Metro City's Chinatown. The street outside pulsed with the usual life: scooters whirring by, the sound of sizzling woks, and the chatter of vendors trying to outdo each other's deals. Lanterns hung from the overhang, glowing a mellow orange against the blue hour sky.
Henry checked his phone again. 6:45. The date was for 7:00. Fifteen minutes early. Too early, probably. He brushed an invisible speck off his flannel sleeve and shifted in his seat.
To be specific, it was a blind date and it wasn't arranged via mutuals or anything. An app on his phone helped him. The app had been a last-minute decision, a little corner of the Metro City web scene made for "locals looking for something real." He wasn't expecting much when he matched with "Chun-Li" who listed her job as martial arts instructor and had no profile picture.
He checked his phone. He saw she was coming nearby. The app tracked the daters' locations. Which, in hindsight, was pretty dangerous…
Still, Henry remembered the double-protected verification. It was pretty tough to catfish people on this specific app. Whoever designed the app was very thorough, citing a driver's license and hyperspecific selfie poses. After that, it took one day for approval and the capacity to date on the app.
'All she told me was that her outfit would have golden clouds…'
The doorbell to the dumpling house chimed. At the same time, the app's GPS told him his date was here. Henry looked up—and froze.
'Oh. Uh…'
With no profile picture, he surmised she was an Asian woman. He wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe a skinny, tattooed military girl? An ABG? During their texts and phone calls, she implied she was physically active. Frankly, most of their conversations had been surface level and vibes-based.
So seeing a Chinese hottie whose legs were thiccer than his own skull was a whiplash, that was for sure.
Adorned in a pale sky-blue cheongsam, Henry could see the minute details of his date's outfit. The delicate gold patterns of clouds, birds, and flowing water.
'Y-y-yeah, that's her. T-the gold…clouds.'
The inner lining flashed warm gold when she turned to look around for him, contrasting the cool outer hue. Her black hair was pulled up into two simple ox-horns while her bangs were slicked neatly aside. Dark blue leggings traced the shape of her powerful legs and black Chinese toe shoes whispered against the tile.
She scanned the restaurant, eyes alert yet hesitant, until her gaze landed on him.
Henry tried not to gawk. His brain stuttered between holy hell, she's gorgeous and don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.
"Henry?" the gorgeous woman asked, walking toward him with a polite smile. Her voice was softer than he imagined, but firm, every syllable measured.
He shot up from his seat. "Uh—yeah! Yeah, that's me. Hi."
She extended a hand. "Chun-Li."
The handshake was brief and her grip was darn confident and firm. Up close, Henry felt and saw the faint calluses along her fingers, the kind you only get from years of training. Her perfume was fresh jasmine with a faint trace of citrus.
"Wow, you look—uh, nice," Henry said, awkwardly gesturing toward her outfit.
Chun-Li chuckled lightly, her cheeks tinting just a bit. "Thank you. I wasn't sure what to wear. I didn't want to overdress."
'Overdress?' Henry thought. She looked like a martial artist straight out of a magazine photo shoot.
They sat. Chun-Li looked around the restaurant. "This place has a nice feel. Kind of reminds me of the markets back home."
"You grew up around here?"
Chun-Li shook her head. "No. I'm from China originally. Beijing. But I've been in Metro City for years now."
Henry smiled. "I thought I caught a hint of an accent."
"Only a little," Chun-Li said, smiling back, shoulders relaxing. "I teach kung fu classes nearby—but, well you know that."
"It's all you talk about." Henry leaned in, interested. "Actually, there was one question I had. Are you a black belt or something?"
Chun-Li laughed softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand for a moment. "Mhm. My father taught me when I was little. I think I became a black belt when I was about…fifteen? Something like that."
"Woah, doesn't that take years?"
"I had a good teacher." She smiled, almost sad, but mostly glad. "He believed martial arts was about discipline first, power second."
Henry nodded, chewing on the words. Something about her posture—straight but unforced—matched that idea. "That's cool. My dad just taught me how to change tires."
"Also useful," Chun-Li said warmly.
The waiter arrived, setting down menus. Chun-Li opened hers, scanning it with focus, lips pursed slightly. Henry pretended to look too but mostly found himself sneaking glances at her face. Her skin looked smooth, almost glowing under the warm restaurant light. Her expression carried a calm control, but there was a faint nervousness in her eyes that made her seem… human. Approachable.
"So," Henry said after a minute, "what's your go-to dish?"
"Hmm." Chun-Li tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Probably the steamed fish with ginger and scallion. It's light, clean. What about you?"
"Uh, I was thinking dumplings. Can't go wrong with those."
"You really can't," Chun-Li said, smiling again.
They ordered. The conversation began to flow. Slowly at first, like two rivers figuring out how to merge.
Henry told her about his job at a local tech company in Metro City, his passion for photography, and how he liked walking around Metro City at night taking pictures of neon signs. Chun-Li listened with genuine curiosity. Her eyes, they were never not bright with attention. When she spoke in turn, it was with enthusiasm. About his hobbies or about her own time. Much of her happy thoughts were about her students.
"It's rewarding," Chun-Li explained to the office worker, "watching people gain confidence. Some of them come in scared to even throw a punch. But a few months later, they're standing tall. It's not about fighting—it's about balance."
"Guess the you on the phone wasn't lying," Henry said, half joking. "You love it."
"I do," she said, and something in her voice softened. "It helps me stay grounded."
He studied her for a second. It was nothing much, a casual assessment of this divinely kind, godly hot chick. She wore lipstick and while it wasn't amateurish, seeing the way she puckered her lips up here and there indicated she was new to it.
Then it hit him. "Wait… I swear I've seen you somewhere before."
Her chopsticks froze midair. "H-huh?"
"Yeah, like—maybe online? Or TV? You ever been in a tournament or something?"
Her eyes darted to the side, and for the first time that evening, Chun-Li looked flustered. She fanned herself with a napkin, a hint of sweat forming at her temple. "Oh, no, no," she said quickly. "You must be thinking of someone else. I don't compete."
Henry raised an eyebrow but decided not to push. "Must've been a lookalike then."
"A-are you into martial arts or…?"
"Not really, no. But, you know, the World Tournament is the World Tournament. I know Ryu. And the lion serial killer."
"Lion serial killer?"
"You know…" Henry pulled up his fists. "Pa, pa, pa! Demon back! It was like ten years. He interrupted the final and killed a guy."
"Oh." Chun-Li's cheeks puffed up and she burst into laughter. "Y-yes! Lion serial…" She kept laughing. Seeing the concern on his face, she tried to wave it down. "S-sorry, it's just…do you know anything else."
"Hm…oh, the American champion. Ken, I used to be a big fan of his when I was young."
"And that's it? That's all you know?"
"That's it," Henry said with a nod.
"I see." Relief twitched at the end of her smile. "That's…good to hear."
…?
The waiter returned with their food. Steaming plates of dumplings, crispy noodles, and that fragrant fish Chun-Li had mentioned. The rest of the dinner was easy, warm. They talked about favorite movies, music, and somehow, about the festivals Chun-Li visited overseas. It was hard to measure up to her exploring the forests of Japan to complete a festival quest. Henry only had an ordinary story about a disastrous camping trip; Chun-Li laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth again.
For someone so composed, her laugh was bright and unguarded, almost girlish.
Time slipped by. Outside, the lanterns flickered to life one by one. The sunset painted the windows in orange and purple streaks, and the hum of the city mellowed into an evening rhythm.
When they finally noticed the time, the plates were mostly empty.
"This went by fast," Henry said, surprised at how natural it felt.
Chun-Li nodded. "It did. I didn't expect that."
He tilted his head, smiling. "That sounds like a compliment."
"It is," she said, eyes sparkling. A quiet pause hung between them—not awkward, just full. "Oh! R-right." Nervously, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Before we go… can we take a selfie?"
Henry blinked. "Sure. But—why?"
Her cheeks colored slightly. "It's silly. My adopted daughter Li-Fen—I told you about her, right?" She did, during their first phone call. "She helped me set up this date. She said it would be a disaster, and I told her she was wrong. If I send her a photo, I can prove it went well."
Henry chuckled. "Well, we can't let her win, can we?"
"No," Chun-Li said firmly, smiling. "We can't."
She leaned closer, phone in hand. The movement brought her just within his space, close enough for him to catch that jasmine scent again. Her face filled the screen beside his: her expression calm but soft, and his ordinary, totally-not-nervous smile. They both raised peace signs instinctively, matching without planning it.
The camera clicked.
And that was how Henry and Chun-Li's first date ended.
***
'A second date…'
A day passed since the end of that first day. Henry gave his goodbyes and then texted his goodbyes. He did everything right. He got a positive response too.
So…should he ask for a second date? Obviously. Duh. Being able to date a hottie like her was a huge luck of the draw. He might not get this opportunity again.
'But where? How? What kind of date? What kind of impression should I make? Maybe something homey?'
Homey. He settled with homey. A date at his place or her place, either way, he wanted something more intimate with Chun-Li.
So here he was, at a store he had never visited before. He realized he'd been staring at the shelves of soy sauce for almost ten minutes until his eyes got dry.
It was Saturday afternoon in Chinatown Market and the place was bustling. The air carried the smell of roasted duck and steamed buns from the food court up front. Customers wove through narrow aisles with baskets full of noodles, bok choy, and durian. Somewhere nearby, a radio played a gentle Mandarin pop song over the hum of conversation.
Henry had a small shopping list clutched in his hand, though it looked more like a cheat sheet for a test he hadn't studied for: soy sauce, sesame oil, ginger, bok choy, dumpling wrappers.
He squinted at the bottles. There were at least twelve different kinds of soy sauce. 'Light, dark, mushroom, premium, sweetened…'
"This is ridiculous," he muttered. "How hard can it be to make stir-fry?"
Still, he had a reason to try. Her name was Chun-Li. That kind of woman would be enough for any man and he figured if he could learn to make a decent homemade Chinese meal, maybe he'd have an excuse to invite her over. "Hey, I cooked Chinese food. Want to see if it's edible?" That sort of thing. Not desperate. Just… hopeful.
He finally grabbed a bottle of soy sauce—probably the wrong one—and turned toward the next aisle.
And froze.
Because standing by the vegetable section, a basket in one hand and a faint smile on her face, was Chun-Li.
For a second, Henry thought he was hallucinating. She looked just as stunning as he remembered—hair tied in those simple ox-horns, her bangs slicked neatly to the side. Today she wore a soft blue jacket over a white top, navy leggings, and flats. Her posture was effortlessly poised, even as she examined a bundle of green onions like a professional chef.
"Uh… hey!" Henry blurted before his brain could stop him.
"Hm?" She turned, blinking in surprise—and then smiled. "Oh my!" A genuine, warm smile that instantly made his chest feel lighter. "Henry! What a surprise."
"Yeah," he said, laughing awkwardly. "I, uh, didn't expect to see you here."
"I could say the same," Chun-Li said, unintentionally waving her basket. "Are you grocery shopping too?"
"Trying to," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Actually, I'm, uh…" Learning to make Chinese food? Too obvious. "...checking out new stores. You know. Gotta experiment."
"I understand."
He glanced at her basket. "What about you? Stocking up for the week?"
She nodded. "Mostly. Li-Fen and I are trying to cook more at home. She's hopeless in the kitchen, though."
"Oh, right, your daughter." Adopted, he reminded himself. Those hips hadn't been used for childbirth yet. "She cooks with you?"
"Oh no. She's smart, brave, but when it comes to cooking—oh, no hope. She burns rice."
Henry chuckled. "Oof. That's a skill."
"I'm not much better," Chun-Li admitted, sighing. "I'm learning, but it's slow going."
"Hey," Henry said, grinning. "Maybe I can teach you sometime."
Chun-Li blinked, surprised, and then smiled wider. "You can cook?"
"Yeah!" Not really, Henry was average at best. "If you ever need tips and tricks, never hesitate to call me."
She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's very thoughtful."
They ended up walking down the aisles together, their baskets slowly filling up. They walked and talked about food, about the neighborhood, about little daily things. Henry found it surprisingly relaxing. Chun-Li wasn't guarded; she just seemed like a woman who'd seen enough of life to appreciate normal moments.
At one point, she caught him staring at a row of noodles. "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh no, nothing. So, uh, out of curiosity, between egg noodles, rice noodles, hand-pulled, flat, round, which is your favourite?"
Chun-Li leaned closer, studying the shelves. "For me?" she asked and then pointed. "Wheat noodles. Easier for beginners like me. They don't clump as much."
"Right, right…"
Henry took them.
As they reached the cashier line, Henry glanced at her and said, "So, since you're here… I might as well ask. You up for a second date?"
Chun-Li blinked, then giggled softly. "You don't waste time, do you?"
"Timing's everything," Henry said, smiling sheepishly. "What do you say?"
She blinked again, questioning if this was happening. Her cheeks went red, she coughed, averted her gaze, and replied, "W-well, I, um…I say yes."
He felt a wave of relief, a stupid grin forming on his face. "Awesome. Great."
They reached the front of the line. The cashier, a bored young man, began scanning items while Chun-Li and Henry continued talking quietly. When the total came up, Henry reached into his wallet.
"I got this," he said.
"Oh, no, you don't need to—" Chun-Li began, waving her hand.
But Henry was already handing over a few bills. "Too late."
She sighed but smiled. "You're quicker than I expected."
"I prefer 'decisive,'" Henry said.
That was when it happened. A harsh voice from behind them cut through the atmosphere: "Hands up! Everyone! Don't move!"
Henry turned and saw a young man, barely twenty, pointing a gun straight at the cashier.
The crowd gasped. Someone dropped a jar; it shattered on the floor. The young robber's hands shook, but his voice was loud and desperate. "Empty the register! Now!"
Henry froze, heart pounding. The cashier's hands trembled as he reached for the till. The gunman's finger twitched on the trigger.
Henry thought it was the end, until Chun-Li spoke up. "Don't do this." Her tone wasn't angry, somhow—just steady. The kind that made people listen.
But still, that was a gun! Henry looked at her as if she was crazy. No amount of kung-fu could help against a gun!
The robber snapped toward her. "Stay out of it, lady!"
Chun-Li took a slow step forward and put a hand on her chest. "You're scared. I can see that. Put the gun down before you hurt someone."
"Back off!" he yelled, pointing the weapon directly at her now.
'Chun-Li—'
And before he could even finish her name, she moved. It happened so fast it barely looked real—a blur of motion. A blur that was her leg sweeping up in a precise arc. Her foot struck the robber's wrist with a crisp crack! The gun flew into the air, spinning once before she kicked again, striking him square in the stomach.
He hit the ground with a groan, out cold before he landed.
The gun clattered harmlessly inside on top of the cash register.
For a moment, the entire store went silent.
Then the cashier let out a shaky exhale. "Holy crap…"
Henry just stood there, blinking. "Y-you just—"
Chun-Li straightened, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve, realizing suddenly that everyone was staring. A faint blush rose to her cheeks. "Oh. Err…"
Henry half-laughed, stunned. "Y-you…you just kicked a gun out of the air! You saved everyone!"
She looked away, embarrassed. "It's just… reflexes. Training."
"Training?" he said, eyes wide. Before he knew it, he was right up to her. He almost wanted to grab her shoulders. He was smiling and thrilled. "What kind of training teaches you that? Were you, like, in the military? A CIA agent? Special forces?"
Her blush deepened. "No, no—nothing like that. Just kung fu."
"Just kung fu?" Henry echoed, incredulous. "Wow! Really? Are you sure!?"
She laughed nervously, waving her hands. "It's true! I—um—practice a lot."
The police sirens wailed faintly outside now, someone must have called it in. Chun-Li turned toward the exit, obviously eager to leave before more questions came her way.
"Anyway," she said, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, "about that second date…"
"Huh? Date?"
"I-I-I'll send you the location! Bye!"
Aaand she ran off.
"...was it something I said?"
***
Following the incident at the Chinese store, she texted him a time and place. It wasn't too far from where they went for their first date. Metro City, Chinatown, nothing new to him anymore.
Henry couldn't believe how nervous he was. It was barely noon in Metro City's Chinatown, the sun high and clean, and he'd been replaying potential greetings in his head for the past ten minutes.
"Hey, good to see you again."
Too stiff.
"Yo, Chun-Li!"
Too casual.
"Wow, you look amazing."
Too desperate.
He sighed, adjusting the strap of the grocery bag slung across his shoulder. He'd brought a few snacks and his camera out of habit and convenience and sort-of wanting to show more of himself. 'Second date,' he thought, 'don't screw this up.'
The path toward Honghu Pavilion, where Chun-Li's kung fu classes were held, wound through a narrow alley lined with paper lanterns and steaming food stalls.
He could already hear rhythmic thwaps echoing from the open courtyard up ahead: students training, calling out moves, the occasional barked "Hai!" cutting through the air.
When he stepped into the square, the scene unfolded like something from a movie.
Off to the side were a dozen students—a mix of adults and kids—were practicing in formation. But they weren't in the middle or matching Chun-Li. They were doing their own thing. Chun-Li, she was under the red pillars of a Chinese gazebo.
He knew she was strong. Two days ago, he saw her stop a robbery like it was nothing. Yet here, in her element, was something else entirely. She wasn't just strong; she was poetry in motion.
After moving her hands, she lifted one leg straight upward in a perfect vertical stretch. Her balance was absolute and her expression calm.
'Holy…' Henry's mind blanked.
He had no idea how someone could be that flexible, that composed, and still look that effortless.
Her right leg was a pillar of sculpted muscle, lifted straight up beside her head in a perfect, unwavering line. The dark-blue fabric of her leggings stretched taut over the immense power of her thigh, hugging every formidable curve before tapering down to her calf.
His eyes, against his will and yet with his complete permission, traveled the impossible length of that leg. They traced the powerful line of her quad, the defined cut of her hamstring, all the way to where her legs met. The tight blue spandex molded to her form, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then, where the flap of her qipao usually hid, was her pussy. He couldn't see it or anything but he could imagine.
'Those legs…and those muscles…they could crush myself…'
Imagine trying to shove his dick in that pussy…!
His dick might have gotten a tad excited.
He was so utterly captivated, so lost in the hypnotic display of her flexibility and watermelon-crushing thighs, that he didn't notice the pointing and giggles of the young student. They had been practicing on their own as Chun-Li instructed. And now they were done, and they saw this random man eyeing their mentor. One younger male snuck up behind Henry.
"Heh…!"
A deft tug, a sudden rush of cool air, and Henry's pants were around his ankles, revealing a pair of bright red polka-dot boxers to the entire courtyard.
A hush fell over the training square, followed by a wave of giggles. The rhythm of the training session broke.
Henry looked down. "Oh no…"
Chun-Li's leg gracefully smacked back down to the ground. She glanced over at the sudden shift in ambience, her brows knitted in mild confusion at the sudden silence. Her dark eyes scanned the scene, landing on Henry, his face burning a shade of crimson that put his underwear to shame, desperately yanking his trousers up.
What was her reaction? A mouth-covered giggle.
It was the polka dot boxers. Goddammit. 'I really should have chosen something else.'
A soft, melodic giggle kept coming from her. "Oh my. How cute." Her voice was laced with equal parts amusement and secondhand embarrassment.
Henry finally got his pants secured, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I, uh… hi. Chun-Li. The date?"
"Yes, I remember and I'm glad you arrived. "Chun-Li approached, a finger raised. "Try to keep your guard up, Henry. Even off the mats."
She winked at him at the end.
As he grunted and fumbled with his belt, his pants fell again. He cursed to himself. It was also enough. She was right there, a foot away from him, and she saw it. The flushed, broad tip of his cock, already half-hard from his earlier viewing, poked free onto his thigh. Chun-Li immediately saw it.
"Oh!"
The same way he was impressed by her thicc thighs, she was impressed and in awe of the tip of his cock. It wasn't close to the full thing, it was but a snippet.
But in this brief exchange, in ten seconds, both gained a great curiosity, lust, respect, and shyness.
Chun-Li's eyes flickered down and then snapped back up to his face, her own cheeks instantly flushing a deep, furious red. She looked away, pretending to adjust a wristband, but the image was seared into her mind.
His belt was back on. Henry apologized profusely. "T-that was totally my bad, I just…" He didn't actually notice his own dickslip. He assumed she was simply red for him. "G-guess your students are pranksters, aren't they?"
"Oh." Her brows suddenly narrowed and she crossed her arms. The students that had laughed and preyed on her date straightened up and shut their jaws. "Oh, don't worry, they won't be pranking any longer."
"Huh?"
Her eyes narrowed more and those students gulp in fear. She made a one-handed wave and they all scattered. Every single one of them, as though they were an ant hive under the authority of their queen. In seconds, their surroundings were filtered and nearly empty.
'Uhhh…?'
Henry looked about, at a loss for words. What the hell was that? That was less of kung-fu instruction and more like the sway of a gang leader…
"Anyway," Chun-Li said, clearing her throat with her arms crossed, "there's been a slight change of plans."
Henry blinked. "Change of plans?"
"Li-Fen…." She smiled brightly and held up a pair of printed tickets, "...apparently decided we need a break."
He tilted his head, reading the glossy lettering. "Azure Coast Resort — Metro Bay."
"Azure Resort?" he said. "That's…kinda far, no?"
"I know, I know." She did look apologetic. "She booked it this morning. Said I needed to 'relax more and stop scaring men off with my training sessions.'"
Henry smiled back. "Sounds like she's looking out for you."
"Or teasing me," Chun-Li muttered, slipping the tickets into her pocket. "She made me promise to use them. And… well, a promise is a promise."
"So," Henry said, half-grinning, "our second date is now a beach trip?"
"It appears so," she said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "If you don't mind."
"Mind?" Henry said. "Well, we do have to buy some swimwear but other than that…" He checked the time. It was barely five. "Yeah, we'll be fine. Did you bring swimwear?"
"Me? Oh, no. I…I probably should have, huh?"
"Ahh, don't worry. We can buy it there. Azure Resort is huge. I went there once to take photos."
She chuckled softly. "Good to know we have an expert then!"
***
The resort was just as Li-Fen's tickets had promised and Henry had remembered. It was clean and scenic with white sand stretching across. Bright parasols dotted the shoreline, families laughed near the shallows, and someone nearby was selling shaved ice from a cart.
Henry and Chun-Li walked along the boardwalk, their footsteps crunching lightly against the sand. The bus ride was nice, but since they were in normal clothes, they had to find the swimwear store, which was coming into distance.
"So," Henry said, "I have to ask. When's the last time you took an actual day off?"
"W-where did that come from?"
"The students really listened to you. I bet you're an alcoholic."
"T-that's not…"
"You mentioned doing an eight-hour shift once."
"Ah…" Chun-Li, embarrassed, had to answer his question and paused to think. "A break, huh? Maybe… two years ago?"
"Two years?" Henry said, incredulous. "You weren't kidding."
She shrugged lightly. "Between teaching, helping Li-Fen, and other… responsibilities, time just slips away."
"Well, you're officially on vacation now," he said. "Doctor's orders."
"Doctor's?" she teased.
"Yep. You're off the clock."
She laughed quietly, shaking her head. "For you, I will listen." She opened the door to the swimwear store, flashing him a smile and citing, "Gentleman first."
Henry chuckled and went in. "Thank you, my lady."
Time to pick out their swim trunks and bikinis and all that. They split into the men and women's section respectively. For Henry, it did not take long at all. He chose black swim trunks and an open loose-fitting long-sleeve orange shirt.
But Chun-Li took longer. Duh, unlike him, there were more components. So he went to her side, asked around, and found out where she was. He knocked on the door. "You ready yet?"
"Not yet. Soon!" she chirped inside.
Henry backed away and waited. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His black swim trunks felt alien, though maybe it was because his dick was trying to act up. 'Stop, calm down, she isn't even out yet.'
He tried to focus on the rows of garish sunglasses in a nearby kiosk, but his mind was a loop of thicc, powerful thighs.
The changing room curtain rustled.
He turned.
Every thought, every coherent word, evaporated from his mind.
Chun-Li stepped out, and the world narrowed to the few square feet of space she occupied. The bikini was… it was barely there. Two small triangles of electric blue fabric struggled to contain the magnificent swell of her breasts, the ties at her neck and back looking dangerously flimsy. The bottoms were a narrow strip of matching fabric that cut high on her hips, doing little to cover the powerful curve of her ass or the prominent, soft mound at the junction of her incredible thighs.
Chun-Li did a little shudder, arms crossed and legs wide. She closed her eyes and muttered, "Colder than I thought.'
'Good god, her hips,' Henry's mind screamed, a silent, desperate mantra. 'Fuck. What kind of fucking cock would you even need to properly fuck a woman built like that?'
He swallowed, his throat a desert. "Wow. Chun-Li. You look… amazing."
Chun-Li beamed, spinning once, utterly oblivious to the nuclear reaction she was causing. The motion made the delicious flesh of her ass and chest jiggle. Never had his dick ever experienced such a hypnotic, devastating display.
"It's comfortable! And so light. Perfect for training stretches on the beach, don't you think?"
"Uh. Stretches. Right." Henry's voice was a strained croak. His body, responding with a primal instinct his brain couldn't hope to control, began to stir. A twitch, a subtle nudge against the confines of his swim trunks.
"It's a bit, uh, revealing, don't you think?" Henry managed to say, his own face hot. He was still completely, blissfully unaware of the growing pressure in his own shorts, his attention wholly consumed by her.
"Is it?" she asked, genuine confusion in her tone. "I suppose the cut is rather high. One moment!" She ducked back behind the floral-print curtain like a retreating soldier, leaving Henry alone with the searing image of her in that tiny blue fabric.
He waited, his heart pounding, ears burning. He still hadn't looked down.
The curtain rustled again.
This time, she exploded onto the scene with a black bandeau top that pushed her breasts up into breathtaking, perfect mounds, their fullness threatening to spill over the top with every slight movement she made. The bottoms were a slightly more substantial cheeky style, but they only served to frame the magnificent globes of her ass, accentuating their powerful, round shape rather than hiding it.
It was, without a single doubt, the hottest thing Henry's dick had seen to get fully hard.
His blood, which had been pounding in his ears, now rushed south with the force of a tidal wave. His cock, already half-hard from the first outfit, now swelled to its full, thick length, straining aggressively against the wet-looking fabric of his trunks. Ten inches of desperate, throbbing need, tenting the material into an obscene, undeniable outline.
Henry…Henry was simply mesmerized. By Chun-Li, by her smile, by the hypnotic sway of her hips as she did a little turn. Consequently, Henry noticed nothing. He only felt a strange, warm tightness, a distant ache he attributed to the overwhelming beauty before him.
Chun-Li's eyes met his, her expression hopeful. "Is this one better?" Her gaze dipped down to gauge his reaction and immediately locked onto the massive bulge straining against his blue shorts. Her mouth formed a perfect, silent 'O'.
There was a pause. A long pause where Henry stared at her body and Chun-Li stared at his cock.
Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, and she bit down, a shiver running through her formidable frame. A warm dampness began to bloom between her own thighs, her body responding to the sheer, evident size of him.
Chun-Li tried to speak, to point, to do anything, but all that came out was a flustered stammer. "I… Henry, your… you're…" She gestured vaguely in the direction of his waist, her face now the color of a ripe strawberry.
"My what?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine, clueless confusion. He was about to glance down—
Splurt!
"Oops. Sorry, mommy."
When the sound of a child way in the back squeezing a water toy ruined it. Henry's head snapped elsewhere and his eyes failed to register what was happening in his own swim trunks. He just shrugged, looking back at Chun-Li, and smiled.
Not realizing his giant boner.
Seeing his confusion, Chun-Li lost her nerve entirely. With a small, choked sound, she spun on her heel and practically fled back into the changing room, the curtain swishing closed behind her. She leaned against the wall, one hand pressed to her racing heart, the other fanning her scorching face.
A minute passed. Henry, his mysterious tightness thankfully subsiding as he watched her retreat, simply stood there. He licked his lips. He was waiting.
The curtain opened for a third time.
This bikini…
"I-it's the most expensive one," Chun-Li said, smiling. Seeing the lack of boner, she was relieved. She put her hands on her hips.
"Y-yeah, I can see that…"
The bikini was made of thick fabric that shined like metal. Golden as it criss-crossed over her body. Frankly, she looked naked. She looked like she was cosplaying for porn rather than fitting for a bikini. Chun-Li, she just didn't notice. Didn't care.
There was a well-designed blue collar and a two-finger thick blue top that crossed over her breasts. It was utterly hot and intoxicating for the male gaze. Henry opened his mouth and asked out of sheer want, "C-can I see the back?"
"Sure!"
Her ass was pretty much out. The back was pretty much a strip of blue cloth that turned golden. It was completely and utterly erection-inducing.
"So? How is it?"
"G-great! A-amazing! But, maybe one that's less…"
Chun-Li put her hands on her hips and nodded before looking down on herself. "Yeah, I can feel it," she said, and he thought she was referring to how close to nudity she was. "Too chill-y. I should put something with a bit more."
Same conclusion, different logic. Chun-Li was…a fascinating woman. She went inside. She actually took longer this time around and popped out a full five minutes later.
"Alright, how about this?"
A training python sprouted out from his crotch. Once again, he couldn't hold back. Yet, once again, he didn't notice. All he could focus on was the woman. Why think or even care about anything else when Chun-Li was in front of you?
The one-piece swimsuit was a masterpiece of deep blue, adorned with subtle gold floral details. The front plunged in a daring, low V that slid all the way down her toned abdomen, a central clip holding the two panels together and drawing the eye irresistibly to the deep shadow between her breasts. The back was a wide, open expanse of smooth, flawless skin, crossed by two sturdy-looking straps that highlighted the powerful musculature of her back and shoulders. A blue garter hugged her formidable left thigh, a hint of her tactical nature.
Her hair was in its signature buns, now adorned with blue flowers. Gold bracelets, a thigh strap, a delicate chain belt on her hip. Every detail was perfect.
And she was staring, her dark eyes wide, her teeth worrying her bottom lip again. Her gaze was fixed, unmoving, on the front of his swim trunks.
"Hm? So?" She crossed her arms and did a little stretch. One hand landed on her hip and the other lay at her side. "Is it…go…od…?"
She trailed off when she saw his erection. When she saw this male completely and totally excited for her. She wasn't that ignorant. The first time around, she saw, she blushed, and she understood what it meant. He was horny for her.
Chun-Li's mouth opened and closed. What else could she say? To this man? To this boner facing her?
What was Henry supposed to say with this beauty facing him?
There was an impasse—
"L-l-let me go pay for these!"
Until Chun-Li ran off to the cashier to buy everything. Henry stood there, shell-shocked. He took a deep breath.
'I…my bag is still in the changeroom,' he suddenly realized. 'My camera is in there. I should go get it. Yeah.'
Yeah. Yep. Mhm.
This was how Henry and Chun-Li distracted themselves from fucking each other right then and there.
***
The golden hour at Azure Coast Resort was a photographer's dream, and Henry was living in it. The setting sun cast a warm, honeyed glow over everything, turning the white sands to glitter and the turquoise water to liquid gold.
Miraculously, he didn't pop a boner in her presence. They walked along the beach, quiet and a tinge awkward. After what happened, there was ignorance and a small misunderstanding. Chun-Li walked two steps ahead, hands locked behind her.
Eventually, they relocated to the outside bar at the beach. Neon lots, dancers, and lightly drunk people mingled.
Chun-Li stood near a pink drink stand, a colorful cocktail in her hand, the deep blue of her one-piece suit a stunning contrast against the pastel-painted wood. She wasn't posing; she was just being. And that was the most potent aphrodisiac of all.
'Maybe I should…' Yeah, he didn't bring the camera for fun. Time to show her something. He pulled his camera from his bag and watched Chun-Li through the viewfinder of his camera. His professional eye warred with the part of him that was just a man, utterly captivated.
"Hey, Chun-Li?" he called out, his voice steady despite the frantic rhythm of his heart. She turned, a question in her dark, expressive eyes. "Let me get a picture of you. The light is perfect right now."
"Oh!" A soft, genuine smile touched her lips. "Of course." She shifted her weight onto one powerful hip, her free hand coming up in a classic, almost shy, peace sign. The pose was so unexpectedly, adorably candid that Henry's dick twitched.
Click.
The shutter of his camera sounded unnaturally loud.
He looked down at the preview screen. The image was breathtaking. Her smile was relaxed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and the peacesign was quite. She looked happy. Truly, unguardedly happy.
"Let me see," Chun-Li said, walking over.
He turned the camera, and she leaned in, her shoulder brushing against his arm. A jolt of electricity, warm and immediate, shot through him at the contact. Her scent—sunscreen, salt, and something uniquely, cleanly her—filled his senses.
"Oh," she breathed, her voice full of quiet wonder. "Oh my! You're amazing at this!"
"T-thanks, although, I mean, I didn't make it do anything," he said, his voice a low murmur near her ear. "It's all you, Chun-Li. The people and the scene make the magic."
She blushed, a beautiful rose color blooming across her milky cheeks, and looked away, taking a sip of her drink. The moment stretched, thick and sweet between them.
'Fuck.' His dick responded with a ruthless, immediate intensity. His swim trunks suddenly felt two sizes too small, the fabric straining against a sudden, urgent hardness.
He couldn't stay. Not like this. It was too obvious, too desperate.
"I, uh… I'll be right back," he stammered, taking a hurried step backward. "Bathroom."
Chun-Li straightened up, her expression one of mild concern. "Is everything alright?"
"Fine! Perfect. Just… nature calls." He gave a tight, pained smile and all but fled across the beach, walking stiffly toward the resort's main building.
Inside the cool, tiled men's room, he splashed cold water on his face. The image of her, bent over and blissfully unaware of the effect she had, was burned onto the back of his eyelids. He was painfully, achingly hard.
After making sure no one was around, he yanked his swim trunks down and looked at himself. His cock was standing at a monstrous ten inches. When he usually measured, it was at nine inches but this woman…
'It's like she chemically changed the way my brain sends blood to my dick. God.'
He lifted his trunks back up, although that didn't stop the erection from fading. He went into the toilet and sat down. He didn't do anything but wait. The urge to jerk off and find relief was a throbbing pulse in his veins, but the thought of leaving her waiting, of breaking this fragile, perfect spell they were under, was worse.
He took a few deep, steadying breaths. 'Calm down, dick. Just…calm down.' It was a long, difficult battle.
When he emerged, the sun was dipping lower. He found her having moved a little, at a small outdoor café with wrought-iron tables, nestled under strings of warm, glowing lanterns. Chun-Li waved him over, her smile easy and welcoming. The earlier tension seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a comfortable calm.
"I took the liberty," Chun-Li said, gesturing to two tall, iced drinks on the table. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got us both the mango-passionfruit."
"Perfect," Henry said, sinking into the chair opposite her, the cold of the glass a welcome shock against his still-warm skin.
For a while, they just talked. He told her about photography, about chasing the light, about the difference a single second can make in capturing a moment forever. She listened, genuinely intrigued, her chin resting on her hand or her hands placed on top of one another.
"So it's not just pointing and clicking," she mused. "It's about… anticipation."
She was an amazing listener. She really was.
"Exactly," Henry said, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "It's about seeing the story before it happens. Right now, for instance, the way these lanterns are casting that soft, golden glow on your face… it's highlighting your cheekbones. It's making your eyes look even deeper. If I took your picture right now, it would tell a story of a beautiful, relaxed woman enjoying a perfect evening."
Chun-Li blushed again, a deeper red this time, and looked down at her drink. A comfortable silence fell, filled only with the distant crash of waves and the soft clinking of glasses from inside the café. The air between them shifted again, growing heavier, charged with something unspoken.
She reached across the small table, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a shockwave straight up his arm. Her skin was warm.
"Henry," Chun-Li called out. She wasn't looking at him, but her fingers stayed on his hand. "This… this has been a really nice day."
"A-agreed."
She took a slow breath, as if steadying herself for a fight. "The last ferry back to the city leaves in an hour."
His heart sank. "Oh. Right. I guess… I guess we should start thinking about heading back."
"Or," she said, finally meeting his gaze. Her dark eyes were wide, earnest, and blazing with a heat that had nothing to do with the setting sun. Her blush was now a full, furious crimson that spread down her neck. "Li-Fen… she didn't just book day passes. She booked a… a package. For the night." Her fingers pressed a little more firmly against his. "There's a bungalow. Right over there on the point. It has… one room."
Henry's mind went completely, utterly silent. The world narrowed to the feel of her skin on his and the desperate, hopeful look in her eyes.
"One room?" he repeated, his voice a hoarse croak. "Only one?"
She bit her lip, a nervous, sexy gesture that made his gut clench. "They… we could ask for a second." She paused, her gaze dropping to his mouth for a fleeting second before locking back onto his eyes. "Only if you want to."
The meaning slammed into him with the force of a physical blow. She wants this. She wants me. She wants to fuck. This wasn't a theoretical maybe-someday. This was a direct, blushing, utterly intoxicating invitation for tonight.
He saw it all in her face: the nervousness, the desire, the same raw, hungry need that was currently making his own hands tremble. This incredible, powerful, gorgeous woman wanted to be with him.
Without a single moment of hesitation, he turned his hand over and laced his fingers through hers.
"I think one room is fine."
***
He was here. He was in a towel. He was practically naked.
'Deep breaths, Henry. Deep breaths.'
It was only their second date and yet somehow he was here.
The soft thump of the shower turning off sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to Henry's core. He sat on the edge of the ridiculously plush bed, the fluffy white towel around his waist feeling like the only thing separating him from complete vulnerability.
'How do I relax?' His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. 'Chun-Li. Chun-Li is in there. Naked. And now she's coming out.'
The bathroom door clicked open with a soft creek, and a plume of steam billowed into the room, framing her silhouette. Henry looked over. He gulped quietly.
She stood there, a towel dwarfed by her incredible figure. It was twisted and tucked just above her magnificent chest, the soft, white fabric straining to contain the full, heavy curve of her breasts. His gaze, helpless, traveled down the toned, milky plane of her stomach, over the gentle flare of her hips, and down to where the towel's hem brushed the top of her supremely powerful thighs and pussy. He could almost see her maiden. Almost. But the towel covered it, if only by an agonizing inch.
'Those thighs…!' They were a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, thick and strong, the kind of legs that could launch a body into the air for a devastating axe kick or, he thought with a dizzying rush, wrap around a man's waist with unimaginable force. Tiny droplets of water glistened down those thighs.
Chun-Li took a hesitant step forward, her nervousness a mirror of his own. "It's, um… it's very steamy in there," she said, her voice a little softer, a little higher than its usual confident tone.
"Looks like it," Henry managed, his own voice a dry croak. He cleared his throat. "You okay?"
Chun-Li gave a small, almost shy laugh. "I am. Just… this is new." She gestured vaguely between them and the bed. She walked over and sat beside him, the mattress dipping under her weight. The scent of clean, floral soap washed over him. "I don't usually… on a second date…"
"Me either," he admitted quickly. "I mean, not that I've had a lot of second dates that… you know. Lead to…" He gestured vaguely at the room's obvious purpose.
The Chinese woman smiled, a genuine, warm curve of her lips that made his stomach flip. "I know." She shifted slightly, and the movement made the towel gape, giving him a breathtaking glimpse of the deep, shadowed valley between her breasts. He quickly looked back at her face, his cheeks burning.
Her dark eyes were fixed on him, tracing the line of his shoulders, the nervous clench of his jaw. "You're very tense, Henry."
"A bit."
"We should do something about that," Chun-Li whispered, her voice dropping into a register that was pure, unadulterated suggestion. She leaned in, her intent clear. Her eyes fluttered shut a moment before his.
The first kiss was tentative, a soft, closed-mouth press of lips. It was sweet, questioning.
"Mmm~!"
Who that came from was impossible to say. Probably both. Then she did it again, a little more firmly, and her hand came up to rest on his bare shoulder. Her skin was so warm.
The third time, his lips parted instinctively, and her tongue, slick and hot, cautiously met his. 'Oh god.' He groaned a little as the kiss deepened, turning from something sweet into something hungry. Her fingers slid from his shoulder into his hair, gripping gently, and he could feel the incredible strength in that simple hold. He kissed her back, his own hands finding her waist, the towel rough under his palms, her skin smooth and hot beneath it.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily. Chun-Li's cheeks were flushed a beautiful pink. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, drifted down his chest, past his stomach, and then went wide.
Oh.
His towel had tented outward, the fabric twitching with the frantic, eager pulse of his cock straining against it.
"Oh my," Chun-Li breathed, a nervous giggle escaping her. She bit her lip, her gaze fixed on that movement. "Is that… for me?"
He could only nod, his throat too tight for words.
Still smiling that curious, impressed little smile, she slid off the bed and onto her knees between his legs. Her hands, those hands that could shatter bricks, hovered over the towel. "May I?"
"Please," he gasped.
With a delicate pull, the towel fell away.
He was already semi-erect, thick and flushed, fighting in the air. It wasn't quiet fully up though. It was a semi-solid eight inches of pure, aching need.
Chun-Li's breath audibly caught. Her eyes were like saucers. She just stared, her lips parted in awe. "Henry… it's… wow."
Her gaze then drifted lower, to the heavy sac beneath. "And these…" she murmured, more to herself than to him. With a touch so feather-light it was almost torture, she cupped his testicles from behind in one hand. He jolted at the contact. "So full," she whispered, her thumb gently stroking the surprisingly soft, wrinkled skin of his scrotum, exploring the two distinct, weighty orbs within. Her professional curiosity was utterly intoxicating.
Each testicle was egg-sized and she gulped at them. She was impressed.
His cock gave another hard, involuntary twitch, and slapped against his stomach. Nine inches now. He didn't want to humiliate himself by instantly getting hard.
Encouraged, she finally wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. Her grip was firm, confident. She gave an experimental pump, her fist moving slowly up, then down. Her skin was so soft, the contrast with her firm grip maddening. He watched, mesmerized, as his dick responded to her completely, thickening, lengthening, rising to its full, straining ten-inch height under her ministrations.
"It's getting bigger j-just from my hand." She looked up at him. "Is it because of me? All of me?"
He followed her gaze. Her own towel, from her kneeling position, had slipped dangerously low. The rounded, perfect swells of her breasts were almost entirely exposed, the dark, taut peaks of her nipples just barely hidden by the precarious fold of fabric. She has no idea. The thought was wildly erotic.
"Yes," he choked out. "It's all because of you, Chun-Li. Your body is… fuck… it's unbelievable."
Hearing his strained confession, she began to move her hand faster, her strokes becoming more sure. A glistening bead of pre-cum welled up from his tip. She paused, fascinated. "What's this?" she asked, her thumb brushing over the slit to collect it. "You're not cumming yet, are you?"
"It's… it's normal," he panted. "Pre-cum. It means I'm… really enjoying this."
A proud, breathtaking smile spread across her face. "Good." She leaned forward, her intention clear. As she moved, the tension on her towel finally gave way. It loosened and slipped down her arms, piling in a damp heap around her knees.
She was completely naked.
Henry's brain short-circuited. Her breasts were magnificent, full and heavy with large, dark areolas and perfectly erect nipples. His eyes trailed down her taut stomach to the neat triangle of dark hair at the junction of her powerful thighs. She was sheer perfection, a warrior's body revealed in all its glory.
Chun-Li seemed to barely notice her own nudity, her entire world narrowed to the thick, veined cock in front of her face. She gripped the base firmly with one hand, her other resting on his thigh for balance.
Chun-Li's warm breath ghosting over his sensitive head. "I've never…done this before, but I want to. I want to suck this huge, beautiful cock."
She tilted her head, her lips, glistening and impossibly inviting, parting. She aimed him toward her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the promise of her hot, wet mouth engulfing him.
"Mwah!"
Her lips met the slick, hypersensitive crown of his cock. It wasn't a deep kiss, just a gentle, closed-mouth press.
It was the gentleness that undid him. The pure, tender affection of the gesture, coming from a woman of her strength, aimed at the most vulnerable part of him. A dam burst deep within his egg-sized nuts.
"Chun-Li—" he tried to warn, but his voice was a strangled gasp.
A hot, pulsing jolt rocketed up his shaft. His hips gave a helpless, tiny buck against her face. And then it happened. A thick, frantic rope of cum erupted from him without any further warning, splattering across her cheek with a wet splurt.
Her eyes, which had been fluttered shut, flew open in wide, stunned surprise.
He couldn't stop. A second spurt, more powerful than the first, caught her full on the lips and the bridge of her nose. Spuuuurt! A third, a fourth, each one a convulsive, unstoppable wave of release, painting glistening white streaks through her dark bangs and across her forehead.
Spurt, spurt, spuuuurt!
Finally, the torrent subsided, leaving him panting, deflating slightly in her hand, his entire body trembling with the force of the unexpected climax. Chun-Li remained frozen on her knees, utterly still, a beautiful, stunned statue spattered with his release.
The silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged breaths. Heat flooded Henry's face, a burning crimson wave of utter mortification. "Oh my god. Chun-Li. I am so sorry. I didn't— I couldn't— Fuck."
He scrambled off the bed, his legs shaky, and lunged for the box of tissues on the nightstand. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened, it was just… you… the beach… your bikini… all day…" he babbled, pulling out a clumsy wad of tissues. He bent toward her, his hand trembling as he reached to clean her face. "I'm so, so sorry."
His tissues hovered just an inch from her skin when she finally moved. Slowly, as if in a trance, she raised her own hand. She dipped a finger into the warm, sticky mess on her cheek and brought it to her eyes, examining the thick, pearlescent fluid with a deep, professional curiosity.
Chun-Li looked at his horrified, apologetic face. She laughed. It wasn't mocking. It was pure, genuine amusement. "Henry," she said, laughter bubbling down and replaced with the kindest smile he had ever seen. "It's okay."
"It is not okay," he insisted, his voice cracking. "I just… all over your face… on our first time…"
"It was a surprise," she admitted, still smiling. She wiped her finger on her thigh, leaving a slick trail. "A big surprise. But…" She looked down at his cock, which, despite his embarrassment, was still impressively hard and twitching in the aftermath. "…it looks like you still like me very much." Her hand wrapped around him again, giving him a firm, reassuring squeeze that made him jolt. Squish.
"I—I do," he stammered, bewildered. "Of course I do."
"Good." Her smile turned playful, a little mischievous. "Then my job isn't finished." She ignored the tissues he was still holding and, maintaining eye contact, leaned forward again.
"Mwah!"
She placed another soft, deliberate kiss right on the tip of his cock, now glistening with a fresh mix of pre-cum and the remnants of his release. She pulled back, her lips now painted with a white gloss. Her pink tongue darted out, slowly licking it clean. Slurp.
"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes widening slightly. "It's… thick. And it tastes… good?"
Henry's brain was melting. "I, uh… I ate some pineapples," he muttered, the words sounding utterly ridiculous.
Chun-Li giggled, a sweet, melodic sound that dissolved the last of his tension. "A good choice." She kissed his shaft then, a series of soft, smacking kisses from the base all the way back to the head. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!"
The kisses were done. His cock was raging red.
With a look of renewed determination, she opened her mouth. This was it. She took the first few inches into her mouth, her hot, wet warmth enveloping him, and he groaned, his head falling back.
'Oh god—!'
Chun-Li pushed deeper, her throat working, but at around four inches, she met resistance. A slight gagging sound echoed around his cock.
"Glk!"
She pulled back, eyes watering, and took a breath. She tried again, pushing herself, taking maybe six inches this time. Her eyes were streaming now, looking up at him with a mixture of struggle and sheer will.
"Chun-Li, wait," Henry gasped, his hands gently cupping her face. "You don't have to… just the tip is amazing. You don't have to take it all."
She slid off with a wet pop, catching her breath. "S-sorry, got eager. G-guess there's other ways to do it, huh?"
"So many other ways," he insisted.
She nodded, a new plan forming in her eyes. She might not have had the experience but she did have the talent. She wrapped both of her hands around the base of his shaft. Her lips then opened and took just the swollen head back into her mouth.
Cue the bobbing and the slurping, and with that, her hands stroking him in a steady, rhythmic motion that was nothing short of divine. Her mouth solely worked on his tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, licking at the slit, sucking gently. Her hands, possessing the precise control of a martial arts master, twisted and pumped his length in perfect counterpoint to the suction of her lips.
"Fuck, Chun-Li… your hands… how are you—?"
Talent. Talent and martial arts. Talent and martial arts and the fact that this was fucking Chun-Li. There was nothing the strongest woman in the world could not do.
Not that Henry was aware that the strongest woman in the world was blowing him…
She increased her pace, her hands becoming a blur, her suction better and stronger. The wet, slick sounds filled the room. The building pressure in his balls was immediate and overwhelming, a tidal wave she was expertly summoning. It was too much, too perfect.
"I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum again…!"
She didn't stop. Chun-Li looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with focused intensity, and doubled her efforts. Hand stroking. Lips sucking. All of it.
It looked like she had been doing this all her life. With the eyecontact, with the efficiency, with the speed, with the combination, no man on the planet could have survived for longer than two minutes.
That was all it took. With a choked cry, his second orgasm ripped through him, even more intense than the first. Thick spurts of cum shot directly into the back of her throat. She tried to swallow, her throat working desperately around him. Inexperienece finally caught up to her.
"Ngggh—! Mmmnnggh! Ggsssskkk!"
The volume was too much, too fast. Half of it spilled out past her lips, adding a fresh, glistening layer to the mess already drying on her chin, her cheeks, her neck.
When he was finally spent, completely empty and panting, she slid off his cock with a final, wet pop. She sat back on her heels, breathing heavily. Cum dripped from her chin. Her face was a canvas of his pleasure. Chun-Li looked utterly debauched.
And she was smiling. A wide, genuine, blissful smile, her tongue lolling out slightly to catch a stray droplet.
In total, Henry lasted fifty seconds.
The last tremors of Henry's climax were still echoing through him when he found his voice. He was awestruck. "That was… Chun-Li, you were incredible."
She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, a gesture that was somehow both utterly lewd and endearingly innocent. "Your face was worth it," she said, her smile softening. "The way you looked… I've never made anyone feel like that before."
He shifted on the bed, his dick, well, still humming. Still hard. A new, different kind of nervousness took hold, one mixed with a powerful, surging need to give her the same earth-shattering pleasure. "Can I… can I try? I want to make you feel that good."
Her dark eyes widened slightly, a faint blush returning to her cheeks. Chun-Li glanced down at her own naked body, as if suddenly self-conscious. "You want to… with me?"
"More than anything," he breathed, his sincerity palpable.
A slow, tentative smile touched her lips. "Okay. Yes. Please."
She moved to get up and she seemed graceful even while covered in his cum. Henry gently stopped her with a hand on her arm. He wanted to gain control and he guided her to crawl and lie back on the plush comforter on his terms. His hand was a warm, reassuring weight on her shoulder as he eased her down. She went willingly, her body relaxing into the mattress, her eyes locked on his.
He was above her, one hand on her shoulder and one hand resting on her stomach. That hand drifted lower, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path toward her pussy. She tensed for a fraction of a second, a tiny, sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth. His index and middle fingers were going up and down, up and down, teasing her.
"Is this okay?" he murmured, his fingers pausing just at her entrance.
"Yes," she gasped, her head nodding against the pillow. "It's just… your fingers are so much… bigger."
He smiled, leaning down to brush a kiss against her shoulder. "Good." He didn't push inside. Not yet. He simply let his middle finger rest there, applying the slightest pressure, feeling the incredible, slick heat of her. She chewed on her lips. She had never done anything like this before.
He began to move his finger in a slow, circular motion, exploring her outer lips, tracing her folds. The sensation was so different from her own touch. His fingers were longer, thicker, his touch was confident and sure. Every tiny movement caused a soft, shuddering sigh out of her.
"You're so wet for me already, Chun-Li," he whispered. "So wet and hot. I'm glad."
"It's because of you," she moaned, her own hands gripping the bedsheet. "The things you were saying… the way you looked at me…"
He finally, slowly, pushed one finger inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around him instantly, a tight, velvet fist. Squelch. Her back arched off the bed, a sharp, breathy cry torn from her throat. "Henry!"
God, she was tight. He stayed in there, loving the feel of her, by the way her cunt held him. He began to move his finger, a slow, steady in-and-out rhythm. He curled it slightly, searching, and when he found that rough, hidden patch of heaven inside her, he pressed down.
Her reaction was instantaneous and violent. Her entire body seized up, her powerful thighs slamming together and trapping his arm. Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and overwhelming sensation. "W-what was that?" she cried out, her voice strangled. "H-Henry?"
"That's a good spot," he said, his own cock skyrocketing at her response. Pre-cum oozed out while he kept his finger there, rubbing it in firm, relentless circles.
"A good— ah!— a good spot?" she panted, her hips beginning to move against his hand of their own volition. "It feels… it feels like everything."
He added a second finger, stretching her wonderfully. She was so slick, his fingers slid in effortlessly. Schlllp. He scissored them gently, and she whimpered, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. "T-this is—w-wait! I'm not sure if I'm ready—!"
"You are."
The rhythm of his hand became faster. Like her, he became better. The wet, filthy sounds of his fucking filled the room, a lewd counterpoint to her ragged breaths.
"I can't… I'm going to…" Her words dissolved into a high, keening moan. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her legs, which had been clamped around his arm, fell open, trembling uncontrollably.
She came. Chun-Li actually orgasmed.
Her orgasm stole her voice, her body bowing up from the bed as a silent, powerful scream was etched on her face. He felt her inner walls convulse around his fingers, a rapid, milking pulse.
Chun-Li's pussy fluttered. Her pussy squired. She clenched down.
He gentled his touch as the waves subsided, slowly sliding his fingers out. Sliiip. She collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, her chest heaving. A dazed, utterly embarrassed smile was on her face.
Now, she was suddenly in his position. She only lasted forty seconds.
"That was… so fast," she whispered, covering her eyes with her arm. "I'm sorry."
"Don't you ever apologize for that," Henry said, smiling. "You're so beautiful when you cum."
"Nnngh, that's…"
He flung himself over. The sight of her, flushed and trembling from her climax, was too much to bear. He hooked his hands under her powerful thighs—those magnificent, legendary thighs—and pushed them apart, spreading her wide open for him. She gasped at the sudden exposure, her hands flying down in a feeble attempt to cover herself.
"No," he said gently, moving her hands away. "Let me see you. Let me taste you."
He lowered his head, but not to her center. First, he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh. He could feel the solid, corded muscle beneath the incredibly soft skin. He nipped it gently, then soothed the spot with his tongue, licking a slow, deliberate path upwards.
He moved to the other thigh, repeating the torturous, slow journey with his mouth until he was nestled perfectly between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core. He looked up her body, meeting her wide, embarrassed eyes.
"You're so perfect here, Chun-Li," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her slick, swollen folds. "So pink and wet and ready for me."
And then he buried his face in her.
His tongue, flat and broad, swept through her soaked slit from bottom to top in one long, firm lick. Chun-Li's reaction was a choked-off shriek. Her hands flew to his head, not to push him away, but to clutch at his hair. "Henry! Oh, gosh!"
He zeroed in on her clit, that hard, aching pearl of nerves, and began to flick his tongue over it with rapid, precise movements. Flickflickflick. Her hips bucked off the bed, but he held her down firmly, his grip on her thighs unyielding. He alternated his technique, swirling his tongue around it, then sucking it gently into his mouth.
"Your tongue… it's so… oh god, don't stop!" she begged, her voice cracking. The embarrassment was gone, burned away by a pleasure so intense it was borderline painful. "Right there! Lick me right there!"
He was relentless, drinking from her, his tongue delving inside her entrance to taste her deeply before returning to worship her clit. He ate her pussy with a sloppy, perfect wetness.
The second orgasm built faster than the first, a terrifying tidal wave of sensation with no warm-up. She could feel it coiling in the pit of her stomach, and she tried to warn him, but all that came out was a broken sob. "I'm— I'm gonna— aaaah!"
Chun-Li broke on a scream as she came again. She was shaking and not from exhaustion or from anything fighting related. The strongest woman on the planet shook because her date ate her pussy out. Her thighs, those powerful weapons, clamped around his head, trapping him against her as she shuddered and pulsed against his lips.
When she finally went limp, her legs falling away, Henry lifted his head. His chin was glistening. He looked down at her, at her completely wrecked, blissed-out expression.
"How…" she panted, trying to catch her breath, her face a cute masterpiece of flustered confusion. "How are you so good at that?"
Henry just grinned, wiping his mouth. "I do my best. Plus…"
Smack!
"The main event has yet to arrive."
"Ah…"
Her pupils may have momentarily became heart-shaped because her heart seemed to be lost in her chest. The world and her heart was pounding like crazy as Henry's monster ten inch cock smacked against her pussy repeatedly.
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