Sumi Tsukamoto's passion for martial arts ensured that she had no room for stray thoughts once she entered a sparring state.
Seeing the performance of the short-haired beauty before him, Yuu Hoshimiya couldn't help but praise her inwardly.
With such a sincere heart for the martial path, it was no wonder Sumi Tsukamoto had achieved so much.
"Sumi, try attacking me with everything you've got first." A gentle smile played on Yuu Hoshimiya's face.
He had naturally switched to calling her by her given name to build intimacy.
Sumi Tsukamoto was stunned for a moment, and then an even more brilliant smile blossomed on her face.
Yuu Hoshimiya had always been so polite that she couldn't help but feel a bit restrained.
"Yes, Teacher Hoshimiya!"
Sumi Tsukamoto's small face was full of battle spirit as she responded loudly and charged forward.
Frontal strike... Side strike... Roundhouse kick...
She unleashed her karate techniques one by one, stirring up gusts of wind, but just like in the club dojo, she couldn't land a single hit on Yuu Hoshimiya standing before her.
Yuu Hoshimiya moved as if taking a stroll in a courtyard, anticipating every move; he avoided her attacks with only slight shifts in position.
Finally, having seen enough, Yuu reached out and captured Sumi Tsukamoto's right wrist.
With a slight exertion of force, most of the girl's strength was neutralized, and her offensive instantly crumbled into fragments.
Seeing this, Sumi Tsukamoto was not discouraged at all; she pulled back to create distance, clenched her fists, and attacked again.
One-hand grip... Shoulder grip... Frontal strike...
Just as she was about to execute a shoulder-grip frontal strike, Yuu Hoshimiya gave a light push, breaking the balance of her hips.
Sumi Tsukamoto immediately fell forward onto Yuu Hoshimiya.
A bosom full of soft jade!
"This won't do, Sumi. You're too impatient; you won't be able to hit me like this."
Sensing the two powerful pectoral muscles in front of her and smelling the thick masculine scent radiating from Yuu Hoshimiya, Sumi Tsukamoto's small face instantly flushed with shame, and she tried to get up.
Unexpectedly, Yuu Hoshimiya's large hand went directly around her slender waist and flipped her over.
Yuu Hoshimiya's body pressed against Sumi Tsukamoto's back, while his other hand grabbed her right hand, helping her perform the one-hand grip posture.
Sumi was dazed for a moment before realizing Yuu wanted to guide her; she hurriedly tried to focus her mind to follow his instruction, but found it impossible.
Scorching heat was transmitted from where their bodies pressed together; Sumi Tsukamoto had never been this close to any man in her life. Her heart was pounding so fast she couldn't stay calm.
She listened to Yuu Hoshimiya's gentle voice behind her, his breath falling right on her earlobe.
"The one-hand grip is very flexible, but this move is all about precision. It should be... executed... like... this..."
Yuu Hoshimiya's voice seemed to grow quieter, and Sumi Tsukamoto felt like a marionette, sensing the startling heat radiating from his large hands.
She suddenly recalled the scene in the girls' restroom when Yuu Hoshimiya's towering body had pressed against the tall and sexy Sayuri Matsumoto, grabbing that rounded ankle and lifting it high...
Suddenly, Sumi Tsukamoto felt a wave of itchiness coming from the soles of her feet; this itch climbed upward, lingering over her entire body.
Her small face was flushed, and a misty glaze appeared in her amber eyes.
Sumi Tsukamoto remembered Yuu Hoshimiya holding Sayuri Matsumoto in his arms, the ferocious impacts, and then pinning her against the door to take her from behind.
The images in her mind became clearer and more profound.
Looking at the clearly aroused Sumi Tsukamoto, Yuu Hoshimiya was somewhat surprised.
He had teased her intentionally, but his movements were still relatively proper without much contact. How did she end up like this?
She was far too sensitive...
He naturally didn't know it was because Sumi Tsukamoto was recalling the live erotic show he had performed, and had even cast herself as the heroine while masturbating afterward.
As a result, as soon as she was teased now, she instinctively projected herself back into that scenario.
Martial artists already possessed strong bodies and high desires.
Sumi Tsukamoto was exactly at the age of sexual awakening; with all these factors combined, she had almost zero resistance to Yuu Hoshimiya's teasing.
Even her pure heart for the martial path couldn't suppress the restless flames within her body.
However, Yuu Hoshimiya didn't let go; the instruction had to continue.
His right hand rested on Sumi's right thigh, sensing the smoothness through the fabric. "Sumi, the knee-walking technique you just used was also wrong. It should be like this; the calf needs to be arched, otherwise the power of the knee-walk becomes very poor."
In the martial arts dojo, Yuu Hoshimiya's palm left Sumi Tsukamoto's thigh and moved to her abdomen.
"Sumi, whether it's karate or other techniques, powerful martial arts can win with one strike. The key lies in the unity of body and spirit, as if natural. You need to combine yourself perfectly with your surroundings. Follow my breath and begin to meditate."
Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Sumi Tsukamoto's face was so red it looked like it would bleed. Hearing Yuu say this, she began to breathe in sync with him.
Inhaling, their bodies expanded slightly at the same time; exhaling, they contracted together. Gradually, their breathing and heart rates became perfectly synchronized.
Yuu Hoshimiya's heartbeat was like a heavy drum, striking Sumi Tsukamoto's mind beat by beat until her mind contained nothing but that rhythm.
Yuu Hoshimiya's hand on Sumi Tsukamoto's abdomen began to climb upward slowly. "Yes, just like that. Let it happen naturally."
Sumi Tsukamoto only felt a heatwave rising from her abdomen until Yuu Hoshimiya's hand stopped at her chest.
Standing behind Sumi, Yuu Hoshimiya's face broke into a smile. He opened his large hand and instantly gripped a mound that was incredibly elastic; though only a handful, its firmness was top-tier.
Sumi Tsukamoto's state of tranquil meditation was shattered instantly. Her heart raced, her face burned with shame, and she reached out to push Yuu Hoshimiya. "Teacher Hoshimiya, what are you doing? Don't be like this, let me go."
But she didn't realize her hands had no strength at all; her words sounded more like flirtatious banter.
Initially, Yuu Hoshimiya had planned to take it slow, gradually winning over this genius karate beauty...
But plans couldn't keep up with changes.
Now that he discovered Sumi Tsukamoto was so sensitive and her heart was already stirred—and knowing from his testing that she didn't truly resist his touch—Yuu Hoshimiya wasn't going to let this opportunity slip.
"How could I easily let go of a girl as cute as Sumi?"
Yuu Hoshimiya leaned his mouth close to her ear, his magnetic voice drilling into her mind. As his warm breath hit her earlobe, Sumi Tsukamoto's resistance grew weaker and weaker.
Sumi Tsukamoto's hands immediately lost their strength. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and she actually began to respond slowly.
Their tongues became entangled. Yuu Hoshimiya swallowed the sweetness from Sumi Tsukamoto's mouth while his left hand wandered, kneading her breast into various shapes.
Yuu Hoshimiya felt that the martial arts uniform was in the way. His hand slid nimbly through Sumi's collar, pushed aside her undershirt, and gripped that handful of a breast. The nipple on top was already hard.
Knowing today's private instruction might be high-intensity, Sumi Tsukamoto hadn't gone braless as usual, but unexpectedly, the final result was still "vacuum" (no bra).
"Ah!"
With her chest attacked, Sumi Tsukamoto felt an unbearable itch throughout her body. She hugged Yuu Hoshimiya tightly, who seemed to radiate scorching heat, her eyes becoming lustful.
Yuu Hoshimiya's right hand reached down, nimbly unfastened her black martial arts pants, and pulled them down with effort. Two long, slender thighs appeared before him. His right hand stroked them; they were as smooth as silk.
Yuu Hoshimiya let go of Sumi Tsukamoto's mouth and moved his target to her exquisite face.
He kissed his way down from her chin to her neck and collarbone...
Then, with a pull of his left hand, the white martial arts top was thrown open.
The "big white rabbits," completely freed from restraint, began to assert their presence, swaying and trembling, vividly displaying the term "giant breasts."
Two pink pearls were suspended atop the snow-white mountains.
This was the unique charm of a high school beauty's youthful body.
Yuu Hoshimiya's powerful hands vigorously massaged Sumi Tsukamoto's virgin peaks.
Sumi Tsukamoto only felt her breasts swelling. Especially at the tips, the snow-white softness was experiencing a man's caress for the first time, filled with pleasure and bouncing incessantly.
The tops of her pear-shaped breasts were a deep red aura, with engorged crimson pearls standing tall.
Yuu Hoshimiya unceremoniously opened his mouth and bit down.
Whether it was psychological or not, he felt they tasted sweet. His incredibly agile tongue flicked and teased these pink pearls.
Sumi Tsukamoto instantly let out a moan much louder than any she made during combat.
"Ah... it's swelling... so uncomfortable... ugh..."
Yuu Hoshimiya's left hand gripped the other elastic breast while his right hand climbed up from Sumi Tsukamoto's thigh, nimbly exploring the area of the "fragrant grass."
Yuu Hoshimiya found the tight pure white panties in his way. With a forceful pull of two fingers, he ripped them apart.
The valley was already flowing with moisture. His fingers gently teased those two pink labia; the slippery sensation was addictive.
When had Sumi Tsukamoto ever encountered such stimulation in her life? Her moans grew louder as Yuu Hoshimiya's finger followed the wetness and slid inside.
Tight! It was an extreme tightness!
Sumi Tsukamoto cried out at the invasion of the foreign object. She arched her body to look, her mouth instinctively resisting: "Dame..."
Yuu Hoshimiya was a veteran of a hundred battles; he knew exactly what to do.
He tilted his head again and kissed Sumi Tsukamoto's mouth, using a passionate kiss to plunge the beauty into a boundless sea of lust once more.
Yuu Hoshimiya's tongue launched an attack while the middle finger below began to twitch and move slowly.
With the dual-pronged attack, Sumi Tsukamoto's soul shattered; she had no strength left to resist.
"Ah... so good... oh... it... feels... so good... mmm hum..."
His right middle finger was like an explorer in a muddy honey path. Yuu Hoshimiya's left hand left Sumi Tsukamoto's chest and grabbed the black belt at his waist, ripping it open to reveal his sturdy body.
He pulled down his loose karate gi. The dragon had long been roaring—the twenty-plus centimeter dragon was bulging with veins, ferocious to the extreme, radiating a suffocating aura.
This dragon had long since awakened, its internal flames hard to extinguish. It needed a dark, water-filled place to swim freely.
Yuu Hoshimiya felt it was time. He slowly slid his middle finger out, smeared the moisture on her pink petals, and then slowly shifted his body to adjust his posture.
Engrossed in the passionate kiss, Sumi Tsukamoto didn't notice Yuu Hoshimiya's movements. Her hands were clamped tightly around his neck.
The dragon arrived at the dark cave entrance. The pink petals opened one by one as if welcoming their king.
A smile tugged at the corner of Yuu Hoshimiya's mouth. With a thrust of his hips, the dragon roared and charged inside, instantly shattering a layer of shielding. Blood flowed out.
When had Sumi Tsukamoto ever suffered such an attack? Her eyes widened, her amber pupils contracting repeatedly in a look of utter disbelief.
She lowered her head and saw that Yuu Hoshimiya's massive root was already completely buried inside her body. Pain and pleasure exploded simultaneously.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much... ah..."
The tightness of a virgin meeting an absurdly outsized weapon—it was only because Sumi Tsukamoto's physical fitness was extraordinary that she didn't faint instantly.
A stream of blood ran down Sumi Tsukamoto's plump buttocks, blooming like a crimson flower on the white martial arts gi.
Sumi Tsukamoto didn't know how long it had been since she felt such unforgettable pain. For a moment, her entire world seemed to turn into a blank void.
She had practiced karate since childhood; injuries were commonplace, and even a bone fracture was something she'd just grit her teeth through.
But at this moment, she nearly lost control of her body from the pain.
Yuu Hoshimiya caressed Sumi Tsukamoto's towering breasts and kissed her lips, while silently using magic to heal and stimulate her.
Slowly, Sumi Tsukamoto felt the pain subside, replaced by soreness, numbness, and an intense itch.
The genius karate beauty began to twist her body while panting coquettishly.
The great battle didn't cease until three hours later.
Yuu Hoshimiya and Sumi Tsukamoto changed back into their original clothes and walked out of the dojo together. However, the scene was now completely different from when they entered in the morning.
Sumi Tsukamoto was like a devoted little wife, her hands tightly clutching Yuu Hoshimiya's arm. Her exquisite face was flushed, and a trace of shyness flashed across her features from time to time.
Yuu Hoshimiya liked Sumi Tsukamoto's straightforward, slightly martial-obsessed personality. After discovering he could reach a contract with her, he did so directly.
Then came the usual explanations.
After understanding everything, Sumi Tsukamoto was completely at ease.
She didn't regret giving herself to Yuu Hoshimiya at all; she just hadn't known how to face Ran Mouri.
Now that she knew the truth, those concerns vanished.
The two didn't continue the private instruction. Instead, they had lunch and spent the rest of the day on a proper date.
There would be plenty of opportunities for dual cultivation or private instruction in the future.
Today was an important day for Sumi Tsukamoto. Red bean rice was unnecessary, but a commemorative date to deepen their feelings was essential.
Like a young couple, they went to a movie and kissed passionately in the theater. It wasn't until nearly nine in the evening that Yuu Hoshimiya drove Sumi Tsukamoto home.
As they were about to part, Sumi Tsukamoto's eyes were full of reluctance. She said, "Teacher Hoshimiya, when I go to college, can I move in and live with you?"
Yuu Hoshimiya rubbed Sumi Tsukamoto's shoulder-length hair, pulled her into his arms, and said softly, "Of course. In fact, I'd be delighted."
"Actually, if you want, you could move in now."
For Sumi Tsukamoto, high school graduation was just around the corner, but Yuu Hoshimiya knew that in this world, that day might not come for a very long time.
Sumi Tsukamoto's face turned slightly red at his words, and a look of longing appeared in her eyes, but she soon sighed.
"No, it's not long now. If I move now, it would be hard to explain to my parents."
"Teacher Hoshimiya, wait for me. I can move out during college, and I'll move directly into your home then."
"Alright, I'll wait for you." After saying that, the two kissed again.
Although they couldn't live together for now, he could still provide Sumi Tsukamoto with "private instruction" whenever he wanted.
And her parents were indeed a problem.
Not just for Sumi Tsukamoto, but other beauties had similar issues—they couldn't explain the real situation to their guardians.
Until now, outsiders like Conan and Kogoro Mouri had no idea about the real relationship between Yuu Hoshimiya and the women around him.
They thought his only girlfriend was Ran Mouri, and at most, he was just a popular guy who was frequently ambiguous with the beauties he met.
In Japan, it was considered normal for a man to have such ambiguities with many beautiful women; rather, it was seen as a symbol of capability and charm.
Kogoro Mouri, who flirted everywhere, was one thing. Even the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo was known to be intimate with socialites at various banquets, returning home covered in perfume scents and lipstick marks.
It was only because Yukiko wasn't his "real" wife in this timeline that she didn't have to endure it.