Timeline?: Sort of based within KoF XI, but not explicitly suggested... this is based on a 'special intro' has against certain 'well-endowed' ladies on the roster.
The stage was set yet again for the King of Fighters tournament, and the Psycho Soldier Team had themselves a bit of 'new blood' – in the delicate, petite and passionate form of Momoko.
It was a lucky strike of opportunity that she was picked as the first in the team-order, as the prelims began.
With a flip and a handspring, let the wind whip away her bunny-ear sweater as she made what she considered a 'dazzling' entrance
"Here comes Momoko~!"
"Oh wow... aren't you a tad lass~"
There was the first obstacle in Momoko's KoF debut; the Lillien Queen, Bonne Jenet. However, it wasn't the overall presence of the rebellious blonde that took the dancing fighter's attention.
It was a few inches lower than the Englander's eyes – at the comparatively sizable bosom that welcomed Momoko when she least expected it.
From the Psycho Soldier team's point of view, Momoko's teammates were looking on in confusion as she stood almost frozen.
"Uhhh... is she okay?" asked Kensou.
"She's probably just got stage-fright," Athena answered. "She'll be fine... I hope?"
As they spoke, Momoko was trying to shake off the nerves with the peppy motion in her hips
But deep inside she knew, the 'size difference' between her and Jenet made her feel too 'kid-like', the type of feeling she didn't want in a place like this.
She wished she had the kind of strawberry creams her opponent had.
So the first match wasn't exactly what lil' Momo wanted. Thankfully she had her friends to help clear out the opposition...
But then the Agent Team came into play.
And it was arguably tougher to swallow.
"Vanessa, could you... not be doing this, right now?"
Blue Mary was completely unable to tame her redheaded partner, whose motherly senses attracted her to Momoko's small presence.
"Awww, but look at her, Mary~! She almost reminds me of my kid..."
The boxing babe was busy petting Momoko's hair, which was kept from absolute messiness by the pink headband.
"I-I'm no k-kid~!"
Momoko was almost struggling with words – her face was going embarrassingly red, and her eyes wanted to do more of the talking for her, and they were faced with two obstacles this time.
It was already enough when Vanessa's chest was within inches from pushing in on Momoko's face – but Mary had a pair of her own that was barely kept within her tube-top.
There were four meatbuns wiggling almost freely within her sight, and Momoko's appetite grew despite her better judgement.
Her partners were again left out of the situation, merely witnesses to Momoko's misadventures.
"Uhhh, Athena...?" Kensou was a little more nervous this time.
Athena answered back, nodding. "I know what I'm seeing... Honestly, I feel for her."
"I'm with you, amigos..."
Then there was the luchador Ramon, the one man in the Agents team with his own reasons to feel left out.
"Sometimes I wish Vanessa gave me attention like she does for that kid..."
Okay... the Agents Team was a tougher challenge, but Momoko and her friends managed to pull through (even if cleanup was mostly relied upon leader Athena).
Hopefully, this time, she was dealt a less... bouncy hand.
"This girl is a 'Psycho Soldier' now? Hmph... this could be interesting..."
Disregard – this was perhaps the bounciest it had gotten, as Elisabeth Blanctorche entered the fray as leader of her own team, with an attire that probably left the least to imagination when it came to the 'goods' she carried.
This time, Momoko had already lost.
Her eyes were firmly locked on the chest of the enemy – and it struck her so hard that she was now left drooling in mezmerization.
Looking at big, beautiful French pillows~
All of a sudden, Momoko was hugging Elisabeth's body the tighest she could, her head half-buried within the noblewoman's milkbags – the dancing wildchild couldn't take it anymore, and she was left to want.
Elisabeth's face sat in dreadful disapproval, knowing that her first year in the KoF tournament shouldn't have led to this.
Duo Lon and Benimaru, repping the rest of Elisabeth's team, were looking on in confusion – as though hundreds of question mark filled their brains.
And as for Kensou and Athena – they were probably the most surprised. Now that they knew just what was on Momoko's mind this whole tournament.
"Athena?"
"Yes, Kensou?"
"...Is it bad that I wish I was her right about now?"
And then Kensou was promptly elbowed so hard in the gut by the Psycho Soldier, that he could again taste this afternoon's meatbun meal in his throat.
This is the second 'Shin Nihon Shitposts' chapter in a row where someone has their face in Elisabeth's tits.
Can you tell why I like her yet?
