This was sort of an inevitability after Luong's trailer featured her actually interacting with Shermie. That and they're one of the side-ships that I ended up forming in the SNK Heroines fic.

Trust me, I'll be getting to the next chapter of that fic eventually.


Throughout the years of KoF, there have been many who could be labeled as 'total eye-candy' – most of which, obviously, were those among the female fighters. It was often quite the occasion when two of those gorgeous ladies made contact within the tournament battles...

"Ooo-la-la~ What do we have here?"
"Aheh~ I could almost say the same for you..."

This was the first contact between the modern-day sex-symbol Luong and the vintage beauty Shermie – now that the obstacle of 'being dead' wasn't keeping the redhead from competing, there was even less stopping her from mingling with the other 'bombshells' in the brackets.

Luong scanned her opposition's body and costume... "All this fluff and leather – you must know a thing or two about fashion, huh?"

"Oh this? Just trying something new since it's been so long," responded Shermie, instinctively posing for an imaginary photoshoot. "Why? Find something you like?"

"Don't hide your own feelings; you can't stop looking at me either, can you?" Luong flourished in her own seductive way, knowing beyond the shielding bangs, Shermie liked what she saw.

The French grappler giggled. "Guilty..."

"Hmm. I like you..." Luong smiled back.


A minute later...

"So what happened?"
"With what? How I've been gone so long?"

"Yes," Luong answered.
Her curiosity led her to wonder what kept the other dame from competition for so long.
"From all I heard, it felt like you just went back home..."

Shermie's answer was not the expected kind.
"No, I died, actually."

"And very violently, too."

Luong eventually laughed it off despite putting on an initial expression of bafflement. "Well, you're alive now, that's all that counts." Surprisingly, she was only slightly fazed from the knowledge.

Shermie laughed in return. "Oh, don't worry; I made peace with that long time ago..." She was really enjoying life now that her second chance allowed her a look at how beauty would evolve into, 30 years later...


Another minute later...

"No, it seems like you have more meat on your bones there – tell me, is it more effective?"
"I'd say the same about you; you're a little taller – what's your reach?"

Now the very fanservicey conversation had devolved to a thiccness-measuring contest – Luong and Shermie were almost connected at the hip as they pressed their legs together to mark comparison.

"Ooh~! Don't get too eager now..." Luong felt a slight hip-to-hip bump.

Shermie just kept grinding the side of her booty, however. "This is just my 'feeling-out process' – I always want to know how much a chick squirms when faced with me~"

Luong eventually started shifting herself against the rivaling anatomy.
"You're really not being subtle with this, are you?"

"Girl, if there's anything I never was in all of my life, it's 'subtle'."
Shermie's devious little smile gleamed at Luong with a shine that was as bright as a light that you just couldn't look away from.

The forbidden fruit was a beautiful one – imagine being able to taste it...


Yet another minute later...

Luong and Shermie were now Frenching in full-force, sprawled on the ground as an interlinked pair of bodies, as they explored each other's curves with their hands – along with one's tongue in the other's mouth.

The match was officially at a stalemate due to how long the ladies had gone without fighting – and the respective Taekwondo and Orochi teams were left on equal level for as long as this went on.

"I don't like this – not one bit..."
Taekwondo Team leader Kim Kaphwan was seated on the ground, away from the 'combat', inspecting in skepticism while looking relatively disgusted.
"Clearly, they're trying to drive a stake through our team... Master, we need to figure out a way to bring Luong back 'down to Earth' and—uhh... master?"

Much to Kim's bafflement, mentor Gang-il was in too deep with his 'studies', examining his lover's current fling with Shermie with a hand beneath his bearded chin and way too much flowing through in his 'imagination'.
"You know... I've always wondered how well I'd handle a threesome..."

Kim's arm strength, regularly inferior to his footwork, was at its peak power at the moment, if simply just to facepalm as hard as he could.


"I think we just lost our girl, Chris."
Yashiro crossed his arms, knowing all too well that there was no breaking Shermie away from things whenever she saw something she wanted to snog with.
"You think we should just notch this up as a 'draw' and try again on the rematch? ...C-Chris...?"

Chris couldn't respond – he was too busy staring at the two ladies wrestling around lovingly in a knot of strong legs and chests squishing up against each other. It was damn near hypnotizing.

A light drip of blood was falling out of his nose – as more rushed down to help stiffen certain lower regions.

After noticing, Yashiro glanced away, preferring to turn a blind eye to the entranced witness to such steaminess. "Uh... nevermind."
He ultimately opted to leave Chris to his hormonal awakenings.


Yeah, I kinda just defaulted to the XIV version of Kim's team since Luong is the only character revealed in XV so far, who could be on the team – on the other hand, I feel like Gang-il might either be gone from the roster entirely or moved to a 'Masters Team' akin to the '98/2002 Dream Matches.

Anyways, uh, I imagine this satisfied someone's imagination out there, somewhat...