Peko Demolishes Mahiru and Akane

BAM! WHAM! POW! The sounds came reverberating from the gym adjacent to Peko's training dojo.

Peko gritted her teeth- all she'd wanted was a little peace and quiet- and this was what she got? The flawed potion Hiyoko had gave her had faded a little, allowing Peko to restrain herself a bit more, but it certainly wasn't completely gone, and she still had a burning desire to low blow more people. She was trying to meditate the urge away, but the cacophony next door was making it impossible to stay serene. The more loud crashing sounds came from the neighboring room, the more Peko's potion-addled temper worsened- until it finally boiled over.

"That's it!" Peko growled, grabbing her sword. "Those fuckers are going to pay!" She burst out into the hallway and ran to the gym door- only to find it was locked.

"Damn it!" Peko kicked the door in frustration.

Then she thought to peer through a narrow window nearby. Inside, she could see Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast and notorious troublemaker, battling Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Team Manager in an intense fight. Standing nearby on the bleachers was Mahiru Koizumi, the Ultimate Photographer, taking pictures of the fight. Peko identified the source of the trouble immediately.

"That damned Akane!" Peko muttered to herself. "I'll teach her a lesson when she comes out then! Hm, I better wait outside the entrance of the girl's locker room then!"

When, at long last, the sounds of battle finally faded, Peko could hear chatter and footsteps in the girl's locker room. She tensed her grip on her sword handle, and her eyes became wickedly cross-eyed as she readied to strike.

Minutes later, Mahiru and Akane came out of the locker room together, still talking excitedly.

Without a word, Peko swung her sword in a speedy ambush.

Akane spotted Peko incoming at high speed from the corner of her eye, and dodged in a flash. But she wasn't even Peko's first target.

The bamboo blade thrust straight through the front lower brim of Mahiru's skirt and punched straight into the redhead's clit with tremendous force.

Mahiru's eyes widened and her pupils shrank in sudden agony, while her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, accidentally spitting out a little saliva in the process. The photographer fell on her ass, hands clutched over her devastated sweet spot. She was in so much pain she could only gasp wordlessly, with an expression that reminded Peko of a dying fish.

"What the fuck, Peko?" Akane demanded. "Fine, if you want a fight, let's have at it!" The gymnast charged at Peko, hands balled up into fists.

Akane was incredibly fast in her attacks, but Peko had a few tricks as well. Akane usually launched herself off the floor in a high blow when attacking, and Peko knew this. So she first feinted holding her sword up high as if to intercept just such an attack.

But the moment Akane's rear foot left the floor, Peko dropped into a very low crouch, nearly hugging the floor, and swung as hard as she could. As Akane sailed overhead, the gymnast's own momentum carrying her straight into Peko's attack, the sword tip inflicted blunt trauma on her virginity.

"GAHH!" Akane spat out in horrified shock, her whole body spasming with terrible pain for a moment before hitting the floor in a frazzled heap. She rolled a half-meter before laying still, trembling with great agony.

Out of the corner of her eye, Peko could see Mahiru struggling to get up, possibly as if to escape. Reacting immediately, Peko deftly twisted her sword around and hurled it right at Mahiru. It struck the girl straight between the legs like a blunt javelin.

"OOHHHHH!" Mahiru let out a pained cry and fell backward once more.

With both girls neutralized, Peko sauntered over to the prone Mahiru, who was still clutching her injured pussy, crying and moaning.

The swordswoman smiled evilly. "Give my regards to Hiyoko… this is all her doing after all."

Reaching down, she grabbed hold of both of Mahiru's hands (which were protectively covering her nether regions) and pulled them apart.

Sensing her sadistic intent, Mahiru screamed, "NO, please! Stop- AAAAHHHH!"

Peko had lifted her foot up and stomped down hard on the poor girl's special place. Then she let go and stepped back as she watched Mahiru roll on the floor, howling in intense agony.

"What- what the heck do you think you're doing, missus!" A new voice bellowed, and Peko twirled around in combat stance to greet the voice's origin.

Taka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass and Peko's underclassman, had walked in on the scene and been observing the last few minutes in flabbergasted horror.

"You dare talk to an upperclassman like that?" Peko growled menacingly, crouching like an ambush predator.

"Upperclassman or not, you cannot be out here causing a brawl! No, I cannot allow it! I- " Taka had crept along the wall to a stairwell, quickly shot through the door, and hurried down the stairs in a power walk. "I must report it!"

Sighing in exasperated anger at the boy's foolishness, Peko stooped down to retrieve her sword, before beginning her pursuit.

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Irrelevant Historical Fact:

33 years ago on this day, November 6, 1985, 35 left-wing socialist terrorists from the Cuban-backed 19th of April Movement (M-19) seized control of the Palace of Justice in Bogota, Colombia in a violent takeover, murdering two security guards and a building manager. They initiated a bloody massacre against the civilians inside, killing 105 civilians (including 11 Colombian Supreme Court Justices) over the course of a two-day siege. When the Colombian Army stormed the building in an attempt to liberate the remaining hostages, they killed 48 Colombian Army soldiers. The Army managed to save about 200 hostages and killed all 35 terrorists in a bloody firefight.