Before we go any further, I'd like to give another shoutout to Nuterino, my very persistent follower of this fic who motivated me to finally update. So give your thanks to Nuterino for finally getting a new chapter. Enjoy!
Asuka still hadn't really recovered from the events last night, even as a new day had finally dawned. She had nothing to look forward to in the morning, since her entire day would consist of serving Feng, her new master. If she had it her way, she would just stay in bed and allow her pain and misery to at least temporarily drift away in her slumber. Of course, Feng would be having none of that. For whatever reason, he took delight in having Asuka assist him with even the most menial tasks. Perhaps he had been a loner all his life and it felt good to finally not have to do everything himself.
Asuka's eyes opened as she felt a big beefy arm gently shake her. Her blurry vision cleared and she came face to face with the man who had bested her in combat and was currently subjecting her to this miserable experience.
"Come."
That was the only word uttered as Feng turned around and walked away, already dressed in his kung fu pants. Before exiting the bedroom, he turned around for a split second and threw something at Asuka, hitting her in the face.
"H-hey!" Asuka squealed, quickly removing it and taking a look. It looked like...clothes?
Feng didn't even give an explanation; he just walked away as if he was expecting her to just understand. Luckily for him, Asuka wasn't on proper terms to negotiate. She just wanted SOMETHING to wear.
Asuka took a moment to examine the clothing: it looked to be a dress, albeit a tiny one, and it was purple with floral designs running up and down it. It was a pretty Chinese dress, but Asuka was perturbed at the fact that Feng had provided her with no underwear. Then again, it would be quite weird if Feng just kept ladies' underwear with him at any given moment. In fact, it's pretty weird that he just so happened to have a dress with him?!
Rolling her eyes and dismissing these nagging thoughts, Asuka finally slipped on the dress and then looked at herself in the mirror.
"W-what the fuck... ahhh I look like a fuckin ho!"
Asuka's face turned red when she realized just how tight the dress hugged her body and really made her large tits emphasized. It wasn't so much the large diamond shaped slit in the chest area that exposed a good bit of cleavage; it was the fact that she had no bra and her nipples were being hugged tight against the fabric, making them poke out slightly. And if that wasn't bad enough, the front and back of the dress left her thighs exposed and her bare legs on full display. She was already unconsciously tugging at the bottom of it, silently praying that her privates weren't exposed. Feng was smart; he had picked out a dress that was practical AND good to look at.
With a sigh, Asuka stepped outside donned in her new dress, the cold air immediately causing her nipples to harden and a draft going to all the wrong places. She walked over to where Feng was, and he was just standing there in a meditative position. His legs were spread and bent at the knee, arms extended, eyes closed, and he was breathing in and out gently.
"I put on your stupid dress. Happy?" Asuka snapped. But Feng didn't respond.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Still no response.
"Hmph. Well since you obviously don't care that I'm here, I guess you won't mind if I run aw-"
"Water." he finally spoke.
Asuka looked at him strangely. "Wh-what about it?"
"Fill the pots with water, and bring them here."
Feng opened his eyes ever so sightly, and moved his head a bit to indicate where he was talking about. Sure enough, there were a couple of large cast iron pots laying around that were empty. There were even handles on them so they could be hung up or carried easier.
"Oh shit... those look heavy!" Asuka complained.
"Bring them to me." Feng commanded.
"You're crazy! I can't carry those! Especially filled with water!"
Feng sighed and stood up straight, stretching a few times.
"You're almost completely useless." he scoffed as he walked away to go grab the pots himself.
"Hey, fuck you! I don't even wanna be...here?"
Asuka gasped when she saw Feng effortlessly scoop up the large pots and hang them around his arms. He then walked inside to go fill them up with water. Every time she saw Feng accomplish some extraordinary feat, it made her confidence fade more and more; how could she possibly compete with a guy who can smash mountains and lift heavy ass objects with ease?
Feng walked back out of the house, the pots hanging around his arms now filled to the brim with water. He walked over to a secluded area and started performing his katas. Asuka just stood there, dumbfounded, wondering how the hell he could even move properly with those things on his arms. His movements weren't the slightest bit different; it was as if he was wearing floaties on his arms instead of giant iron pots. He was getting more and more intimidating by the second...
"If you're just going to stand there... perhaps you should go prepare me a meal." Feng called out, not even looking in Asuka's direction.
"Well, what the hell do ya want?!" Asuka spat.
"I don't care."
"Grrr fine! I'll just shit in a bowl and serve that to you!"
Asuka stomped away, furious not at the situation, but at herself. She was angry at herself for feeling so weak in front of him. Feng exuded this air of infinite power, like no man could match him in combat. Right now, every inch of Asuka's being wanted to rematch him again... but she knew it would only lead to inevitable defeat. There had to be SOME way to get him...
Asuka decided to go easy today and just make some instant ramen. She really didn't feel like going all out for that bastard another day, especially since it was only lunchtime. Since ramen only took a few minutes to make, Asuka took this time to just enjoy some time to herself. She just stared out the window a while, watching Feng's movements. He was practicing his strikes, the giant pots still hanging around his arms. The water sloshed around in them as he moved effortlessly, throwing punches and kicks from all angles. She paid attention to his every movement, from the way his feet shifted to the way his hip pivoted with his kicks. Of course, after a while her lack of morale kicked in and she realized that studying his moves was useless, so she instead focused back on making lunch.
"Man, I wish I could just poison the bastard..."
Asuka figured Feng wasn't dumb enough to keep poison around, but she checked his pantry again just for the hell of it. Her eyes widened when she saw something on the top shelf she hadn't noticed before...
"Oh...my...heh heh heh hehhhhhhh..."
"Wang Jinrei's Miracle Lax: Cleanse the body AND the spirit!"
"What the f... why does he have this?!" Asuka laughed, grabbing the bottle and sloshing it around a few times. Because Asuka was just a simple girl and not a fanatic who dedicated her entire existence to martial arts, she didn't understand that Feng was a hardcore health freak. He believed in having a healthy body free of impurities, and that would in turn strengthen his fighting spirit and allow his strength to transcend. Little did he know, this little bottle of pipe cleaner would prove to be his downfall this particular day.
When the deed was done, Asuka left the bowls of ramen on the table and walked back outside to Feng. She was eager to get him inside so he could take a bite of her "super secret recipe". He was still in the same spot where he was when she left, still practicing.
"Hey! I made you lunch!"
Feng didn't respond.
"Heeeey! I'M! TALKING! TO! Y-"
"You were defeated because you lack constitution." Feng interrupted, still not even looking at her. He resumed his katas, as if he was talking to thin air.
"What? What did you say to me?!" Asuka replied angrily.
"I said... you lack body strength." Feng replied, finally stopping but still not looking directly at her. "You have technique and you can match most fighters in speed... but it is meaningless when your punches do no damage."
"B-but I have strength!" Asuka replied. "I've knocked people out!"
"Lesser caliber fighters, maybe. But against a warrior worth his salt... your strength is pathetic."
Asuka didn't reply, as she honestly was too angry to find words to say. She was angry because she was afraid he might actually be right. Sure she couldn't shatter mountains like he could... but was it really rational for him to compare her strength to HIS?
Feng slipped off the iron pots and turned around, looking at her finally.
"Come here." he commanded.
Asuka stood there for a second and waited to see if he was serious or not. When he didn't look away from her, she finally gave in and obeyed.
"Now... strike me with all your might."
Asuka didn't even bother wondering about this one; she happily complied.
"Oh my pleasure. TAAAAH!"
Asuka lunged forward and threw her nastiest left hook directly for Feng's face. Feng put his arms up and took the full force of the blow, but he didn't budge even a centimeter.
"Hit me again."
Asuka hesitated slightly on this one, but with an angry grunt she unleashed another hook. This one slipped past Feng's hand and caught him on the ear, but still he was unfazed.
"Kick me. Aim high."
Asuka was getting angrier and angrier by the second. Feng was teasing her, mocking her lack of power compared to his. It only made her want to hurt him that much more.
"HAAH!"
Asuka threw a roundhouse and impacted against Feng's hand, which he held tight against his chin. He budged ever so slightly, but not enough to even make a difference.
"My leg. Kick it!"
Asuka went low, striking his calf. When he didn't budge the first time, she went to the same spot again. She kicked him a third time... a fourth time... still he didn't move.
"HARDER!"
"HAAH!"
"Your kiai should be LOUDER! A powerful kiai reverberates through your body and strengthens your strikes. YOU ARE PATHETIC!"
Asuka kicked him over and over again, but his tree trunk of a leg was hardly affected. In fact, her own shin felt like it was about to crack. She screamed louder than she had ever screamed as she unleashed kick after kick. She wished she felt better... but the truth is, her vain attempt at getting revenge on Feng was only making her hurt even worse.
Finally, with an annoyed sigh, Feng intercepted her next leg kick and then countered with his own. The devastating force smashed against her calf and sent her ass-first into the dirt with one blow.
Feng said nothing, just looked down at her with eyes full of pity.
"Just as I thought... a waste of time. You'll never hurt me with your soft, pillow-like attacks."
Asuka opened her mouth to retort, but surprisingly nothing came out. She was just left laying there dumbfounded, as Feng walked past her and towards the house.
"When you can pick those up..." he said, pointing to the pots, "...then maybe I'll believe you possess an ounce of competency."
Asuka laid there for a while as the door slammed. She cursed her weakness, and she cursed having to be judged by Feng at every waking moment. Before she was stuck here, she didn't have to care about what Feng said to her. But now... she had no choice but to care.
Their lunch that afternoon was an awkward, quiet one. Feng hadn't said a single word, looked at her, or even thanked her for the meal. He just ignored her completely, as if he was ashamed of being in her vicinity. Did he really think that little of her?
"...You look beautiful in that dress." he finally said. He still didn't even shoot a glance at her.
"...Whatever." Asuka replied, not looking at him either.
And just like that, the silence continued.
Suddenly, Feng's eyes widened as a growl resonated from deep in his bowels.
"Wh-what the... m-my stomach!"
Feng's pained glance immediately shot towards Asuka, the only one capable of perpetrating this.
"Y-YOU! What did you put in this?!" he groaned, his entire body shaking as he hunched over.
"Oh nothiiiiiing..." Asuka said with a smile. "Just a little something to cleanse your body and spirit."
"G-GRAAAH! YOU WENCH!"
Without another word, Feng darted out of the house and ran up the mountain. Perhaps he had a private shitting spot up there or something. But that didn't matter; justice had been served, albeit temporarily. At least Asuka had a moment of peace... and there was no way he'd feel like doing anything else today since she used the entire bottle of laxative in that bowl of ramen. This was a tiny victory for her... but a little boost in morale was just what she needed to keep her away from the edge.
MEANWHILE, BACK IN JAPAN...
"Oh ASUKAAAAAAA!" Lili called out, hammering on the door of her apartment. "YOOOHOOOOO! You missed a lovely lecture at school today!"
Lili waited a few seconds for a response, but when one didn't come her confusion quickly turned to worry.
"What is going on here... Asuka never misses school! Hmmmmm... I wonder if she's even home?"
Looking both ways a few times, Lili suddenly made a very rash decision and decided to break into Asuka's house.
"KIYAAAAAH!"
With a well placed kick, Lili was able to kick the door open without breaking it into pieces or severing it at the hinges. Looking both ways one more time, Lili slipped into her apartment and closed the door.
"Asuka? Asuka, where are youuuuuuu!" Lili called out. She looked around a bit; nothing was out of place in the living room.
"Hmmm... perhaps the bedroom? I wonder if she's sick and nobody's here to take care of her?! Ahhhh what if she has the flu?! DON'T WORRY, ASUKA-CHAN! NURSE LILI WILL COME TO YOUR AID!"
Lili raced upstairs and prayed that Asuka would be lying there waiting for her. Unfortunately, she opened the door and found even the bedroom empty.
"Aw darn!"
Lili looked on the bed and noticed her laptop sitting there. It had been plugged in, and it looks like it hadn't been shut down. Wondering if she could find any clues, Lili shamelessly got on Asuka's bed and started browsing on her laptop. She went to the history and looked at Asuka's recently browsed websites. Her eyes widened when she saw something out of the ordinary.
"Cheapest... plane tickets... to China? What does she want in China? And why would she want to get there so fast?"
Lili looked around the bedroom to see if Asuka's favorite fighting gloves were laying around. After an extensive search (which may or may not have involved her underwear drawer) Lili ascertained that wherever Asuka was, her gloves were with her.
"Hmmm... so she got tickets to China... and she's looking for a fight. What could this mean?"
Lili put her hand to her chin and pondered for a second. She had transferred to Asuka's school not just to explore Japanese culture, but because she wanted to get closer to Asuka on a level other than just being rivals. Now that Asuka wasn't here, Lili felt like she didn't really have a purpose in Japan herself. With that thought in her head, Lili was prepared to make yet another rash decision...
"I know what I must do... I will go to China and find you, Asuka Kazama!"
TO BE CONTINUED