Asuka didn't expect much out of this day; her confidence had risen to exponential heights, but she still didn't feel strong enough to confront Feng and put an end to his treachery. She just went with her usual routine: training, eating well, and surviving the day with some dignity intact. She had no reason to believe that anything out of the ordinary would occur today besides the usual bullcrap with Feng, so she went all out in her training, not caring if she was exhausted by the end.
On this afternoon, Asuka had cooked herself and Feng a nice lunch and was currently burning off the calories with some training. She decided to forego her physical strength training and focus on striking speed, lest she forget where her true strengths lie. She had a bunch of Feng's hand-carved wooden training dummies planted in a circle around her, and was trying to deliver significant strikes to all of them in the least amount of seconds possible. This exercise would not only test the speed at which she could critically injure an opponent... it also improved her ability to take on a group of multiple enemies at a single time.
"KYAAH! HAH! TAH! HYAH!"
Asuka's hands were like lightning: a swift throat chop there, a palm to the face there, a quick spin of the body to deliver a kick at 6 o' clock, a side elbow to the left, thrusting the hip forward and propelling the body to deliver a straight right. Asuka continued to strike the wooden dummies over and over, improving her speed with each attempt. She was starting to feel like a complete martial artist: strength and speed, hand in hand. The day was drawing nearer and nearer... the day that she would strike down Feng once and for all.
As her thoughts dwelled to Feng, the door suddenly opened and out he came. He was shirtless and sporting his Kenpo pants as usual, indicating he was going to be up to the same thing as always. Asuka had a strange thought... it was as if she and Feng were starting to become one in the same: all day long, eating and training.
Asuka's eyes darted over Feng as he walked over there right next to her and set down a wooden striking dummy of his own: not human shaped, but a large pillar with several wooden pegs jutting from it. This wooden device was used primarily to test hand speed.
Asuka stopped training and watched intently as Feng took closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath through his nostrils. And then, his eyes opened.
"Hnh! HNH! HUHHN!"
Asuka watched with awe as Feng's open hands moved at a blinding speed, his palms slapping the wooden pegs and only remaining there for mere milliseconds before the same hand struck a different peg. His hands moved so rapidly that it sounded like he was playing a rhythmatic beat on the wood like it was a percussion instrument.
"HUHF! HUHHF! HUHHHF HUHHF!"
The sharp breaths hissed out of his mouth, each hard gust of air from his lips producing a powerful strike from his hand. His arms were mesmerizing to watch; they didn't stay in the same position for even the tiniest fraction of a second. They waved around with such mystifying speed that Asuka had to rub her eyes when Feng's arms appeared to be just blurs to her vision.
"HHGF! HUHF! HUHF HUHF HUHF!"
Suddenly, Feng's sharp hiss of breath transformed into a powerful kiai.
"HEYAAAAGH!"
His hand shot forward, but it didn't slap the wood: it followed through clean, severing the wooden peg at its base and sending it flying into the air.
"Holy shit..." Asuka muttered.
"TSAAAAH!"
The rigid edge of Feng's hand soared at a horizontal angle and sliced off another of the pegs.
"TUAAAAH!"
Feng's palm shot forward and connected with the tip of the peg; the force of the impact was so tremendous that it literally rammed the peg through the wood in which it was attached.
And just like that... it was over. Feng stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed his muscles. Just as quickly as he had come out there, he turned around and disappeared back into the house.
Asuka stood there dumbfounded for a second, only succeeding in raising her arm to scratch her baffled head.
"...Fuck me..."
They decided to hang up their metaphorical gloves early that afternoon, as the sun began to slowly begin its descent and fill the sky with a lovely bright orange. Asuka breathed a sigh of relief; it had been a good day. Feng wasn't too demanding, and she got some good training in. The only negative event was probably Feng totally showing her up earlier with that training dummy...
They sat down and ate dinner together, but Asuka struggled through most of her meal from intense hand pain.
"Ugggh shit! I've pushed my hands too hard. They're still hurt from when you made me punch that rock." Asuka groaned.
"I didn't make you do anything." Feng said stoically as he shoveled rice into his mouth, his eyes fixated on his bowl.
"Yeah, well it was still your bullshit idea!"
"Hmph... fine then. If you'll quit your whining, I'll help you."
"Wha...?"
Abruptly and without another word, Feng rose to his feet and made his way over to the pantry. He fished around a while until finally re-emerging with a wooden bowl.
Asuka eyed the bowl with curiosity; it was filled with some type of goop. It was clear, but it had the slightest hue of green. Maybe it was made of mashed-up herbs?
"...What the heck is that?"
Feng set the bowl on the table. "It's an ancient Chinese remedy."
"Oh, where have I heard that before?" Asuka replied sarcastically.
"Just give me your hands."
Asuka tensed up when Feng grabbed her hands and brought them towards the bowl.
"H-hey..."
Feng lowered them into the bowl, Asuka shivering when they came into contact with a cool, goopy sensation. She felt the goop between her fingers, a strange tickling sensation in her skin. But the most prominent thing she felt was... a lack of pain!
Feng brought her hands out of the bowl; they were covered with the goop, some of it slowly drizzling into the bowl. Asuka wiggled her fingers around a few times; she had complete movement back. Whatever this stuff was, it worked wonders.
"Wow... that stuff is the real deal." Asuka said softly.
Feng placed his fingers on the back of her hand and slowly rubbed the solution into her skin. Asuka shuddered from his touch. He was surprisingly not rough at all; his movements were slow, soft, the very definition of gentle. It was a surprising... almost DISTURBING contrast from his usual rough self.
"Sifu taught me how to make this pain-relieving remedy. It was especially helpful at the end of a long day of using my hands." Feng informed, his fingers still tracing circles on the sensitive skin of Asuka's hand.
"Y-you learned this from your master? The one you...?"
"Just because I took his life doesn't mean I didn't learn a great deal from him." Feng replied.
"Oh... right... I guess for you, killing your master is a type of transition in your culture."
"Hmph... very seldom."
Feng grabbed her other hand and did the same thing: very softly and tenderly rub the solution all over her skin, alleviating her hand and finger pain. The back of her hand was the source; as Feng massaged those delicate nerves, the sensation branched out to all five of her digits, quelling her pain in mere seconds. This side of Feng was actually kind of interesting: the side that wasn't a vicious killer. The side that caused relief, not harm.
When Feng was done rubbing Asuka's hands, he finished off by wrapping them with bandages.
"There. Keep these on your hands for the night, and maybe they'll be fully functional by tomorrow morning. Then, you can resume your training."
Asuka looked at her hands, wincing slightly at the tightness of the bandages. They pretty much restricted all use of them...
"Great... just don't ask me for anymore manual labor today." she scoffed.
That night, Feng took a bath first and then allowed Asuka her privacy to bathe. Asuka was pleasantly surprised; this must have been one of Feng's really good days. He hadn't done or requested anything of her all day. It was a little suspicious... it wasn't until Asuka stepped out of the bathtub that she noticed something was off.
"ALRIGHT WISE GUY, WHERE'S MY CLOTHES!" Asuka grumbled as she stormed into the bedroom, towel clung tightly around her torso.
"Your dress is hanging to dry. I washed it." Feng replied. He was sitting on the bed in his boxers, hunched over. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable, judging by the wincing on his face.
"H-hey, are you okay?" Asuka asked. "Not that I care or anything!" she quickly corrected.
"I have pushed myself too hard today. My muscles are tense."
"Oh great. And I suppose you want me to give you a massage." Asuka grumbled, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"That would be ideal." Feng replied.
"Ha, well joke's on you! I have no use of my hands, dipshit! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"...You don't have to use your hands."
Asuka gasped as Feng tossed her a bottle of muscle relaxing gel. "Wh-what am I supposed to do then?!"
"Be innovative."
Asuka groaned; this was really about to happen? With a roll of her eyes, she got on the bed and approached Feng, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed hunched over.
"Straighten up your back for me." Asuka said with a dejected tone, a long sigh following afterwards.
Feng postured up, showing off his rippling back muscles to Asuka, who was still groaning about having to do this.
"Alright... let's get this over with..."
Asuka sat down on her butt and tilted backwards, then used her feet to scoop up the bottle of massage gel. It fell from between her feet immediately.
"Ah! Dammit..."
Asuka grabbed it one more time, locking it firmly between her feet. She lifted her legs higher, attempting to aim the bottle near Feng's shoulders.
"Now then... just squeeeeze..."
Asuka pressed her feet together and squirted a stream of muscle relaxing gel all over Feng's back. Feng tensed up as soon as he felt the goop on his bare skin.
"Whew... okay, hard part's over. Now then... ughhh..."
Asuka pressed her feet against Feng's shoulders and began massaging them, smearing the muscle relaxant around in his skin, using her toes to really work it in deep. A relaxed sigh from Feng indicated that she was doing good. Asuka could feel his muscles relaxing against her feet as they rubbed up and down his back.
"Unnnnngh... you're good at this." Feng complimented.
"Shut up."
She curled her toes and pressed deep into his back muscles, working the tense flesh around in a circular motion. Feng's moans came out long and breath-like as his body tensed up and loosened, tensed up and loosened over and over again. He was starting to feel a little like butter; maybe his insides would melt and he would collapse all over the bed from this pleasurable massage technique.
While Feng was enjoying this, Asuka was very uncomfortable. After keeping it up for a few minutes, she started to voice her displeasure of keeping her legs elevated so long.
"Hey, can I stop yet?"
"Why? You're doing such a good job."
"This is really taxing on my legs! My thighs are burning!"
"Hmmm...well, why don't you try a different technique?"
"You mean...?! Ughhhhhhhh..."
Asuka sighed and removed her legs from Feng's back, sitting upright. She folded her arms and pouted.
"...Look. If I do this, can we just go to bed already?"
"Of course."
"...Fine. But you're putting the shit on you."
Asuka angrily threw the bottle at Feng, who took it and squirted more of the muscle relaxant all over his back. He then postured up, eagerly awaiting Asuka to continue.
Asuka removed her towel and tossed it aside. then scooted up close and pressed her naked body against Feng, wrapping her legs around his waist. She draped her arms over his shoulders and squished her torso against him, her breasts tight on his back. Using her phenomenal natural endowments, she started to give Feng a booby massage. Her breasts worked better than hands or feet ever could, as the large, soft mounds of flesh were able to easily work the muscle relaxant all over his skin and make it oh so pleasurable in the process.
Feng's moans started building up, going from quiet and breath-like to vocal. Every time Asuka slid her breasts up to the peak of his spine, she looked over his shoulder and saw his erection growing in his shorts. She hated that this was turning him on so much...
The erotic massaged continued on for quite a few minutes, forcing Asuka to perform several different motions in order to quell her own restlessness. When she got tired of going up and down, she slid her boobs side to side. When side to side got old, she did them in a circular motion. When circular motion was overplayed, she did "wax on, wax off". Each technique of bare breast on flesh had Feng moaning erratically. Asuka started to regret having such a sexy body; even when she was reluctant, everything she did to Feng was probably only motivating him to keep her here longer.
"Ugh...ahhh... woman... you have a real gift..." Feng groaned.
"Stop it! Stop enjoying this NOW!"
"I can't... help it... you're so... talented..."
Asuka gulped when she heard the rustling of clothing. She looked over Feng's shoulder and saw his member standing straight up, his boxers down to his ankles.
"Oh god..."
"I need you now." Feng pleaded.
"Excuse me. I'm busy fulfilling your other stupid request!" Asuka grunted.
"Then do both at once."
"...Fuckin needy tonight aren't we..."
Asuka wrapped her arms around his torso and stretched out her legs, pushing her breasts further againt his back and allowing her feet to reach his member. Her big toe touched his urethra; she could already feel the wetness of his precum.
Asuka closed her eyes and pressed her feet on his member, then proceeded to continue the booby massage while also stroking him. Feng IMMEDIATELY voiced his approval.
"Ahhh...ahhh... ahh yes..."
Asuka groaned as her feet moved up and down his tall, thick pole. She felt her toes getting sticky as his clear, viscous fluid drizzled. It was about this time that she would have to once again switch her mindset: from reluctant slave to sexual goddess attempting to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible and be done with this bullshit.
Asuka turned it up a notch, leaning her head over and licking his neck. Her lips transitioned between kisses and gentle sucking. She ordered her feet to go faster and faster, her breasts rubbed his back harder until her skin burned. Feng was lost in a world of pleasure.
"Unnnnngh! Hnnnngh! HnnAAAAHHHHHH!"
Asuka squeaked when she felt her feet get slathered with a fresh, hot coat of Feng's spunk. It spurted and spurted like a geyser, having nowhere to go but downwards as it covered Asuka's feet from toe to ankle in stickiness. As utterly disgusting as it felt... she was just thankful it's over.
Feng collapsed onto the bed, his chest rapidly heaving as his breaths attempted to mellow out.
"There, happy? Can I go CRAWL to the bathroom and soak my soiled feet?" Asuka spat.
"Huff huff huff... yes. Just put the candles out when you get done." Feng panted. "And thank you..."
"You're NOT welcome."
Asuka crawled off the bed and fell on the floor, looking much like a turtle on its back. She used her arms to slide her butt across the floor to the bathroom, to avoid having to use her cum-drenched feet. Feng watched this, with the slightest of sadistic grins.
After a thorough soaking of her feet and scrubbing with whatever antibacterial stuff Feng had lying around, Asuka finally put out the lights and went to bed. Thus marked the end of one more boring, humiliating, uneventful day.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Asuka didn't expect much out of this day; her confidence had risen to exponential heights, but she still didn't feel strong enough to confront Feng and put an end to his treachery. She just went with her usual routine: training, eating well, and...
"ASUKA-CHAAAAAAAN! I'VE COME TO RESCUE YOUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Those six bold words penetrated the cold, quiet air and made Asuka's ears perk up. Who the heck was that?! It didn't sound like some disgruntled Chinese martial artists seeking revenge. This was a young, cute female voice. It sounded... European?
...Wait a minute. Who was the one European girl that was totally obsessed with her? Could she really... did she really come all this way? How?! Asuka didn't tell anyone she had left Japan!
"ASUKA-CHAN! ARE YOU HEEEEERE?!"
No doubt, that lovely yet annoying French voice could only belong to...
"YOUR LILI-CHAN HAS COME TO SAVE YOU FROM FENG WEI'S VILE CLUTCHES!"
"How in the hell...?" Asuka gasped as she sprinted away from Feng's house and towards the source of the voice. She could see a lone figure in the distance, dressed head to toe in a fluffy white parka and pants. Her hood was up, but there was no denying those beautiful flowing blonde locks that hung out the edges. It was incredible... there was no way Asuka was awake right now. This was just a dream: a desperate dream her mind constructed to give her a sick, cruel glimmer of hope.
Yet still... Asuka couldn't help but cry out her name.
"LILI!"
She didn't care what Feng would do: she stopped everything and just ran. She ran towards the puffy white figure, arms extended, tears of happiness flying from her eyelids. Of all the people in the world she wanted to see... Lili was there. As many times as she had annoyed Asuka in the past, all the times they fought and competed with each other... it was at this moment that Asuka had never felt more like she had taken the French girl for granted.
Lili saw Asuka running towards her, and she dropped her backpack and waddled over there to meet Asuka halfway. The two of them collided right there, Asuka laughing happily and spinning Lili around where they stood.
"HAHAHAHA! WOOOOO! LILI! AHHHH! LILI!" Asuka cried. "AHH THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE!"
"Oh Asuka-chan! I was... so worried about you... so worried..." Lili sniffled.
"Ohhh Lili, it's been terrible..." Asuka cried. "Feng, he... he's done such awful stuff to me..."
"Like what? What did he do?" Lili soothed, gently caressing Asuka's hair. "Did he make you wear that adorable, sexy dress?"
"We can talk more later. For now, we have to take care of things." Asuka replied.
"Right. Let's hurry and leave now!" Lili cried.
"...No. That's not what I meant."
"Wh-wha...?"
"Feng must pay for what he's done." Asuka firmly stated.
Lili took a few steps back, removing her hood and goggles to look Asuka in the eyes. "A-Asuka... what are you talking about? Let's go! I've come all this way to help you escape!"
Asuka wiped her tears away, her sorrowful face replaced by a cold, vengeful one. "I'm not leaving until that bastard's blood is all over my fists."
She hooked her hands over Lili's shoulders and pulled her close. "Now are you with me or not?"
Lili looked into Asuka's eyes; she was serious! Something wasn't right here... this wasn't the Asuka she knew. This was a colder, bloodthirsty Asuka... an Asuka that wanted to do something dark. Whatever Feng had done to her, it must have changed who she was.
"Asuka..." Lili said softly. "I wish you would just run away with me now."
"Nobody is running anywhere." a male voice grunted.
Asuka and Lili turned around and spotted Feng approaching, already clad in his Kenpo gi. His eyes furiously locked on to theirs.
"I told you..." he continued. "You do not leave until you can best me in combat."
"I'm not just gonna beat you in combat..." Asuka spat. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
Asuka turned to Lili. "Help me get these bandages off."
Lili put a hand on her shoulder. "Asuka..."
"WE CAN BEAT HIM!"
Lili knew she wouldn't be able to sway Asuka. She was such a headstrong girl; once she put her mind to something, she would see it through. With a sigh, she reached over and took off Asuka's hand bandages, freeing her knuckles to complete their quest for blood.
"You two intend to face me at once? Cowards." Feng spat.
"Shut up!" Lili retorted. "I'm gonna make you pay for what you've done to Asuka-chan! Together, we can't be beaten!"
Lili stripped off her heavy, cold-resistant clothing, revealing her standard white dress underneath. This was the uniform she was most comfortable in, so this is what she chose to wear on her rescue mission. She wasn't sure if she would have to fight before, but Asuka seemed to clear that up right now. It was a natural feeling, for someone who had been cooped up and humiliated so long to seek revenge. Lili loved Asuka and would do anything for her... even if it meant spilling blood with her as well.
Lili and Asuka faced Feng, getting into stance. Feng returned the favor, getting into his own stance. A tense chill filled the air, not courtesy of the cold weather... but of the intensity of three warriors about to clash.
Next... the final battle?