The Two Trainees' Lewd Catfight
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[Mmmph~!!]
With her panties stuffed into her mouth by Han Yuri, Arara launched an immediate counterattack. She snatched up the pair of panties she'd discarded earlier and jammed them straight into Han Yuri's mouth.
[Mmph?!?!]
"What the hell am I looking at right now?"
My heart had raced plenty of times in my life, but this was a different kind of pounding entirely. And of course it was — two goddess-tier idol trainees had just stuffed each other's panties into their mouths and started a catfight.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, Johnson. This isn't your turn."
My cock was so rigidly erect it threatened to punch straight through my shorts.
"Holy… shit."
If I had to rank the greatest achievements of my life, opening that trashy Dr. Pleasure account on Tuwitter in a drunken haze last night would take the top spot. Thanks to that, I was raking in serious cash and getting front-row seats to an idol trainee's completely unhinged lewd catfight.
Fucking perfect.
[Mmph…!! Mmph! Mmph!]
[Nngh!! Mmmph-mmph!]
With each other's underwear crammed into their mouths, the only sounds that escaped were unintelligible, animalistic grunts. They were definitely spewing the filthiest curses imaginable.
[Nngh~!!]
In that instant, Han Yuri shot out a hand and roughly yanked on Arara's bra.
Snap!
The hooks gave way with a sharp sound, and a pair of lush, massive breasts burst free as if they'd been straining to escape.
"Ohh! No matter how many times I see them, those tits are still ridiculously hot!"
On screen, the two trainees' breasts bounced and swayed, tormenting my Johnson with every movement. But this catfight was only getting started — and even more spectacular scenes were about to unfold.
[Ahng~!]
Arara thrust both hands out roughly and pinched Han Yuri's nipples, yanking them hard!
"Whoa!!"
Shudder~!
She must have hit a lethal erogenous zone dead-on, because Han Yuri's eyes rolled upward as her whole body trembled. Her legs gave out and she started to collapse —
Smack!!
[Augh?!]
—only for Arara to drive her knee up hard, slamming it straight into Han Yuri's pussy.
"Holy hell, this catfight is way too hot!"
Arara still had Han Yuri's nipples pinched tight, yanking them mercilessly from side to side. And on top of that, she was kneeing her in the pussy — it was so filthy I thought I might lose my mind.
[Nnngh…!!]
The blow to her pussy snapped Han Yuri back to her senses. Her left hand shot out to pinch Arara's nipple, while her right hand dropped lower —
[Hrrk?!]
—and pinched Arara's clit right through her folds.
"WHOA!!!"
I nearly shot up from my seat to give a standing ovation. Pinching a nipple and a clit at the same time — this was a vicious women's catfight beyond anything I'd ever imagined. And the fight was still going.
Tuuug~!
[Hyaaakh…!!]
Han Yuri grinned wickedly and yanked Arara's nipple and clit with everything she had!
Tremble-tremble~!!
Arara's eyes rolled back, whites showing, and her legs buckled as she started to sink to the floor. But Han Yuri wasn't about to miss that opening….
THUD!!!
[Haugh!!]
As if settling the score, she kicked Arara's pussy like a soccer ball — hard — just as Arara had nearly crumpled all the way to the floor!
"Sh-shit… girl fights are actually terrifying!"
Kicked square in the pussy, Arara's eyes rolled back again. Her body shuddered violently —
Psssshhh….
—and she toppled backward, pissing herself.
"Han Yuri… won?"
What an insane catfight.
"Huh? Is there more?"
Just then, Han Yuri pulled the panties out of her own mouth.
[Hoo… I won today. Ahh~ that feels refreshing.]
These girls… apparently they had savage, lewd catfights like this on a regular basis. True to form for the Trouble Makers — the two biggest freaks among all the idol trainees.
Han Yuri casually pulled a cotton swab from her locker and, without the slightest hesitation, shoved it into the urethra of the still-twitching, lightly pissing Arara.
Thrust!
Twitch~!
It looked so natural that this clearly wasn't her first or second time doing it. Just how much fucked-up shit did these crazy bitches do to each other on a normal day?
[Hmph. Don't piss so much, you gold-spoon loser.]
Han Yuri plugged the urethra with the cotton swab to stop the residual urine, then skillfully grabbed a rag and quickly mopped up the piss-stained floor.
[If you ignore that rotten personality, her face really is angelic.]
Muttering something that sounded vaguely familiar, Han Yuri pulled out a fistful of wet wipes and cleaned Arara's piss-soaked pussy and ass. Honestly, I'd expected her to just leave Arara like that — but she was thorough about the cleanup, if only to keep from getting caught. That was probably why none of these perverted acts had ever leaked out as rumors.
"Come to think of it, these two never once touched each other's faces during the fight, did they?"
A face was an idol trainee's livelihood. Even a pair of lunatics known as the Trouble Makers apparently had a rule: never touch the face.
"And yet they go after nipples and pussies without a second thought… absolute maniacs."
I would never forget the video I'd just watched. I'd never seen a catfight more filthy, more stimulating, more completely unhinged than this.
[Damn gold spoon. She's got a whole stash of expensive, high-end underwear I couldn't buy even if I wanted to…. I'm so jealous.]
Han Yuri's face twisted with genuine misery as she pulled a set of luxury lingerie from Arara's locker.
[I'm really jealous….]
The look she gave the unconscious Arara was thick with envy, jealousy, and sorrow. Online info wasn't always reliable, but unlike Arara, Han Yuri was a dirt spoon — the kind who got zero support from her parents and had to earn every single thing herself. From what I'd heard, she took on every freelance gig she could manage from her phone just to scrape together tuition and living expenses. A life with no personal time at all, which was probably why she seethed with jealousy toward Arara, who had everything.
"And on top of that, they're bitter rivals with nearly identical rankings…."
Han Yuri refastened the unconscious Arara's bra, then started pulling her panties back on. She brought her fingers to the cotton swab still half-buried in Arara's urethra —
Shove!
—and pushed it in even deeper.
"What the fuck, why are you shoving it in further?!"
The unconscious Arara's body shuddered again. She might have been feeling a climax from the urethral play even while out cold.
[She'll pull it out herself like always. I always managed to get them out whenever it was done to me.]
That was a terrifying thing to hear. These crazy bitches really had done this to each other more than once or twice.
Leaving the cotton swab with only the barest tip of its head peeking from the urethral opening, Han Yuri finished dressing Arara in her panties, then her clothes, and laid her across a chair — staged to look like she'd simply fallen asleep in the dressing room.
"Terrifyingly thorough."
Then Han Yuri spotted the smartphone that had been cleverly hidden in Arara's locker, still recording.
"Wait — did she notice?"
I thought they'd been caught, but no. Whether Arara had used a camouflage app to hide the recording or not, Han Yuri just held the phone and scrolled through the screen with open envy.
[She always has the newest phone… I'm jealous. Mine's gotten so slow it's a pain to use….]
Han Yuri set the smartphone on Arara's stomach and looked down at her unconscious roommate for a moment.
Stroke, stroke.
Then she began carefully tidying Arara's disheveled hair.
Don't tell me… maybe she didn't actually hate Arara that much?
[If her hair's a mess, people might figure out we fought. Gotta destroy the evidence properly.]
Yeah, of course. These girls were completely unhinged.
After neatly arranging Arara's hair and body, Han Yuri put on her own clothes and left the dressing room. For about ten seconds the camera stared blankly at the ceiling —
Bolting upright!
—and then Arara snatched up the smartphone and sat bolt upright.
[Heheh…☆ I lost today, huh?]
She'd been awake for who knew how long.
[Did you enjoy the show, Dr. Pleasure? This is what Han Yuri and I are like on a normal day. I recorded it because I wanted to show you everything, no holding back.]
Arara stood up, striking a selfie pose as she continued.
[Fufu… I may have lost the physical fight, but I'm still the winner. Because~ she never noticed the hidden-camera app was running! Time to send that slutty Han Yuri bitch's humiliating look straight to you, Dr. Pleasure~♡]
The video ended there.
"Damn… I just watched a genuinely mind-meltingly hot catfight."
At this rate, I was going to get to watch even more incredible things going forward.
"The Arara conditioning project might need some adjustments…."
This video had revealed she was an even more deranged pervert than I'd expected. I'd planned to raise the intensity gradually and keep the relationship going long-term, but it looked like I'd need to dial up the stimulation.
Of course, there was a line to watch. Even with a pervert beyond imagination, you had to tease her with just the right amount of stimulation if you wanted to keep milking her for money over the long haul.
"In that case… maybe I'll issue Arara her second prescription around this evening."
With a serious expression, I checked the remaining delivery time on the chicken and pizza I'd ordered earlier. Ten minutes left until delivery.
With that much time… it wasn't quite enough for that, but it wasn't impossible either.
I moved to a better spot so I could rewatch the lewd video on a bigger screen. I was just pulling down my shorts, about to take care of myself to Arara and Han Yuri's naked catfight, when —
Ding-dong~!
The doorbell to my studio apartment rang.
What now, another cult recruiter? Annoying. I'll just ignore it.
Knock knock knock!
I tried to refocus on soothing my Johnson, but whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn't stop knocking.
"For fuck's sake. I'm about to perform a sacred ritual here — why are you interrupting me?"
Face twisted with rage, I yanked my shorts back up, stormed to the front door, and wrenched it open.
Bang!!
"Eek!"
And the unexpected person standing beyond the wide-open door made my eyes go wider than I thought humanly possible.
"Um, uh… y-your delivery's here…."
Emerald-dyed hair. Colored contacts. A goddess-tier beauty. And the very same pervert who'd just been catfighting Arara on that video….
Han Yuri herself stood there holding the bags of chicken and pizza I'd ordered, smiling awkwardly as she looked at me.
Holy shit — what the hell are you doing here?!
