It was another busy shift at the restaurant where Yukarisu worked. She adored the attention — men practically drooling, women sneaking jealous glances — all because of her angelic face and, more importantly, the massive, gravity-defying tits that strained her uniform to its absolute limit. Customers tipped generously just for the privilege of watching those glorious orbs bounce while she took their orders. That worship fed Yukarisu’s ego like nothing else.
Until today.
The front door chimed, and in walked her homeroom teacher, Yuriko Okada. Even out of costume, the woman was obscene: a prim blouse and pencil skirt doing absolutely nothing to hide the obscene swell of her chest. Half the customers instantly forgot Yukarisu existed. Tips dried up. Eyes locked on the new queen in the room.
Yukarisu’s blood boiled.
First this bitch stole the spotlight at school, now here? Unacceptable.
Time to remove the competition.
Balancing a cup of coffee no one ordered, Yukarisu “accidentally” tripped, splashing the icy liquid straight across Yuriko’s chest.
“Oops~! Clumsy me,” she sang with mock innocence. “That must burn, right, sensei?”
Yuriko blinked, unfazed. “It’s barely lukewarm, dear. No harm done.”
Already the white blouse was turning transparent, clinging to two perfect, bra-clad melons that put even Yukarisu’s rack to shame. The restaurant practically vibrated with lust.
“Come with me,” Yukarisu hissed, grabbing her teacher’s wrist and dragging her into the employees-only back room before Yuriko could protest.
The door slammed shut.
“I’m sick of you stealing my attention,” Yukarisu snarled, slamming Yuriko against the wall and crushing forward with her own overflowing chest. “At school, at work — everywhere! These tits are mine. You’re done.”
Yuriko’s eyes widened. “Wait, Yukarisu, I never meant to—”
“Shut it!” Yukarisu smashed harder, trying to flatten those rival udders against the wall. “Everyone knows you’re that exhibitionist heroine ‘Tackle.’ Parading around half-naked for attention with those ridiculous—”
“Don’t you dare call Tackle ridiculous!” Yuriko’s gentle mask shattered. Rage flared in her eyes. With a surge of strength she shoved off the wall, forcing Yukarisu back to the center of the room. Now it was teacher slamming student, massive racks colliding with a meaty THUD.
“You and your slutty hero are nothing but small-titted jokes!” Yukarisu spat.
“Take that back!” Yuriko roared.
Fabric began to tear. Buttons popped. With a simultaneous ZZZZZRIP! both tops shredded apart, revealing their bras: Yukarisu in glossy black lace, Yuriko in pristine white.
“You tore my uniform, you cow!” Yukarisu shrieked.
“You destroyed mine first, brat!”
Fingers became claws. They lunged, sinking nails into each other’s bra cups, yanking, twisting, grinding — anything to destroy the last barrier protecting those legendary tits. The reinforced fabric (military-grade, designed exactly for fights like this) refused to break, but the war went on for five brutal minutes. Breasts heaved, nipples stiffened into deadly spears beneath the lace, both women panting and snarling like animals.
“Fuck this!” they shouted in unison.
Arms slid behind backs. Fingers fumbled for clasps.
CLICK. CLICK.
Bras dropped to the floor — and in a surreal twist, landed upright, cups facing each other like they, too, refused to surrender.
Four perfect, naked tits filled the room: huge, round, impossibly firm, capped with rock-hard nipples that looked more like weapons than erogenous zones.
For one breathless second, teacher and student just stared, cheeks flushing with hate…and something else.
Then they charged.
Hands grabbed greedy handfuls of enemy flesh — only to yank back with twin screams of agony. Those diamond-hard nipples stabbed straight into their palms like red-hot pokers, sending electric shocks up their arms. Fingers went numb; arms fell uselessly to their sides.
“You and your freak tits did this!” Yukarisu growled.
“This is your fault for insulting Tackle!” Yuriko shot back.
No hands left? Fine.
They backed up, took three running steps, and —
BOOOOM!
Four melon-sized bombs detonated against each other. Nipples speared deep into soft, yielding titflesh. Both women screamed through clenched teeth, tears streaking
mascara, but neither retreated.
“That's all your weak little cherries can do?” Yukarisu mocked through the pain.
“Please. I barely felt those sad beans,” Yuriko hissed.
Foreheads pressed together, noses brushing, they separated only to ram forward again — BAM! BAM! BAM! — swinging side to side now, battering sideboob, underboob, every inch turning angry red.
SLAP! SMACK! WHAP!
Sweat flew. Breasts quivered with every impact. Breath came in desperate gasps.
They were at their limit.
One final attack.
Hands miraculously regained feeling just in time. Shoulders seized, fingers locked — a brutal test of strength as they charged one last time.
“My nipples are going to punch straight through your pathetic tits and end this!” Yukarisu screamed.
“Dream on. This thrust is my victory!” Yuriko roared.
Rock-hard nipples met dead-center.
KLANG!
An impossible, metallic clash rang out as the two spears collided tip-to-tip. Pain and pleasure exploded simultaneously — an orgasmic shockwave that ripped through both women at once. Eyes rolled back, legs buckled, panties soaked in seconds.
They collapsed into each other, barely staying upright, tits still mashed together, nipples locked in deadly embrace.
Flashbulbs snapped them awake.
CHK-CHK! BEEP! CLICK!
The entire restaurant had crowded the doorway, phones out, recording every second of the topless, sweat-drenched stalemate.
“Delete those right now!” Yukarisu shrieked, snatching her bra from the floor (accidentally grabbing Yuriko’s instead) and bolting for the back exit.
Yuriko remained, hands on hips, chest thrust proudly forward, letting the cameras feast.
“IT WAS A DRAW AND IT WAS EPIC!” the crowd cheered.
Yukarisu fled into the alley, body still trembling from the forced climax. In a swirl of shadow and sparks she transformed into her villainous alter-ego, black bodysuit materializing to hide her battered but still magnificent rack.
“That shameless teacher humiliated me in my own workplace,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Next time I choose the battlefield. And next time, those tits are mine.”
To be continued…
