As the girl came close enough, S kicked her from the floor, hitting her behind the knees. Then, she kicked her in the stomach. The Petal sat down coughing for air, not understanding what just happened.
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    S brought the syringe out and put it into the Petal\u0027s open mouth. She stuck it under the girl\u0027s tongue and pushed all the morphine in. Then, she dragged the girl into the fire escape stairwell.

    

    The minidress this Petal wore was pink, for bank desk duty, not red for guards. She also had short white socks instead of long stockings. Then, S was surprised by what she realized when she checked out her face and hairstyle. This girl had starred in some Petal porn movies and celebrity sex tapes she watched, with a beauty mark on her right chin and one short side ponytail. She had the same lacy white panties too.

    

    \"I\u0027m so sorry, I liked how you look.\"

    

    She was being honest. However, the morphine injection did not give S any way to go back and secure the porn star Petal in a non lethal way. S felt bad to have exploited her kindness, after fighting the Petal team boss who had no compassion. She held the girl close and kissed her, first on the lips then on the exposed chest. The Petal was still breathing, but becoming weaker.

    

    She went back to stripping. Another surprise came to her, the Petal was busty and topless, but had scars from breast implants. Bai Bi must have paid a lot on plastic surgery to make them have the same face, and different bodies for different tastes.

    

    The girl coughed sleepily and tried to open her eyes, the injection under her tongue was choking her. S laid her flat then tightly clutched onto her throat with one hand. Another gurgling cough came but it felt weaker. S gave her breasts a few gentle strokes to comfort her. Then another cough happened, the girl twitched and stopped moving, head leaned to a side, drool flowing down her cheek like a waterfall.

    

    S took everything the Petal wore but the lacy panties. She also let left her hairstyle intact because she changed her own hair bun to match the style. This Petal looked very unique, but S knew confusing and angering the enemy were as useful as disguising.

    

    \"Boss, they found all the bodies. Now they are coming back down for the lobby.\"

    

    She took a deep breath and headed down.

    

    One of the two Petals in the lobby waited in front at the elevator and the other near the stairwell door. The latter was petite, just like the first one in the dorm, with Two hair buns on a short bob cut. The other one had a long ponytail. Both of them wore white stockings instead of black. The more important thing was they both had pistols out.

    

    \"Report to me! What happened?\"

    

    The Petal shouted in Chinese. S covered her lower face with both hands and coughed, but kept walking towards her.

    

    \"What...\"

    

    S jumped at the Petal with her right knee forward, hitting her in the bottom of her rib cage. The Petal dropped the pistol and bent over, dazed. S did not have her a chance to relax, but punched her left hand upwards under the Petal\u0027s chin. A sharp crack was heard around the lobby and the Petal fell backwards, sat on her knees shakily then lied down dead with a broken neck.

    

    The ponytail Petal threw her pistol away before S could pick the bob cut Petal\u0027s gun up.

    

    \"Thank you for saving me the trouble. It\u0027s hard to write the after action report if I shot that one.\"

    

    The ponytail Petal had the same voice as S. Then, S looked harder and saw her own face.

    

    \"Let\u0027s go over this quick. Your boss is way more closer to Bai Bi than you thought, he was trying to set up a formal partnership. His offers included security contracts for cities we operate in, and genetic data from every female mercenary in the payroll including you and K. I am the new you, the better version of you.\"

    

    \"A Chinese copy of me. I must say they have a good taste!\"

    

    The Petal clone of S drew her sword, threw the sheath behind her, and pointed it at S.

    

    \"Let\u0027s show everyone a good dance!\"

    

    S threw the gun at her clone\u0027s head, and raised the dead Petal on the floor up. Clone Petal dodged the gun, but S shoved the corpse into her path before she could strike.

    

    Clone Petal pushed the body away with the free hand. She must have an order of minimizing damage to surroundings too, thought S. She had planned to let the sword get stuck in the dead girl or knock it off, but there was no luck.

    

    The clone came at S from another direction, swinging the sword like she was dancing. S stretched her fishing wire out and prepared to tangle the sword between her fists. She made a leap to go towards the sword, but the clone Petal pulled back at the last second and grinned at her.

    

    \"I know every trick you have!\"

    

    The Petal made a very accurate cut and sliced the wire in half. There was more hidden inside the roll on S\u0027 wrist, but it would be harder to pull out and hold onto in combat.

    

    S retreated towards a row of computers used by bank employees in the lobby. The clone followed like she have guessed. She must be trying to prove how superior to the original she is by perfectly following her order to guard the bank\u0027s property. S also wanted to prove her own superiority over the copy, but she was having a hard time thinking of advantages on her hands. The Petal was faster, armed with a sword and bulletproof Chi armor, and not exhausted from earlier fighting. She even had longer, smoother hair.

    

    The Petal was within sword reach and sliced at S horizontally. S ducked down and rolled away, not caring about how bad this may have looked in a minidress. The clone followed but kept distance, her sword raised high.

    

    S threw out her two last remaining syringes at the same time. The clone blocked both of them with her sword, just as S expected. Before the clone could pose her sword again, S kicked her straight in the right hand which held the sword. The sword fell off and the girl backed off in pain. A normal soldier or even a normal Petal would have cursed and screamed, but she only frowned.

    

    S then kicked the sword away as she stood up. The Petal regained her pose too, and punched at S with her left hand. S moved aside to let clone Petal pass, then grabbed onto the long ponytail tight.

    

    Wrapping both their left arms in the long hair, S dragged the girl identical to her down to the floor and stretched the clone\u0027s right arm straight backwards using her own right hand. She pressed both knees onto the back of the elbow, dislocating it.

    

    The Petal screamed in pain. It sounded different than S\u0027 memory of herself being injured, more animal like, more child like too. Time to finally end this night.

    

    Left arm still tightly locked with the clone\u0027s, S dragged both of them slowly towards the sword on the floor. She picked it up, and gently pressed it onto her clone\u0027s neck.

    

    \"Any last words?\"

    

    \"You can\u0027t... You can\u0027t... Ahh!\"

    

    Pain from the broken arm stopped the Petal from saying anything more, she kept gasping, even started sobbing a little.

    

    \"No, I don\u0027t know either. Sorry.\"

    

    S ran out of patience. She made a fast cut, opened the clone\u0027s artery and windpipe with no resistance. Then, she dripped the sword and held her right hand on the girl\u0027s waist tight from the back. There was no sexual touching, S tried to be compassionate to the Petal who once tried steal her identity. The hot blood washed over both of them, and S started to feel relaxed for the first time this night.

    

    \"Good work, kid. You call for cleanup anytime you want. Go get a shower.\"

    

    The voice in S\u0027 radio this time came from her boss. The man could be very demanding on her performance, but deep down he wouldn\u0027t sell her out.

    

    Epilogue

    The next evening, the board of directors\u0027 room of the American headquarters of Bai Bi industries was in heated debate. A man and a woman stood in front of a video conference screen with two older men facing them.

    

    On another screen was a terrible scene laid out in detail, but presented in a strange way that could be called loving. The seven Petals killed in the incident were laid side by side on a wooden floor of an unknown building somewhere. Each of them were dressed in a set of spotless clean white pajamas, barefoot and hair undone, with pink ribbons tied around where they were injured and where the killing blow hit. It was S\u0027 idea and handiwork to pay them respect and reflect her own victory. The dead Petals looked more peaceful and beautiful in death than in life.

    

    \"Professor, this was a waste of money and lives. Your new generation clone had no improvement over the orphan soldiers, yet went on the mission without sufficient training.\"

    

    One of the men on the screen was Shen Long, chief of the Petal field operation.

    

    \"It was your insufficient training.\"

    

    The man he referred to as the Professor complained.

    

    \"You did not gave her enough time! She have not learned teamwork or leadership.\"

    

    Shen Long was irritated.

    

    \"It was insubordination from one of your top student that stopped the team from preparing defense.\"

    

    The Professor shouted back, but the woman next to him, the CEO Bai Meihua, gave him no support. Her eyes were fixed on the Petals\u0027 sweet sleeping faces. The white pajamas made the dead girls look like angels, pink ribbons a cold but not grotesque reminder of their errors. Broken necks were made straight again, so was the clone\u0027s dislocated arm. Painful expressions all fixed by S, as nicely as she could. Even the sword cut was sewn back. However, S\u0027 boss did not mention her role in the incident at all.

    

    \"Enough! It was pointless. The Americans were open to our offer in the first place. Showing them weakness did not build their trust in us.\"

    

    Bai Yong, the founder of Bai Bi, said sternly.

    

    \"However, we gave their ego a boost. They were running dry, needed our money to operate, and we need a new partner in the American Midwest. We can build a mutually beneficial relation from there. This can be a night we all put behind.\"

    

    \"Yes, yes, I will put it behind and go back to step one with cloning experiments.\"

    

    The Professor brought the topic back to his work. Shen Long was about to speak but Bai Yong waved him down.

    

    \"Correct. Your project has not been changed in any way, but you should no longer interfere in training and field operation matters.\"

    

    The Professor grinned. Bai Meihua pushed him aside.

    

    \"We lost six people because of him. His clone Petal is also our loss. We can\u0027t even bring them home. Old man, did you just say we should forget their sacrifices and keep doing business without the American mercenaries having to pay?\"

    

    \"I understand you. Be assured, I will not deploy Petals to the United States outside of being your personal guard. Not all is lost for the Petals either. The Americans have sent them to a cryo storage lab they owned and gave me their DNA files.\"

    

    The video conference shut down. Bai Meihua waited for the Professor to leave, and started sobbing in front of the screen. The clone Petal\u0027s face appeared relaxed and and apologetic to her, as if telling her none of it was her fault. 

      ¦Ì¨²6??  Petal Story: Brute Force Solution
Blaze gave the three girls standing by the alley entrance a brief look. Two of them were wearing black leather leotards, one was in a red minidress. They looked like hookers, not because of the revealing clothing but because they were sharing some drugs from a plastic bag. Her own clothing fits in with the mean streets too, attractive but won\u0027t raise any attention. It\u0027s not Blaze\u0027s job to mind them, she was only dropping by for two days to pick up information on the company called Bai Bi. Now, she has all she need on the computer inside her briefcase.

    

    It was getting late, she went into the alley and hoped it can be a good shortcut to where she parked her car.

    

    Blaze heard the sound of high heels following her.

    

    \"Hey bitch!\"

    

    She looked back. One of the girls in black, was pointing at her while the other came towards her. The first one was tall, her orange hair and shiny leotard with exposed back reflected bright under the street lights, showing off her curves. The second one has short boyish blond hair, and large firm breasts on her slender athletic body, held by a corset top with straps tied to her leather collar. The asian girl in the red minidress further away was pulling out something strapped on her right thigh.

    

    Blaze slowly turned around to have a better look, allowing the two girls in black to take positions on her sides.

    

    \"Hands up, officer Fielding. Give me your computer!\"

    

    The red minidress girl said in perfect english and held up a pistol. She looked much younger than the other two, maybe even underage to be in the sex business. Her minidress was very revealing, with a large chest window and high bottom cut, and long black stockings up to her thigh. Her hairstyle was a short bob cut with a pair of hair buns on the side. Although, the trained way she held her gun showed she was serious.

    

    Blaze slowly raised her hands then dropped the briefcase. As the blond girl went to pick it up, she dodged behind her and kicked her in the stomach.

    

    The leotard girl with orange hair ran towards Blaze and kicked at her face. Blaze backed away, pushed her leg upwards, making her lose her balance and hit the wall behind. These two dominatrix girls are not very experienced in fighting, she could tell.

    

    Blaze came face to face with the asian girl in a dash and threw her internal force at her. She knocked the girl\u0027s pistol off, but the girl herself backed off from the impact in time bouncing, like she was dancing.

    

    Blaze caught the gun in mid air, removed its magazine then ejected its chamber. She did not want the attackers\u0027 friends to notice if they are nearby, or alert the town police if they had a part in this.

    

    She smiled and nodded at the red minidress girl, who smiled back.

    

    The short hair blond girl came behind her and Blaze turned around just in time to dodge her right fist. The blond girl then swung her left knee at Blaze, but Blaze caught the knee with her right hand and stretched the girl\u0027s leg upwards. She then punched the blond girl right in the center of her chest with a full swing.

    

    The girl gasped hard and the straps on her collar pulling the corset top broke. She fell backwards and landed in a spread eagle shape, coughing and gurgling.

    

    \"Fuck you!\"

    

    The orange hair dominatrix girl shouted and charged at Blaze, who easily dodged away. The alley was tight for her members but not for her.

    

    She heard the red minidress girl was coming up next so she pushed the orange hair girl towards her, then threw a punch at the direction she expected the minidress girl to appear from.

    

    However, Blaze was surprised. The red minidress girl caught the dominatrix by the strings pulling up her leotard front and swung around, making her act as a shield in front of Blaze\u0027s fist. The orange hair girl\u0027s exposed back was very soft to the touch, muscle not tensed up like a fighter.

    

    Blaze moved to her right and kept throwing punches, but the red minidress girl only turned her shield around and kept dodging. All the punches and kicks from Blaze still landed on the dominatrix, this time on her soft bouncy breasts and smooth stomach tightly wrapped under the shiny black leather. She still tried to attack with a high kick, but lost her strength fast.

    

    Suddenly, the girl used as a shield fell back. She was actually pulled back by the red minidress girl by the shoulders, who then pressed down and swung up to raise her own legs high into the air, trying to pin down Blaze\u0027s neck with her thighs. Under the minidress, her white underwear was clearly visible.

    

    Blaze leaned back and kicked out the dominatrix below the minidress girl, then punched the minidress girl in the spine. The smooth skin felt like it was coated with an invisible shell, and Blaze\u0027s fist travelled all the way up, giving the girl\u0027s bottom a light rub.

    

    The red minidress girl shouted in pain and fell to the ground head first, with nothing to stop her fall. Her neck bent to a strange angle with a loud crack. Her torso collapsed on top of her, then bounced and landed on her back. She stopped moving or making any sound afterwards.

    

    Blaze was shocked. She quickly knelt down and tried to find breath or a pulse on the girl, but there was none. She died with her eyes and mouth wide open when her neck broke from the fall, and Blaze closed them gently.

    

    Next, Blaze checked the girl with orange hair. There was no sigh of life either. The beating she took and the drug she tried before the fight made her heart pump faster than it could, but also weaker.

    

    The blond girl was dead too. She was only knocked out by the punch, but because of the way she fell on the ground and also the drug acting up, she threw up in her mouth and chock to death when nobody was watching.

    

    Blaze sighed and pulled up the dead girl\u0027s corset top then went to pick up the briefcase. She did expect to run into a fight and see some criminal to be killed on this trip, but killing three people by hand was too much, even if it was self defense. She was not comfortable seeing they die in almost accidental ways.

    

    \"Hyah!\"

    

    A shout hit her at the same time as an invisible shockwave, knocking her to the ground.

    

    Another asian girl in a red minidress, with two long pigtail braids and a better exercised body, appeared from nowhere. Blaze stayed still, recovering and silently thinking her next move.

    

    Fortunately, the new girl did not think she was a big threat like this and went to pick up the briefcase first.

    

    Blaze waited for the girl to come close enough and punched her in the stomach hard, with all the strength she still had. The girl gasped I pain and fell onto her knees, twitching. Her head dropped low and her arms fell to her sides.

    

    Blaze grabbed the briefcase and ran without looking back. She kept her alert high, but there was no more footsteps behind her.

    

    She didn\u0027t know, her heavy punch killed the last Petal because the girl ran out of Chi after using the Chi Palm. The dead girl sat there releasing her bladder and losing control of her bowels, silently witnessing Bai Bi\u0027s attempt to solve a problem with brute force.

    

    Epilogue

    

    A large van with Bai Bi markings drove across the town towards a hospital sponsored by the company. In the cab, two men with concealed guns kept watch for police stops, insiders of the company\u0027s many secrets. In the back was a storage unit with climate control, alongside the corpses of four girls wrapped in body bags was a living man talking on a phone.

    

    \"Two initiates failed their field test, and the new synthetic awareness drug is a failure too. On the bright side, we saved good time and money on the drug research and used two workers from our ally for what we could have wasted two more initiates on.\"

    

    \"Are you sure you left no traces, Professor?\"

    

    \"Yes, we brought back the gun this time.\"

    

    \"I want you to establish a strong connection with the organization you hired the two from. We should value their loyalty.\"

    

    \"About my cloning project, then...\"

    

    \"Yes. You are cleared to use casualties from our ally as blueprints. Over and out.\"

    

    The Professor smiled and pulled open the zipper on a body bag. He set the dead girl with orange hair up next to him, put his hand under the leather leotard and gave her breasts a squeeze.

    

    \"Have you heard the good news?\" 

      ¦Ì¨²7??  Petal Story: Kokoro vs Petals


    

    Kokoro leaped backwards as the two almost identical girls with flower hairpins came charging, almost flying at her. She salvaged her momentum with a backflip, to land in a stance for attacking. There was no apparent opportunity to try talking to them; they must be martial artists, though their expressions were completely different from the girlfriends she knew. The vacation she won form the folk dance competition was obviously ruined.

    

    \"They are here to either kill or kidnap me.\"

    

    There was no one else on the beach and only a few staffs in the resort. She clenched her teeth as the girl in the red sling piece was about to enter an arm\u0027s reach. Kokoro already has the resolve needed; she was simply focusing her strength. The other girl also saw this in her eyes and gasped.

    

    Kokoro\u0027s left hand switched from a fist to an open palm and pushed forward, hitting the attacking girl above her navel. The girl\u0027s breasts, only slightly smaller than hers, quaked even more violently than the rest of her body at the impact.

    

    The red swimsuit\u0027s slings ripped to pieces as the girl gave out a short yelp of pain. She flew backwards with almost the same momentum as she charged, her heart stopping at the same instance she landed on the sand. Kokoro had no intent to kill, but it seems her surprise counterattack is too powerful for someone not trained as extensively as the martial artists she knew.

    

    \"Sorry, All the Hakyokuken fighting moves I have been practicing can kill.\"

    

    She stepped back and switched to a more defensive stance. Kokoro grabbed some breath and questioned the remaining girl in the yellow bikini if she is going to fight after seeing her teammate die.

    

    There was no answer, so she decided to keep defending herself actively. She charged and aimed an arm swipe at the girl\u0027s left hand.

    

    The girl in the bikini matched her attack with a move to Kokoro\u0027s upper left arm. Then, a heavy swinging kick to her head and a low swipe.

    

    \"This girl is skilled, about my age? Her body is smaller than mine, trained as extensive as I am. Perhaps the other one isn\u0027t any worse. Though, their weakness could be the fortitude of their organs. \"

    

    She pulled back and crouched down, as the flower girl moved into an attack stance and readied herself to charge again. Then, Kokoro stood up using a spinning move and kicked the girl under her breasts with her full strength.

    

    The girl screamed and gulped out blood when the kick connected, then she lost her balance and fell backwards coughing. Maybe some ribs cracked.

    

    \"One dead and one heavily injured should send a clear message to their boss.\"

    

    Kokoro set off back to the hotel to call the police. She had not been in a fight for quite some time, not even a friendly match, so this has been quite stressful for her physically and mentally. It was genuine self defense, but she pitied the girl she killed deeply, and wondered if the injured one should stay in jail for her own safety. Their beauty was something she never wanted to ruin.

    

    However, she heard the yellow bikini girl scramble up behind her coughing and panting. Kokoro turned back, crossing her arms to brace for the girl\u0027s new charging attack.

    

    \"You are weaker than me after all. Attack only mean charging to you? You\u0027ll only get killed too!\"

    

    To her surprise, the girl flipped her arms upwards and punched her lower rib cage with a lightning-fast jab. Kokoro finally received a taste of her own winning move; she dropped to her knees gasping for air.

    

    Then, the flower girl roared and kicked her on the same spot. It was an upward brushing kick so hard that the attacker backflipped to bring it more momentum. Kokoro\u0027s bikini top broke apart just like the swimsuit on the girl she killed, and her head jolted backward in an unnatural angle.

    

    \"You got your revenge, impressive work. Live on happily for me if you can.\"

    

    Kokoro was still alive despite the impact and the long fall. However, she was nearly unconscious and completely immobile.

    

    The girl wiped away blood and spit from her mouth and walked back to where her sister fell. She sobbed as she discovered no signs of life, then she kissed the dead and half naked girl repeatedly.

    

    Kokoro heared the girl say something to her sister full of tears, then footsteps approaching her. Her right leg was resting on her left when she collapsed, she felt the girl pulled it away. Then, she felt her bikini bottom\u0027s strings being untied. Finally the flower hairpin girl forced her eyes open, a bright yet evil smirk on her face.

    

    She struggled to drive the girl away with one hand, yet the girl sat down breathing heavily beside her without any sign. She was as exhausted as Kokoro.

    

    \"...I get to survive. I\u0027m sorry.\"

    

    The girl sat for a few minutes resting without moving, yet Kokoro has regained some strength. She lurched up, encircled the girl\u0027s waist with both hands, and pulled her down into a faceful of sand. She then pressed her naked full body onto the girl\u0027s back, locking her legs with her own.

    

    She locked the girl\u0027s right arm with her own, too, and punched the girl\u0027s neck repeatedly with all the strength she can muster. The flower hairpin girl lost consciousness without too much of a fight.

    

    \"It has to be you this time. You shouldn\u0027t be pausing to play with me when you could have called your boss, tied me up or finished me. It would not be what your sister wanted. Say sorry to her, and tell her I am sorry too.\"

    

    Kokoro flipped the girl on to her back and pressed tight on her neck using her left hand, while tapping the girl\u0027s chest with her right hand in an open palm. The girl\u0027s impressive breasts bounced and quivered as she tried to pump more air in despite the weight on her windpipe, her beautiful childlike face twisted in pain.

    

    \"It will be over soon.\"

    

    Kokoro moved her right hand under the girl\u0027s yellow bikini bottom and massaged her softly, while her legs slowly rubbed the girl\u0027s. She hoped that she can comfort the girl in her final minutes; the girl indeed answered her with a light smile, a happy soft moan and some whimpers under pain. After what seemed to be an eternity, the girl\u0027s desperate gasping stopped, her blushing cute face relaxed.

    

    Kokoro pulled her hand out of the soaked bikini bottom and wept softly, her tears washing away the sands on the girl\u0027s face.

    

    \"Goodbye. It was a nice day meeting both of you. Though, I must borrow your bikini.\"

    

    There was no more reporting to the police necessary. After Kokoro stripped the yellow bikini off the corpse and put them on herself, she carried her gently onto an inflatable raft nearby. It was tiring, but it must be done, and the same tribute must be paid to the girl she killed earlier. She put the sisters in an embrace with each other, then pushed the raft out into sea. 

      ¦Ì¨²8??  Petal Story: Taking New Grounds Extra 
Lan was deep asleep but her dream came from a computer. It was linked to many sensors and devices strapped to her body, the only things she wore this night. Her athletic and sexy youthful body was fully nude with no blanket on, perky white breasts rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 

    

    

    Several men and women share this dimly lit room with her, fully awake, but they were Bai Bi\u0027s scientists, more interested in her brain activities than in her body. Through the computer, they can make Lan see information they send to her and train her in her sleep. Their director, a man only known as the Professor, and Zhou, a young but prestigious security officer, both wore VR headsets to see from within the fight.

    

    

    This time Lan was reliving her mission in Miss Luo\u0027s mansion, fighting each of her opponents again and again with new variations to see how she would adapt.

    

    

    The scientists have gathered all the information they can about Miss Luo and her bodyguards, from their own video records taken from the mansion to police reports on previous arrests of some bodyguards. The nine young women themselves were also used reference material, because after their corpses were stored in a Bai Bi lab, they were all carefully measured and filmed. This means Lan can fight their digital copies, with the same muscle strength and fighting style, and other Petals can also use the same data to train. 

    

    

    Lan\u0027s opponent tonight was Mikala Forrest, a wrestler who joined a criminal organization founded by an old friend of hers. Born to Japanese and American parents, she was also called Mika when she was in the underground wrestling world. Another member of her organization called Jocelyn was also killed that day, but their bosses have not caught the news yet.

    

    

    Mikala gave Lan a good fight, but Lan was able to outsmart her and kill her without wasting too much time. On the side of a giant screen beside Lan\u0027s bed, there was a picture taken of Mikala\u0027s muscular dead body in the lab, stripped clean and every injury marked out. Taking up most of the screen is a simulation of Lan and Mika\u0027s fight.

    

    

    Lan saw Mika alive, in the same exposing clothing as the time they fought, tanned skin shining under the bright sun again. For Lan, fighting and killing enemies in her dream was normal, and she even told the scientists this kind of training is like saving the best fighting game levels to play again. 

    

    

    This time there was no on else at the training sand pit and she had no sword, so Lan decided to take the wrestler head on. 

    

    

    Lan jumped at Mika, crouching low as she landed. She knew the wrestler\u0027s weakness was the legs under the heavy boots. However, she could not expect Mika immediately making a kick at her.

    

    

    Lan stood up and dodged back, Mika followed. She was just as quick as Lan, and Lan was able to smell the herbal oil on Mika\u0027s skin again. 

    

    

    Subconsciously, Lan licked her lips at the aroma. They kept chasing each other, but she wanted to get close no matter what, not just for winning this fight. 

    

    

    Lan\u0027s eyes kept focusing on Mika\u0027s impressive ripe breasts under the bandage tube top. Her instinct as a fighter was against doing so, but Lan could not control herself the way she wanted today. Whenever she looks up from Mika\u0027s tanned cleavage, she would notice the wrestler smiling, giving back her attention. 

    

    

    Lan tried to look down instead, to find another chance to throw Mika off balance. She had to shake her head to stop her mind from imagining the warmth and smoothness of Mika\u0027s oiled abs. Inside her mind where the scientists could not see a simulation of, Lan was hungry of going forward, to start massaging Mika\u0027s abs and continue all the way down.

    

    

    She made a wrong step, and Mika grabbed onto her left arm. The larger girl grinned, pulling her down and locked tightly onto her shoulder.

    

    

    Lan\u0027s mind was a blank. The scientists watched the computer\u0027s interpretation of Lan\u0027s dream patiently to see if it had ran into an error or if Lan had met a problem she couldn\u0027t solve, the first time since this mission was replayed. 

    

    In fact, Lan was overjoyed to feel Mika\u0027s skin on her own. It was a different feeling from the loving touch of Hui or other Petals, and more exciting than an embrace of a Bai Bi client. Not even Zhou and the other adopted sons of Shen Long gave her this feeling. It made her heart rush even faster than the night she and Hui spent with Y after they just survived an assassination together.

    

    The Professor noticed Lan\u0027s sudden change in heart rate, but he did not take it very seriously. The system was advanced but not stable, if anything went wrong the scientists would stop it and try again later. Zhou was more concerned because he knew there was a lot of data received by Lan, such as images of Mikala\u0027s simulated body, detail pictures of the wrestler\u0027s real body, and audio recordings taken from the mansion phone. There could be too much information for the human brain to understand.

    

    Lan told herself to give in to her desire. She moved her head forward, pressing her lips on Mika\u0027s exposed arm, and greedily took in the taste of herbal oil. She did not pay any attention to the fight anymore, she knew the wrestler would let her enjoy.

    

    Mika\u0027s grip loosened at the touch of Lan\u0027s lips. Her muscles stopped being tense immediately, her whole body shuddering. Lan heard the girl faintly moaning.

    

    Lan pulled her left arm out and wrapped both around Mika\u0027s back. Then, she moved her head all the way to Mika\u0027s neck without lifting up, her tongue drawing a line along the way, resting on Mika\u0027s throat finally. Lan just stayed in the pose without a care, satisfied at the hum inside the wrestler girl\u0027s throat becoming stronger.

    

    \"No... Please don\u0027t...\"

    

    Mika begged Lan. Her muscle were not resisting, so Lan moved her kiss upwards after hearing this. Lan briefly stopped on Mika\u0027s left cheek, then finally moved onto her mouth.

    

    Mika\u0027s mouth was still open. Her tongue tried to back away at first, but soon connected with Lan\u0027s. They kept the kiss there for what felt like an eternity to Lan. 

    

    Lan felt Mika\u0027s hands on the skin of her back, exposed by her minidress, this time they were gentle and soft. They stayed there like Mika had no idea of what to do next. However Lan had an idea, her hands were already in place and it was something she had always wanted to find out. 

    

    Lan pulled at the knot on the back of Mika\u0027s bandage tube top, dug at it with her finger nails, but trying to not hurt the wrestler girl.

    

    Mika backed away from the kiss at this, and Lan hurried to move her hands away but still would not let this moment between them go.

    

    \"It\u0027s fine... You just wait, okay?\"

    

    Mika spoke again and flexed her muscles. The tube top was loosened enough by Lan, it came off very easily. Lan first felt the touch of Mika\u0027s hard nipples before daring to look down. The wrestler\u0027s tanned breasts were just as shapely as when they were bound.

    

    \"I... Let me... Please!\"

    

    Lan howled and bowed her head down, burying her face in Mika\u0027s cleavage. At the same time her hands fully pulled back, caught Mika\u0027s hands, and pressed them onto the minidress\u0027 sides. Mika\u0027s touch now felt burning hot on Lan\u0027s skin, but Lan still waited for Mika\u0027s fingers to move under the silk and onto her breasts to start her own joyful humming. 

    

    Finally, Mika\u0027s thumbs pressed on Lan\u0027s nipples. 

    

    \"Aah!\"

    

    It was like electricity running through Lan\u0027s body, she shudders and twitches, loosing all control. It was a feeling Lan did not know she lived for.

    

    Computer charts showed every sign that Lan was having an orgasm. Her womanhood was also visibly gaining moisture.

    

    The scientists did not expect this, and neither was Zhou. He grew up with Lan under Shen Long\u0027s watch, and the company was not against intimate bonds between Petals and specialists like him, in fact, he was encouraged to offer sexual tension release to Petals. Although, right now he was not jealous. He was extremely alarmed about Lan\u0027s safety. What if the system gives her a heart attack?

    

    The Professor told him to stay and watch.

    

    Lan recovered from the first climax fast thanks to her Petal body. She found herself lying on her back, Mika on top of her, with a passive and almost submissive smile.  She reached up and slid her hands up and down along Mika\u0027s toned back, in the end resting on the edge of the muscular girl\u0027s triangle wrestling pants. 

    

    Mika nodded and shifted, giving Lan a hand to pull it down. She wasn\u0027t wearing anything underneath, but the neat shave added to her healthy and tomboyish look.

    

    Lan looked up pleadingly and held back herself for a moment, then tore her silk panties off herself from the side in one rough move. She ground her thigh upwards, pressing into Mika\u0027s centre. She moved her right hand to Mika\u0027s bottom, then placing her left on her shoulder to get into a sitting position together. Without the need of her to say anything, Mika put her hands between both their thighs. 

    

    Lan remembered Mika saying that the herbal oil she used was a good lube, even though back then she did not know what the athletic tanned wrestler girl was called. Now she can feel it for herself, although sweat and their own fluids must have helped too. Still, there was a coolness hard to find outside of the oil, when Lan\u0027s whole body was steaming hot and her minidress stuck to her skin.

    

    The index and middle fingers of Mika\u0027s right hand went inside Lan with no resistance. However, when Mika was about to pull them back, she was not able to.

    

    \"It\u0027s okay, Lan... I won\u0027t leave you...\"

    

    Mika spoke softly. Her breath was picking up its pace, like the movement of her left hand in her own womanhood.

    \"No! Mika! Mika!\"

    

    Lan screamed, her hands moving across Mika\u0027s body with no sense in their movement. In the end, they held onto Mika\u0027s left hand. After a short silence, Lan\u0027s right hand took over the place in pleasuring Mika.

    

    Now Mika had the permission to pull back and enter again. Her fingers went slowly, hesitated to hurt the petite girl at first, but followed Lan\u0027s pace soon. After that, the girls\u0027 moaning, their breathing, became a single rhythm. 

    

    Lan felt herself losing control of more than her lust and her body. She had reached a point where she was moaning and humming without inhaling any air, but she did not care anymore. She wanted to give in, she wanted to loose to more things, she wanted to lose. 

    

    Mika would not let her lose. The wrestler girl was satisfying her without any reservation, she was a pure source of vibrant happiness. Lan not only wanted Mika to her hers forever, but also wanted to give something to Mika back.

    

    Lan wanted to give all she had to Mika, even her breath. Pulling her even closer, breast to breast, Lan buried her face on Mika\u0027s neck and pressed her open mouth there tight. Her tongue began drawing an infinite circle.

    

    Suddenly, Lan felt Mika\u0027s finger went in much deeper than before, without pulling back. Lan\u0027s fingers however were completely gripped and immobile. Mika was at her limit. 

    

    \"Aah... Lan! Lan! Aaaaaaaah!\" 

    

    Mika\u0027s head bowed down, her body arched and slumped downwards in a climax Lan had never seen. As she moaned, her twitching gave her fingers still inside Lan\u0027s womanhood an unexpected motion.

    

    \"Mika! Mikaaaaaaaaaaa...\" 

    

    This was all she needed. Lan collapsed onto Mika, like they were melting into each other. Their voices were already one, neither can pull out from the other\u0027s body.

    

    When both their shuddering finally ended, they both lost all strength. Lan was the first to fall to her lef from her sitting pose, bringing Mika down with her, but she followed the wrestler\u0027s next unconscious move. They rolled off the wrestling sand pit together, onto the green lawn outside the ring.

    

    Lan found her arms fallen away from Mika as they rolled, with no energy to reach back. However, Mika just grinned.

    

    \"I\u0027ll be back, Lan.\"

    

    \"I promise I\u0027ll be back too...\"

    

    Then, Lan fell into real sleep.

    

    In the real world, she was having an orgasm too. A sizable puddle already appeared under her bottom, and a stream was still gushing out between her youthful white thighs. Even her childlike face was betrayed by sweat and a strong blush, her moaning only starting to fall back into regular breathing.  

    

    The scientists were confused and embarrassed, but they were also relieved. Lan was not harmed from the experience, as all sign reads, it was only her mind making a holiday break for her from the material given by the system. If she was growing attached to the wrestler girl she killed, there are ways to make some use out of the situation, the Professor guaranteed but did not tell Zhou any details. 

    

    \"You don\u0027t need to worry. When she wakes up in the morning, you can give her sexual counseling if there\u0027s anything wrong. No, you should do it anyway, I will cover the write up.\"

    

    Zhou was not interested in what the doctor said.

    

    \"She doesn\u0027t need it. Just look at her, she needs a towel and all these things taken off her. Let her live with Hui, gve her some real rest, and real love.\"

      ¦Ì¨²9??  Petal Story: In the Field (1)
It was early evening in San Francisco. Hui waited in a rented luxury car for Zhou to come out of the cocktail party with their target, Lucy. This rich young woman was found to be gathering information on Bai Bi Industries\u0027 weapon deals and leaking them to competitors, her employers unknown. 

    

    Lucy\u0027s activities have exposed Bai Bi\u0027s connections to investigations and terrorist attacks, so the directors gave Hui and Zhou the order to reclaim all intelligence still in her hands and exterminate her.

    

    Hui was bored. She has posed as a regular business driver for hours while Zhou was inside a hotel, following and chatting up Lucy. He had a nice suit with a fresh red tie for this occasion. On her own, she could have went in and kill the target in an hour without anyone noticing, but the mission needed a man\u0027s charms to make Lucy lead them to her safehouse.

    

    Finally, she heard a knock on the car window. Zhou had walked up with Lucy putting and arm on his shoulders all the way to the car, holding her other hand. Lucy was very drunk, her round, youthful face red and steaming. She had a form fitting red silk dress that could barely stay on the smooth skin of her curvaceous young body.

    

    \"Lucy, please let me help you home. Just tell the driver the address.\"

    

    Hearing this, Lucy kissed Zhou on the cheek loudly and told Hui. Then, they both sat into the back row.

    

    \"Are we done now? I\u0027ll drive to the cleaners.\"

    

    After the door was closed, Hui asked and pulled out a silenced pistol. The address should be correct because Zhou has brought a truth serum with him on the mission. She knew she was feeling jealous.

    

    Lucy saw the gun pointed at her, even though she could not sit straight. She realized what was happening but did not resist.

    

    \"No, bring her home like she said.\"

    

    Zhou smiled to both of them.

    

    At the house at the address Lucy told them, Zhou walked her to the door again, being the best gentleman he can. Hui tried to pick the lock open, but Zhou asked Lucy for her key. Lucy did as he said, not only doing so because of the truth serum.

    

    Inside, they all went to Lucy\u0027s bedroom. Zhou helped Lucy sit on a solid wooden chair next to her desk and turned it around facing the grand looking bed. seeing she was still too drunk to escape, Hui went around looking for documents and media to secure. 
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