You’re standing in the training arena, arms folded, waiting for Female Gogeta to show you this new "close-quarters combo" she’s been hyping up. You’re bigger than her—taller, broader, heavier—but she’s so much stronger that none of it really matters.

She walks in with a smirk and a gleam in her eye, wearing a cropped fusion top that barely contains her overflowing chest and tight, skin-hugging pants that make her ass look like a planet about to go supernova.

“Ready, big guy?” she purrs, rolling her shoulders. “This one’s all about body-to-body rhythm.”

You raise your guard… and she closes the distance instantly.

But instead of striking, she slams her hips into yours, pinning your back to the wall. Her breasts bounce from the impact, squishing up into your chest. “Oops~” she giggles. “You flinched.”

You try to push her back, but her strong, curvy body stays locked to yours. Then she starts moving—her thick hips slowly grinding into your crotch, her chest bouncing against you with every teasing sway.

“This is all part of the technique,” she whispers in your ear, her voice sultry. “I wear you down… one stroke at a time.”

Her thighs flex against yours, her chest now fully pressed against your torso, your chin nearly resting on her cleavage. She lets out a breathy moan, her lips brushing your jaw.

“You always act tough, but I know you love this,” she teases, licking her lips. “The way you’re pulsing right now? Yeah… you’re already mine.”

Your hands tremble—not from fear, but arousal—as she speeds up the grind, her heat overwhelming. You don’t even realize your knees are buckling until she catches you, hips still rolling, lips brushing your ear:

“Now let’s see if you can take the finisher…”