My Sexy Sensei: Intro/Mini Story

Like I mentioned in the poll, I had an idea to do something with a pervy old martial artist woman harassing a student. I threw this together as a concept to test it out, and figured I'd see what folks think of it before dropping it in the next poll or two.

Jenna Hudson hiked up the last of the mountain. It was a gorgeous view, full of trees and sun and clouds that veiled the world around her when she looked far enough. Even the local hikers didn't come this far from the trails, but she was somewhat special and with a greater purpose in mind. She leapt towards the nearest cliff, bracing her arms against the stone on either side and carefully shuffling herself up. She wasn't especially strong or big (for the most part), but she was determined. If she wanted to get up this mountain, so help her she would!

Jen finally pulled herself up to the top of the mountain's plateau. Her long red hair was done into a ponytail, tucked back out of her way for the long and exhausting climb. She wore a thick jacket over her shirt, and that did little to hide her especially feminine figure. A huge chest had required her to get a custom-made coat for the climb, though she found it surprisingly warm up at the top. She pulled the rest of her body, J-cups squishing and bouncing underneath her as her wide hips wiggled to get over the last of the edge. She took a desperate chug of her water before turning to see what she had worked so hard for.

A traditional-looking Japanese house was tucked away in these mountains, the home of the mysterious hermit and martial arts mistress. Some said she was hundreds, or even thousands of years old, but all agreed she was one of the strongest women alive. There was a small pond of fish and a garden of decorative plants as well as vegetables. Sitting in the standard meditative pose was a beautiful young Asian woman, slim and lean all around with long black hair down past her hips. Her eyes were closed but she reached out while Jen stared to sip from a delicate cup of tea before returning to her pose.

"Oh! Uhm... hi! Hello," Jenna fumbled as she hurried back to her feet, trying to look less sweaty and dirty than she really was. "I've come seeking training! Do you know where the master who lives here is?"

The woman opened her eyes to look over her before standing up. She was in a purple gi like a normal student, but it was lined with red along its edges and the collar ran invitingly along the edges of her flat breasts. "Oh, good. You're a woman!" the mysterious woman chimed. "Much more interesting than the last ones. All burly men and impressionable boys who think they're worth my time."

"Your time," Jenna repeated. "Then you are...?"

"Akemi," the woman said with a wide and eager grin. "It means 'bright and beautiful.' And it is a pleasure to meet you, to be certain!"

Jenna had started to bow, skeptical that this woman was the hundred+ year old master but wanting to play it safe. Before she could get all the way down, the Japanese woman stepped up to her and grabbed her around the waist in a hug. Jen was a few inches taller than Akemi, given her American heritage, which put her head just above Jen's chest. It was awkward at first, until Akemi grabbed her by the ass and shamelessly groped around.

"Ahh, nice and soft. I haven't felt anyone so pleasant in a long time," Akemi sighed almost musically.

"H-hey! Knock it off back there!" Jen babbled. She blushed and tried to excuse it as some local customer or quirk of the reclusive woman, but she buried her face in between Jen's enormous breasts.

"And like pillows of the gods," she mewled, grinding her face into the bared skin of her cleavage. "I'm sure you'll make a beautiful... I mean wonderful student!"

"Nope! No! You know what?! If I knew you were just a lonely, pervy fraud, I wouldn't have bothered coming!" Jen ranted, shoving the shorter woman back and attempting to slap her in the face.

Simply watching Akemi move was a wonder in itself. It looked like Jen's hand passed through her, but she realized that she was already on the move. Akemi dodged it with ease, moving so fast that Jenna thought she could never properly see her movements, only the afterimages of her incredible speed and flexibility. She dodged around the slap in a sweeping sidestep, ducking under it and grabbing Jen by one of her giant breasts. Before Jen could grab her, her other palm shot forward and struck her in the stomach. While not especially hard, the precision of the blow left Jen flung backward off her feet, realizing suddenly just how close she still was to the edge of the mountainside. Jen fumbled to try to regain her footing or grab onto something, all too late before she tipped over the edge.

Akemi pulled on her handle of a breast, sending Jen spinning back around towards her. She brought Jenna swinging back onto solid ground, but tripping the American over her leg before tumbling over into the grass. Akemi was left holding her shirt while Jen fell right out of it, left in her sports bra that was straining to keep her wobbling just inside.

"Quite the view off these mountains," Akemi noted casually before tossing the top off the cliff. Jen winced, but a breeze caught it and let the shirt flap about before landing back on the ground beside her. "I just prefer hills and bulges made of flesh, myself."

Jen's heart was racing, still processing everything that had just happened to her. She hurried to get on her knees, bowing her head to the ground in front of the master until her chin touched her boobs. "I'm sorry! I didn't think you were real!" she confessed. "I wanted to train and become as powerful as you were, and... and... please take me as your student."

Akemi looked over the young woman, pretending to rub her nose when she wiped the blood away from it. She'd seen that kind of affect on tv and cartoons, but it was more of a combination of her strictly maintained body and the constant exposure to the mountain air's pressure. But looking over the half-naked girl, she obviously couldn't say no.

"Very well. I'll teach you as much as I can, and as much as you can endure. But you must know two things! You will need to do everything I say if you are to become a master such as I!"

"Yes, Akemi sensei!" Jen affirmed. Akemi liked the sound of that.

"And two, I may be a pervert, but I am no fraud. Any question to my honor and skill will be met similarly, student or stranger."

"Er... yes. I'm sorry again." Jen did regret her frustrated insult, though the fact that she was unapologetic about the groping and motorboating wasn't the most assuring. She was sure that she was in for a long and trying training under her new master.

Akemi walked into her dojo, a series of halls with old fashioned Japanese paper walls. "So... are the stories true? Are you really thousands of years old?" Jen asked curiously.

"Ha! Of course not," Akemi laughed brightly. "I've only just turned 716 last week."

"Seven-HUNDRED!?" Jen blurted. "You... you hardly look forty!"

Akemi stopped in her tracks, letting Jen walk past her and slapping her on the ass scoldingly. "I like to think I look like a twenty-year-old," she grumbled as Jen rubbed her bottom.

"It's... I mean, regardless, that's amazing," Jen said as she blushed from the embarassing punishment. "How could you possibly look that young?"

"Well, you're a girl with some meat on her bones," Akemi grinned, giving Jen's hips another squeeze as she urged her to walk on down the hall. "Have you ever heard of dieting?"

"What!? Yes I've heard of dieting!" Jen yelped, outraged by the claim. "I'm not that fat! It's all..."

"In those juicy hips and tits. I know," Akemi dismissed. "You've the body of a pornstar, not a porker. I just mean their teachings. Fiber, proteins, and all that. Controlling the body by chemicals and proper training." Akemi stepped in front of them, stomping her foot onto the edge of a floorboard. It swung up like a trap, getting Jen to gasp and shield her face, but Akemi punched ahead and splintered the end of it apart. "If one can control their bodyfat, proper knowledge and awareness of the body can control every last nerve and every muscle. You must learn your body just as I did. Just... remind me to fix that floorboard later."

Jen guessed that made some kind of sense. The old masters she'd heard about who fasted for weeks and controlled their body temperature spoke of similar concepts. Akemi stopped in front of the door near the end of the hall and faced her new student. "Before you enter this chamber... you must strip yourself down to nothing."

Jen started to reach for her shirt, but she caught the overly eager glance in Akemi's eye. "Whyyyy?" she asked.

"I thought I said you'd do everything I say," Akemi said with a frown.

"I will. I can still ask questions though, right?"

Akemi's frown lightened, but still looked a bit disappointed. "I said you must know your body, and so you shall. The clothes can interfere with your chi, and we will purify you of any such conflicts. Why, I was hardly twenty years myself when I lived naked in the frozen Himalayas, fighting bears and yetis just to stay warm..."

"Okay, okay, fine." Jenna slip off her top and tried to ignore the oggling old woman. "Wait, there are yetis in the Himalayas?"

"Not anymore, there's not," Akemi said a bit proudly as she watched wide-eyed and grinning as the girl stripped down to nothing. "Ah yes. Very pure," she mused as she eyed the neatly shaved bare spot between her legs. Jen blushed and wrapped her arms around her bouncy breasts and tried to cover up her pussy.

"Okay, so now what? How do I purify or whatever?"

"In here." Akemi slid open the door, showing a wide room with numerous mirrors lining the walls. She stepped in and waved Jen inside, where she quickly saw herself naked from every angle imaginable. "You must know your body like an old childhood home. Every bend, every dip, every crevice, every creaky floorboard..."

"Hey, my floorboards aren't creaky," Jen muttered before averting her eyes from the mirror that showed her jiggling booty.

"You will spend an hour in here every day observing yourself, learning every inch of flesh you have inside and out. With my supervision, of course..."

"With... with your...?"

"Of course I won't be in the room most of the time. I'll leave that to the hidden cameras."

"The what?!"

She spun around to face the old master, who raised her eyebrow with a smile. "I'm a hermit, not a luddite. I can provide you with a personal computer and a television as you like, and you can request anything that I can order on Amazon. One of the perks of being my student, the reception all the way up here is astounding and the drones have no problem reaching here!" Akemi said proudly. "I'll leave a number of my personal favorite porn sites bookmarked on there."

"Do I want to ask?"

"For your chakras. Nothing does the heart and the spirit better than three healthy meals and three intense masturbation sessions a day! The body knows what it wants, after all. Again, I'll be observing your process to ensure you're doing it correctly..."

"Of course," Jenna groaned, finding herself unable to look much of anywhere without seeing herself. She tried looking at the floor, just to find that there was a pane of glass there and on the ceiling as well, the prior of which let her look right up her unmentionables. "Is this whole place rigged up with these cameras?!"

"Pretty much."

"Even the bathroom!?" Akemi didn't answer. "That's illegal! I think..."

"It's a long way to the nearest police station, but I'm sure you'll find that it's my property, my dojo, my rules. And having conceded to my rules of training, I think you're quite complacent."

Jenna sighed in defeat and conceded. "Fine. I'll do whatever. Now... is this it? Am I pure enough yet?"

"For now. Next, let's get you into your proper training clothes." The old mistress grinned widely. "I think you'll find them rather... snug."