Chapter 11: The Iku Mai Showdown

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the chapters in order.

My phone vibrated. Not my normal phone, but the other one Mai knew I kept for music, organised by folder and with multiple playlists that played songs in random order using the app Musicolet. No Spotify for me, paying a subscription, having to search for music, and it not being uncompressed FLAC, and needing Wi-Fi or a SIM. I had all my illegal downloaded songs arranged just as I wanted, available wherever I was.

The phone also had another use. I used it to contact people I didn’t want Mai to know I was contacting. You ask how? I bought a cheap SIM, put it in the phone, authorised the number with WhatsApp, WeChat, Viber and Line, so I had all the Asian countries covered, then removed the SIM so it was only a music player. Mai knew it had no SIM because she occasionally checked the phone and thought it was just for music. What she hadn’t thought of was that I used my number one phone as a wifi hotspot when I was alone, with the few contacts and chats hidden in a secret folder that needed my fingerprint, and I deleted all messages and my replies.

This message was from Yumi, and after I read it, I knew The Plan worked perfectly, and I could use its flexibility to manipulate Asian women. Summarised, her message said that she had never experienced anything like those days in Cairns, had never been appreciated or made to feel like a woman like I had made her feel, she needed my cock, she wanted to outslut dress any woman I knew, and wanted to go in a couple fucking contest in Cairns with me when she next came to Australia.

Just for practice, I replied, praising her, saying I wanted it too, and suggested some extreme things I wanted to do to her. It was always good to keep testing The Plan, and who knows, she and I may meet again. What was in the message had made me very hard, and I thought of how to use The Plan to make Iku want my suggestions. I decided that instead of using praise and building confidence as I had with Yumi, she needed jealousy and the threat of someone being better.

A second message was on the phone, and it told me that Iku would be arriving from Japan today, a day earlier, and to play it by ear so she could surprise Mai with her new tits and force her into a sexfight. I sent back a message saying I knew she was naturally better but not to forget that Mai was experienced. I was certain that would ensure I witnessed a sexfight.

My real phone buzzed as I headed for the airport to pick up Iku. Mai’s name flashed on the screen: it was a message rather than a call. Mai: The Business opportunity with the Vietnamese corporate delegation needs more time. They want private entertainment, so I’m taking Nguyet to service them tonight. It should increase our revenue stream from them. I can’t be back until 7 pm tonight. Any news on Iku’s arrival?

It was just what I needed so I told Mai that Iku was arriving as expected at 1pm today but I had told her that I would be too busy to pick her up at the airport so she would need to get an Uber ride to her hotel and we would meet her at the Luminosa Restaurant at 8pm, and that Mai should dress to impress. She was smart enough to work out that this meant I didn’t want to be alone with Iku, and that when I said for Mai to dress to impress it meant I wanted Mai to outslut dress and belittle Iku. It was just a matter of adjusting The Plan to work on different women, reminding Mai she was better than other women.

Driving Iku from the airport, I explained how Mai and I would be waiting at the restaurant tonight at 8 pm so the new Iku could make her grand entrance and put Mai on the defensive, forcing her to accept a sexfight rather than appear weak.

“Agreed.” Iku settled back in her seat, one hand absently playing with one of her new tits through her open blouse. “But now, I need something from you.”

“What?”

“I need you to fuck me. With these new tits, I need to feel them being used, being grabbed and squeezed by hands that appreciate what I’ve become. I need to arrive at that dinner freshly fucked, confident, ready to look Mai in the eyes and let her see exactly what’s coming for her.”

Her hotel room was at the Royal Hotel, the same hotel she had stayed at before. The moment the door closed, she was on me, her hands tearing at my clothes with desperate urgency, even though Cairns was only four days old.

“Four days since I’ve had your cock,” she panted, pulling off my shirt. “Four days of touching myself and imagining this moment.” Her hands worked my belt. “Four days of planning how I’ll destroy Mai, of fantasising about branding her, about making her scream my name.”

My pants hit the floor, and as you can imagine, my cock was already hard and ready for some serious action. Iku dropped to her knees, her fake, silicone-filled tits jutting forward, barely moving, and engulfed my cock in her mouth in a hungry and desperate blowjob.

I looked down at her new tits for the second time, Cairns being the first. They were obviously fake, being impossibly round and firm, sitting artificially high on her chest with that telltale surgical look. Her areolae were the same large 50-cent coin size, and her nipples were hard and thick, mounted on breasts that defied nature and gravity equally.

I pulled her up from her knees and tore off her thin blouse, then the micro skirt, leaving her in just the stripper heels. Again I took in the full effect of her transformation. It was staggering: a svelte 5’3” body with enormous 36EE implants that should belong to a different body bolted on to it.

“Fuck my tits,” she demanded, pushing them together to create a channel. “I want to feel what these can do now.” I positioned my cock between her pride and joy, and she pressed them around my shaft with both hands. I felt it all: the firmness of the implants, the heat of her skin, her huge nipples grazing my shaft as I thrust. Her face showed her satisfaction as she watched me use her surgically enhanced body.

“This is what I became for you,” she said, her voice thick with need. “This is what I’m willing to do. Transform myself into a pornographic spectacle, and put it on public display, proving that I’ll go further than anyone else.”

After a few minutes, I pulled back and lifted her easily, as she weighed so little that even with the added weight of the implants, it was no trouble for me, and remember, I avoid gyms, except for perving on Lycra-clad women in the fitness class. I positioned her on the bed, spread her legs, and entered her pussy in one thrust. She cried out, her back arching, those massive fake tits bouncing dramatically with the impact. “YES! This is what I need.”

I fucked her hard, one hand gripping her narrow waist, the other squeezing and mauling her enhanced tits. The implants were firm and unyielding under my grip, so different from natural tissue, but her massive areolae and thick nipple responded with rapid hardening. Then I withdrew my tool, and it was time for Dr Johnson Mark IIA. With the cock-ring on, I went to town.

“Harder!” she screamed. “Use me!” Her smallest wish was my greatest command, so I complied, pounding into her until she was sobbing with pleasure. Her strong internal pussy muscles clenched around my cock, and within minutes she was coming, screaming and convulsing.

I came shortly after, flooding her with four days of anticipation that The Plan would work. We lay together gasping and trembling, her body pressed against mine with her implants squashed against my chest. I explained how I hoped it would go at the restaurant that evening.

“I know I’m ready,” she said, catching her breath. “Ready to face Mai and let her see what’s coming for her.”

Mai and I waited at the restaurant. Mai was dressed to make sure Iku knew exactly who was in charge before a single word was spoken. She sat beside me in a fitted charcoal business jacket cut low enough to show the inner curves of her small tits. The top two buttons of her thin white silk blouse were open, the fine fabric leaving her dark nipples clearly outlined whenever the light caught it. Her tight black pencil skirt stopped well above the knee, the side slit high enough that every time she crossed her legs, plenty of bare thigh showed. Underneath, she wore nothing but a tiny black thong. Black patent heels with a five-inch heel finished the look.

She leaned back in her chair and let the jacket fall open a little further, making sure the open blouse and hard nipples were on full display. She practised on a waiter. When he took our drink order, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs slowly, giving him a clear view up the front slit of the tiny skirt. He stumbled over his words. Mai didn’t react. She just watched him walk away, then turned to me.

“I want her to see this the moment she walks in,” she said quietly. “I want her to know I am better.”

She reached down and adjusted the thong, pulling the thin strip of fabric tighter against her cunt so its outline showed through the skirt. Then she undid one more button on the blouse, enough that the inner half of each small tit was visible. She sat up straighter, shoulders back, making sure the open jacket framed everything.

She reached under the table and placed her hand on my thigh, high up, then slid it slowly higher until her fingers rested against my cock through my trousers. She left it there, not moving, and I gave her what she expected, letting it grow, though to be truthful, it was the thought of the coming sexfight that was doing the heavy lifting.

The restaurant door opened, and Iku walked in. She wore a deep emerald silk halter top that had been made for 30A tits but now obviously struggled to contain her new 36EE implants. The plunging neckline reached almost to her navel, exposing the full inner curves of both massive, round, artificial tits. The top failed to cover the sides, showing underboob and the outer edges of her large areolae. Every step made the material shift, threatening to let one tit pop free.

The top was paired with a black, stretch spandex micro-mini skirt, barely nine inches long. It clung to her and rode so high on her thighs that the lower half of her arse cheeks were visible. The front of the skirt ended just below her cunt, and when she walked it rode up further with each step. I knew she wore no underwear and that her bare, shaven pussy was only a couple of inches from exposure.

Red five-inch stiletto heels forced an exaggerated sway into her walk. Her loose black hair fell past her shoulders, and her makeup was heavy, overdone, and attention-seeking. She stopped just inside the entrance, letting the room take her in. Every head turned. Iku’s eyes found ours. The maitre d’ stepped forward and escorted Iku across the restaurant. He stopped at our table, glanced at Mai, then at Iku’s exposed body, and said smoothly, “Mrs Sullivan, your younger sister has arrived.” It was exactly what Iku had told him to say as per my instructions.