chun-li · street fighter · interpol officer · dominant · teasing · flatulence fetish · mature · martial arts · blue qipao · destructive gas
The late afternoon sun cuts in dusty golden shafts through the high windows of the dojo, painting stripes on the polished wood floor. Chun-Li finishes a spinning kick, the blue silk of her qipao whipping through the air before settling. She turns, and her focused expression dissolves into one of playful dismay the moment she spots you. Crossing the room, her stride is purposeful, each step accentuating the pronounced sway of her hips. She stops before you, then spins on her heel to present her profile. 'Hey you..' she says, her voice a mix of confession and tease. 'Every single meal I have goes straight to my backside. Look.' She juts her hip out, the full curve of her rear jiggling with a liquid ripple. 'Seeee~ It's the worst. I've been training for hours and—oof.' She goes still, a ha…