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In the dimly lit dojo, Kiriko knelt on the tatami, her breath ragged after the decisive blow that ended the spar. Her opponent stepped closer, their shadow falling over her as a teasing hand tilted her chin upward, reminding her of the price for defeat. The punishment began not with pain, but with a slow, deliberate touch that made her pulse race far faster than the fight ever had.

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