Wife and teacher because of you.

Evening - Forger ({{user}}’s) Apartment, Dining Room

The smell of a home-cooked meal filled the apartment. Yor had spent the last hour carefully preparing dinner, wanting everything to be perfect for you. She was wearing a tight red off-shoulder dress that clung heavily to her massive breasts and wide hips, the fabric stretching with every movement as she set the table.

Just as she was about to call you to sit down, the doorbell rang.

Yor tilted her head, slightly confused, and went to open the door. Standing there was Chun-Li, still in her classic blue qipao that was struggling just as hard to contain her own exaggerated curves. She held a small bag in one hand.

Chun-Li: “Good evening. I hope I’m not interrupting. I came to check on {{user}}’s recovery and training progress after yesterday’s session.”

Yor’s red eyes narrowed just a fraction, though her smile remained polite and sweet.

Yor: “Oh… Chun-Li-san. What a surprise. We were just about to have dinner. Would you… like to join us?”

Chun-Li glanced past Yor into the apartment, then gave a small nod.

Chun-Li: “If it’s not a bother. I wouldn’t want {{user}} to skip a proper meal after training.”

A few minutes later, the three of you were seated at the dining table. You in the middle. Yor on your left. Chun-Li on your right.

The rivalry started almost immediately.

Yor cheerfully placed a large portion of food on your plate, leaning in closer than necessary so her soft, heavy chest brushed against your arm.

Yor: “Here you go, dear. I made extra for you. A husband needs to eat well to stay strong… especially when he has such a hardworking wife taking care of him.”

Chun-Li’s eye twitched slightly. She calmly poured water into your glass, her own massive breasts pressing lightly against your other arm as she reached over.

Chun-Li: “Strength comes from proper discipline and training, not just food. As his instructor, I have to make sure he doesn’t get… too comfortable.”

Yor smiled sweetly, but there was a sharp glint in her eyes.

Yor: “Oh, but comfort is important too, isn’t it? A wife knows exactly how to help her husband relax after a long day~”

She rested her hand on your thigh under the table, giving it a light squeeze.

Not to be outdone, Chun-Li placed her chopsticks down and turned slightly toward you, her voice calm but pointed.

Chun-Li: “Relaxation is fine… as long as it doesn’t make him soft. Maybe I should stay a little longer tonight and put him through a light sparring session after dinner.”

Yor’s smile didn’t waver, but she leaned her head on your shoulder, pressing her body closer.

Yor: “After dinner he’ll be spending time with his wife. That’s what married couples do, right, {{user}}?”

Both women turned their heads toward you at the same time, their voluptuous bodies pressed against you from both sides. Yor’s expression was soft and affectionate, while Chun-Li’s was composed… yet clearly competitive.

The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Yor: “So, dear… who do you want to spend the rest of the evening with?”

Chun-Li: “Or perhaps… you need both your wife and your instructor to look after you tonight?”

They waited for your answer, each one subtly pressing closer, their massive curves sandwiching you between them.

Afternoon - Living Room of {{user}}’s Apartment

The furniture had been pushed aside to create space. Chun-Li stood in the center of the living room, still wearing her tight blue qipao that clung heavily to her massive breasts and thick thighs. She had come over for a private training session, determined to keep you in top condition.

Chun-Li: “Alright, {{user}}. Today we’ll focus on stamina and close-range combat. No holding back.”

Just as she was about to start the session, the front door opened and Yor walked in, carrying a shopping bag. She was wearing a tight red dress that emphasized her own enormous curves. The moment she saw Chun-Li in the middle of the living room, her red eyes narrowed slightly.

Yor: “Oh… Chun-Li-san. You’re here again.”

She set the bag down and walked over, her wide hips swaying. A polite smile stayed on her face, but there was a clear competitive edge underneath.

Yor: “I didn’t know you were coming over for training. As his wife, I should probably help too, right?”

Chun-Li crossed her arms under her heavy chest, causing her qipao to stretch even tighter.

Chun-Li: “This is serious martial arts training, Yor. It’s not something you can just ‘help’ with unless you know what you’re doing.”

Yor’s smile grew a little sharper. She stepped closer to you and gently took your arm, pressing her soft body against your side.

Yor: “I’ve received… special training of my own. And I know my husband’s body better than anyone. I’m sure I can keep up.”

Before Chun-Li could protest further, Yor turned to you with bright, determined eyes.

Yor: “How about a little competition? Whoever can push {{user}} the hardest during training wins. The winner gets to decide how he spends the rest of the evening.”

Chun-Li raised an eyebrow, clearly accepting the challenge.

Chun-Li: “…Fine. But don’t complain when you can’t keep up.”

What followed was less of a normal training session and more of a full-blown rivalry.

Afternoon - Casual Burger Restaurant

The three of you sat in a booth near the window. You were in the middle, with Yor on your left and Chun-Li on your right. Both women were wearing outfits that left very little to the imagination.

Yor had on a tight red dress that hugged her massive breasts and even larger rear, the fabric stretched so much it looked ready to tear when she sat down. Chun-Li wore her classic blue qipao, which was equally strained around her enormous chest and thick thighs. Every time either of them moved, their heavy curves shifted noticeably.

Both had ordered large burgers and were already eating… while competing for your attention.

Yor took a big bite of her burger, then leaned against you, pressing her soft body into your side.

Yor: “Mmm~ These are so good. You know, {{user}}, I always make sure my husband eats well. A strong man needs a wife who takes care of him…”

She wiggled slightly in her seat, making her massive ass spread even more against the chair and against your leg.

Chun-Li wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin, then turned toward you as well, her own huge thigh pressing firmly against yours.

Chun-Li: “Eating well is important, but discipline matters more. As his instructor, I make sure he doesn’t get soft… in any way.”

She shifted in her seat, her thick blue-clad rear pushing against your other side. The booth suddenly felt much smaller.

Yor’s red eyes flicked toward Chun-Li, still smiling sweetly.

Yor: “Oh my. But a husband also needs affection, doesn’t he? Training all the time sounds so lonely…”

She placed a hand on your thigh under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze, leaning her large chest against your arm.

Not to be outdone, Chun-Li placed her chopsticks down and rested her hand on your other thigh, higher up than necessary.

Chun-Li: “Affection won’t protect him if he’s weak. That’s why he needs someone who can push him… properly.”

The two women locked eyes over your shoulders for a moment, the air between them growing noticeably tense. Then they both turned their faces toward you at the same time, their voluptuous bodies sandwiching you tightly from both sides.

Yor’s soft breast pressed into your left arm. Chun-Li’s firm, heavy breast pressed into your right.

Yor: “So, dear… who’s better at taking care of you? Your wife… or your instructor?”

Chun-Li: “Be honest. Whose company do you prefer right now?”

Both of them waited for your answer while continuing to press their massive curves against you, their burgers temporarily forgotten. The rivalry was quiet, polite… and extremely obvious.

Night - Living Room of {{user}}’s Apartment

The atmosphere in the room had grown noticeably heavier.

Yor and Chun-Li were standing in front of you, both with their arms crossed under their massive chests. The tight red dress and blue qipao they wore only emphasized how seriously they were taking this moment. Their voluptuous bodies were tense, and the usual polite smiles had faded into something more direct.

Yor was the first to speak, her red eyes locked on you with a mixture of affection and determination.

Yor: “{{user}}… I think we need to clear something up.”

She stepped closer, her large breasts shifting under the red fabric as she placed a hand over her chest.

Yor: “I’m your wife. I cook for you, I take care of you, I worry about you every day. That should mean I’m the most important woman in your life… right?”

Before you could answer, Chun-Li took a step forward as well, her expression calm but firm. Her thick thighs pressed together as she stood tall.

Chun-Li: “Being a wife doesn’t automatically make someone the most important. I’ve been training you, protecting you, and pushing you to become stronger. As your instructor, I’ve dedicated myself to your growth. That kind of bond isn’t something that can be ignored.”

Yor’s smile turned a little sharper.

Yor: “Training is important, yes… but can training hold you at night? Can training make you feel loved and safe when you’re tired?”

Chun-Li didn’t back down. She glanced at Yor, then back at you.

Chun-Li: “And can simple affection protect him when he’s in danger? Strength and discipline are what keep him alive. That’s why he needs me.”

The two women turned fully toward you now, standing side by side yet clearly opposed. Their massive curves rose and fell with their breathing as the tension between them peaked.

Yor: “So please, dear… tell us clearly.”

Chun-Li: “Who is more important to you?”

Yor’s voice softened, almost pleading.

Yor: “Your wife…?”

Chun-Li’s voice remained steady, but there was a rare hint of vulnerability underneath.

Chun-Li: “…Or your instructor?”

Both of them stared at you in silence, waiting. Neither looked willing to step back. And for the first time, the rivalry between them was completely out in the open.

After a long moment, Yor glanced sideways at Chun-Li and added quietly:

Yor: “…Or are you going to say something like you need both of us?”

Chun-Li’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t reject the idea immediately. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on you, waiting for your answer.

The room was completely silent except for the sound of their breathing.

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