Alright here's the final match of the Main circuit with our hero's opponent being the sweet and enthusiastic Makoto Aihara. Read and Review.

We know go to the stadium in Sydney, Australia as the two males were in their room waiting for the other matches to be over.

"One more match and you'll be in the Championship" Kevin said as Ichigo was stretching his body.

"So who am I facing?" he asked.

"Makoto Aihara" was the managers reply making the male rose's eyes widened.

"The girl who won the gold medal in Judo, are you kidding me?!" Ichigo said remembering watching her on TV and saw she was an excellent prodigy.

"Don't worry I'm sure you can handle her. It's just the people you will be facing in the Finals that will be tough" Kevin said as he looked at his watch.

"Alright time to shine kid, go out there and break a leg… not literally of course."

"The Solo Paramour! The desire covered in an enigma! The MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!"

Hichigo leaped into the ring with a flourish, landing in a low crouch that his fans loved. As women and men cheered his entrance, Hichigo waited anxiously for his opponents to enter. He was eager to see what Kevin had described to him.

"From Japan! Innocent Tornado! Makoto Aihara!"

Appearing from the archway at the entrance was a young lady with a small and lean figure, with fair skin. She has dark shoulder-length hair that's crimped up in the back with a large blue and white hair ribbin. Long bangs come down to frame her face and shorter bangs cover her forehead. She has dark brown eyes and doesn't appear to wear makeup.

She wears a white martial arts gi, with the ends of the sleeves have been stitched shut. She wears a traditional Black Belt (with a white stripe denoting her First Dan rank) around her waist. The belt sports her name, in gold Kanji, embroidered on it. Makoto leaves the front of the gi open enough to show off the frilly "full support bra" she has on underneath. She wears a pair of black and white martial arts shorts, as well as wrapping her feet and ankles- to give her better footing.

The female wrestler then bows and waves to the audience in earnest showing that she was respectful. Ichigo could see that this girl was different from the others and could be a good match this time, though he still must keep his guard up.

She then begins to walk towards the ring as a cartoon mascot begins dancing around the runway. Makoto enters the ring and bows once again before pumping up her arms into the air psyched up for the match.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mysterious Stranger." Makoto's voice was humble and earnest. "I hope our match rewards us all."

"Well spoken, Makoto." Hichigo bowed. He liked Makoto immediately, she reminded him of Inoue.

Makoto untied her belt and let the white fabric slip from her slender body. Makoto's creamy skin glowed in the strong spotlights. She reached up and covered her breasts with her arm instinctively. The crowd whistled at her, causing her face to turn a deep shade of scarlet. She looked completely innocent.

"Come on, Makoto!" A man yelled. "Aigle wasn't afraid to show us the goods during her Match!"

Makoto shook her head shyly and waved away the man's request. She realized too late that she was gesturing with the hand that had been covering her breasts. The audience cheered as the judo girl was at last revealed in full. Makoto sighed and let her arms drop to her sides, reluctantly accepting her nakedness.

Hichigo nodded and flung his clothes off in the blink of an eye.

"Oh!" Makoto yelped with shock as she saw Hichigo's muscular body laid bare. She turned her head away for a second, embarrassed, her heart beating madly. "You are gorgeous, Mysterious Stranger!"

"Thanks, Makoto." Hichigo bowed again. "You are an incredible sight to see, Makoto." He tried to get the girl on the canvas first forgetting that she won the gold in judo and paid for that mistake as she flipped him onto the canvas.

The stranger could only groan in pain as the athlete giggled and wagged her finger at him, but as she got a better look at the man's figure she was starting to heat up a bit.

"Oh my!" Makoto stammered, feeling faint. The young Japanese judo champion set a foot on either side of Hichigo's prone torso. Hichigo looked up Makoto Aihara's slender naked body and caught her eye. Makoto's blush continued, redder than ever. But she settled her breathing and squatted down, setting her firm butt on Hichigo's abs, giving him a wondrous view of her spread legs as she sat on him.

"This is so embarrassing." Makoto whispered as she looked down on Hichigo"s wide-eyed expression. "But you have to be aroused if I am to win."

Makoto trailed a hand down between her perky breasts, over her flat abs and down to the cleft between her spread legs. Makoto began toying with her own nether lips, teasing her flesh as Hichigo looked on.

"Let's just do our best, okay." Hichigo smiled at Makoto as she continued to pleasure herself. "I can help you there."

Hichigo ran his hands over Makoto's spread thighs, feeling her smooth skin. His right-hand covered Makoto's as she toyed with her nether lips, assisting her technique while his left hand continued up the young Japanese girl's body to cup her right breast, kneading the firm orb of flesh leisurely.

"You have a gentle soul, Makoto Aihara." Hichigo spoke softly, sure that his voice would be heard by the cheering crowd. He could not appear overly friendly with his opponent. "Have you ever did it with a man before?"

"I-no-I-oh, AH!" Makoto gasped as Hichigo's fingers guided her own into the soft folds between her legs.

He felt no barrier within Makoto's warm flesh. Obviously the girls had broken their maiden head during matches before he joined.

Makoto came up on her knees and scooted back, as she positioned herself over Hichigo's erection. Makoto looked down and saw the Stranger's erect cock for the first time, and her breath left her as she looked with disbelief at the throbbing column of flesh. But her resolve was firm, and Makoto dropped down, impaling herself on Hichigo's shaft.

"Aaaaaaaiiieee!" Makoto's head whipped back as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Hichigo's hard length sank into her, inch after inch, filling her like nothing she had felt before.

"Rrraaaghhh!" Hichigo groaned, arching his back off the canvas. Makoto's sheath was incredibly tight, squeezing down around his cock with surprising strength. "God, Makoto! You are…so TIGHT!"

Makoto simply stared up at the stadium ceiling, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth hanging agape as came to a rest with Hichigo's rod sunk to the hilt inside her. Slowly, she began churning her hips against Hichigo's groin. The judo girl's eyes continued to stare blankly, as if lost in a dream.

Makoto continued grinding on his cock, oblivious to it all. Hichigo knew she was bound to climax soon, and he could already feel the tell-tale constrictions in her sheath as she rode him. Hichigo was confident that Makoto would come first.

"Makoto, you feel great." Hichigo's hands cupped Makoto's firm breasts, squeezing them gently.

. Makoto's right hand drifted down between her legs and she began toying with herself. Hichigo twisted his hips and managed to line his rod with Makoto's slit and bucked into her. Makoto scooted down Hichigo's body a few inches, meeting his thrust half-way. Makoto's nubile body undulated vigorously, churning Hichigo's cock inside the hot confines of her sheath. Hichigo could feel Makoto's firm breasts rub intoxicatingly against his hard chest as she writhed against him.

"Aaagh! YES! Ooooh!" Makoto moaned as she worked Hichigo's thick shaft inside her sensitive flesh.

"aaargh!" Hichigo growled, thrusting up into Makoto with unbelievable power.

"Aaaaaarrgh! No! Stranger! Oh, YES!" Makoto's eyes went blank as pleasure crashed through her body. Her tight canal began to spasm around Hichigo's thrusting shaft as her orgasm approached. "Nnnnnnghaaaa!"

"No…not yet-aaarghh!" Hichigo shook his head, trying in vain to suppress the pleasure. His body screamed for release having felt Aigle's orgasm and was now desperate to join Makoto's climax.

"Aiiiiiieee? No! Oh, NO! Oh…YES!" Makoto screamed as her body was racked in orgasm. Hichigo sighed with relief. Makoto almost was knocked unconscious when she felt grabbed her and held her close. Opening her eyes, she saw that her opponent was jolding her close to his chest making her face burn red at the intimate contact.

"You okay Makoto?" Hichigo asked the Judo babe.

"Yes, I'm just exhausted. The match still isn't over however" she as she scooted away from the pale man and stretched her legs to his pelvis.

"Huh? What are y- Arrgg!" he was caught off as the lady's dainty feet rubbed all over his manhood.

pressing her soles around his member and guiding them up and down in alternating strokes. He groaned, pleased by the touch of her feet and did his best to remain still, but it was difficult. The pleasure of having the soft pads on the bottom of her feet gliding up and down his cock... it was good. Better than good – great even. Hichigo exhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting the sensation carry him along.

Then the girl, proceeded to run her feet up and down even faster, working the juices from their previous engagement into a lubrication, sealing her soles around to make something approximating a tight pussy.

"Hnngh... Makoto –!"

She only silenced him with a light "Shh.." and kept right on, squeezing her feet together around his girth and sliding them faster and faster.

As fast as she went, Hichigo's balls drew up tight and started pulsing, taking him past the point of no return before he'd even realized it was in sight. The feeling of culmination began radiating out from the source of her footjob, his cock twitch and pouring precum like crazy. When Hichigo finally unloaded, it came in a solid rope that splattered across Makoto's pale chest, belly and dripped down to her mound before finally pooling to the white canvas.

"That's it... just let it all out out..."

Makoto demonstrated incredible flexibility with her legs and feet, skillfully working over his member as she milked his rod for all its worth.

"Makoto! AH!" Hichigo moaned as he felt her drink the rest of him in. "Hichigo you were amazing." Makoto smiled warmly, caressing Hichigo's pectoral muscle.

"Perhaps we could have a rematch too." Makoto winked at Hichigo. "We should have a private exhibition."

"Alright." Hichigo returned her smile.

Ichigo has won and will be heading towards the Championship rounds where the best of the Federation will be waiting for him. Who will be his first opponent?