Courting Misfortune

Chapter 2: One courts misfortune by flaunting wealth. As if drawn to each other by magnetic attraction, the two collided at every opportunity within the canteen and corridors, prancing around in front of the other as they showed off their long legs, narrow waist, and firm ass. Anna would taunt and tease in hope of eliciting a reaction, only to be taunted and teased in return. Naturally, she didn’t want to show that the girl was getting to her, so she would swallow her anger and indignance down and simply provoke her opponent even harder.

It was due to this cycle of mutual torment that she had now been pushed past her limit and had decided to resort to some… less honorable tactics. As for the morality of knocking the girl out and ripping her clothes off, just so she can compare their bodies directly…

'Who cares! She is just a mortal at the end of the day. It is her good luck that I’ve paid her so much attention up until now!’

There was a common understanding among the mortals of the countless immortal worlds: Mortals are like ants to cultivators, and if they don’t step on you, it’s not because they cannot bear to, but rather they cannot be bothered!

Naturally, this isn’t always true, but the underlying principle rings true… Do not expect kindness and respect from beings who are so very different!

Emma had long since crossed Anna’s bottom line, and it was only due to her fear of creating a heart-demon that she hadn’t already killed the girl and been done with this farce!

With this new resolution, Anna stormed down the school corridor, her half-up, half-down blonde hair flowing behind her. She had dressed more revealingly today than any other during her ‘attendance’ at the school, wearing pink skin-tight gym shorts that looked to be a few sizes too small and a sports bra of matching color. The outfit would have had her turned away at the front gate had she not used some more mystical immortal means to befuddle the senses of those around her. Despite this, Emma, as though reading her mind, had somehow managed to get inside wearing the same outfit.

And she looks good in it too, Anna was forced to admit to herself throughout the day, and once again as she laid eyes on the girl during her march down the corridor.

Emma was storming down the corridor, looking about as flustered and annoyed as Anna felt, the blonde beauty for once going unnoticed by the crowds as the ordinary students flowed gradually out of the building.

Anna found it strange that the girl wasn’t being fawned over by her lapdogs, but it would only make things easier for her. Anna herself was also free for the attention of her followers, in fact, she was like a ghost as she moved through the school, her presence unnoticed by all. While she specialized in alchemy and poison concoction, she had of course reached the basic level in all aspects of general knowledge in the immortal world, and performing simple tricks to mess with the minds of mortals was as easy as breathing to her. It was for this reason that Emma wouldn’t see the impending slap coming.

Strangely though, just as Anna positioned herself directly in front of her unwelcomed rival, primed to slap her over the head and render her unconscious, Emma also stopped her furious march.

The two stared at each other in a sudden, confused silence. Anna had been certain that the girl couldn’t see her, but the way her emerald-green eyes seemed to be examining her suggested otherwise.

“You can see me…?!” Anna questioned quietly, shock apparent in her voice, only to hear the same words from the other girl’s cherry red lips.

'What does she mean by that?!' Her thoughts started running wild instantly. 'No, it’s not possible, the odds of this happening… I mean… I lived 18 years and never ran into-'

“Why wouldn’t I be able to see you, slut?” She spat defensively, trying to keep the dread in her voice hidden. Only adding to her mortification, however, Emma hissed the same words, as though the duo were reading from the same script.

The scent of peaches in the air suddenly seemed sickly sweet as Anna felt her stomach drop. She simply stared at her near-reflection, before, as if by a sudden impulse, she took a swing at Emma’s cheek. Contrary to her earlier plans, she wasn’t holding back at all, instead, using the entirety of her steel-bending strength in a vicious, panic-fuelled slap.

Confirming her suspicions, Emma’s head did not explode all over the corridor, instead, the girl’s skin possessed a leather-like toughness and caused her hand to sting in pain. Before Anna could untangle her feelings to decide if she was relieved that she hadn’t just killed the other blonde, she received a slap to the face that sent her stumbling to the side.

Staggering to the side of the corridor, she felt the wall crack and crumble as her hands collided with it. The sight in front of her confirmed the only explanation and one she had been blind to the entire time- Emma was also an immortal cultivator like her.

“Oh, you bitch!” She shrieked, anger deafening her to the identical shout from Emma.

“You deceitful little slut!”

“What are you doing here?”

“Who sent you to fuck with me?!”

The duo held their red cheeks, cursing furiously from the opposite sides of the corridor they had been slapped to. Neither answering the other’s questions and instead getting angrier and angrier. Anna wasn’t sure what was more aggravating, the slap, or the fact that Emma had been duplicitously hiding the fact that she was an immortal cultivator the entire time. Naturally, in her anger, Anna paid no heed to the fact that she had also been hiding the fact that she was an immortal, and that it was certainly not something to be broadcast across the mortal world. Her Violet Mountain sect had many enemies, however, and she had been told by her senior disciples how astounding her talent was, and that there is a possibility of other powers acting with ruthless decisiveness.

After all, a common saying across the immortal worlds, is that it doesn’t matter how talented you are if you die prematurely!

The two beauties stood, long legs slightly spread and hands-on their wide hips, both shouting furiously at the other as their chests heaved up and down, as if trying to burst out of their sports bras.

Had any of Anna’s fellow sect members seen her screeching, they would have been dumbfounded, wondering where their sweet and mild-mannered junior sister disappeared to, and why two young immortals had thrown aside all etiquette and bearing and were screaming at each other like shrews.

Anna felt as though she were overflowing with rage and humiliation. Emma’s stunning looks had pushed her to her wits end during their comparisons, constantly undermining her long-established pride. That Anna was an immortal cultivator who could do the impossible, who would still be young while her hateful rival was rotting in a care home, this fact had unknowingly become a pillar of support and great consolation for the immature and inexperienced immortal.

Only, this pillar of support had just been smashed down upon realizing that the impossibly perfect girl in front of her was just as otherworldly as her.

In a blind rage, Anna threw herself at the other blonde, wanting to beat the girl into the ground with her full strength, any self-imposed restraints on the conflict castoff. Clearly, Emma had the same idea, however, as the two collided, their fingers interlocking in a mutual crushing grip as their bloodshot emerald eyes drilled into one another in a vicious glare.

“Cough it up,” Emma hissed into Anna’s face, as the girls settled in a brutal strength comparison, each attempting to force the other back. “Which force are you from?”

“Enough pretending,” Anna spat back, her breaths mixing with those of her rival’s as she tried desperately to push her physical clone back with little success. “Since you came to fuck up my mortal severing you obviously know who I am.”

The two grunted and groaned as their arms shook with the strain of their contest. Anna had never specifically trained her body, instead, focusing her efforts entirely on her alchemy practice, but as one cumulated qi and advanced in their own field of practice, the body, mind, and soul would naturally undergo certain changes and developments as part of a holistic growth. Even alchemists like her could endure a fall from orbit, assuming their progress on the road to immortality, their ‘cultivation’, had advanced far enough. At her current progress, while she couldn’t survive falls from space or lift a mountain, hoisting a bus above her head was certainly doable, yet despite pushing herself to the point of sweating, she hadn’t managed to move Emma an inch. “You’re the one fucking up my mortal severing, bitch,” Emma groaned back. The two felt their foreheads press together as piercing green eyes surged with venomous loathing and competitive desire.

Even as the ground cracked and crumbled beneath them, and sports sneakers exploded under the immense force baring their soft, fairy-like feet, the two continued to hiss at each other, neither willing to back down and answer the other’s questions first.

The corridors were long empty at this time, the two alone as they struggled against each other, fingers interlocked and arms shaking, as their long legs were bent as though the two were doing lunges together, fat and round asses tight and tensed, almost looking as though they were going to break out of their gym shorts.

“Tell me who sent - No, you tell me, Stop copying me, you fucking whore!” As though speaking in synchrony once wasn’t enough, the thought process of the rivals seemed just as identical as their matching bodies, much to the mutual disgust of the two.

This is ridiculous, Anna thought, I could have just turned and walked away the second I realized she wasn’t a mortal, what shame would there be in being equally as beautiful as her if she has also entered that world?

Indeed, the entire reason Emma had bothered her so much, was that she couldn’t tolerate the thought of being equal to a common 18-year-old girl. With it having been revealed that her rival was actually like her, a magical, mystical immortal from a world beyond Earth, she should have been able to let the grudge go, and take a step back from the situation.

Deep down, however, she knew the enmity had become too deep to simply bury, and the question of who was more beautiful, whose legs were more flawless, whose ass was better, who the better woman was, still had to be answered. This didn’t change simply because their identities had changed.

If she backed down now, without even putting up a fight, this conflict could later become a mental demon far more dangerous than the demons she had left the sect to prevent. After all, memories of parents and childhood friendships would eventually be left behind and buried in time, while a grudge with a fellow immortal could last countless millennia! It was for this reason that immortals often tried to avoid pointless grudges like these.

Anna discarded these distracting thoughts, There is no point crying over spilled milk… Since the situation has come this far, I need to beat this bitch down no matter what…

As if by an unspoken agreement, the two suddenly released their grip, springing backward. Catching her breath, Anna began to look tauntingly at the other girl’s body. She could feel Emma’s scornful eyes roaming across her body in turn, and the duo unconsciously started walking in a circle, stepping lightly on flawless toes as if ready to strike at any moment.

“You don’t think those flabby legs of yours can compete with mine, do you?” Emma laughed, a menacing glint in her eyes.

The opposite girl was like a predator on the prowl, undaunted confidence shining through in her mannerisms. Despite her short height, Emma’s long, exposed legs gave her an intimidating edge. Even the way she strutted in this tense standoff gave her an undeniably sexual appeal. The tight pink gym shorts that seemed sprayed onto her only served to make her legs seem longer, her thighs toned and well-shaped, yet still giving off an air of softness and temptation. Her tight, exposed stomach, when paired with her generous hips and narrow waist, seemed to possess an innate suggestiveness.

“They can do more than compete,” Anna snapped back, not letting her inspection of her enemy’s body slow her reply. “It’s that stomach of yours you need to worry about, it’s not like immortals need to eat anymore, but I can see you haven’t stopped.”

Not unlike the meld of hard and soft that Emma’s legs possessed, her stomach had the same qualities, tight, while still having a soft layer over the top. Truthfully, Anna didn’t think it was a bad thing at all, the softness helping the girl avoid appearing like a fitness freak and giving her a feminine touch. That wouldn’t stop her from trying to get in Emma’s head, however.

“Maybe you should look in a mirror!” The other blonde hissed in response. “All your fat went to your stomach, instead of your tits.”

Anna had to resist the urge to throw herself at the other girl. Naturally, she didn’t take Emma’s words about her stomach to heart, but the remark about her tits stung. They couldn’t be said to be big by any means, but she didn’t consider herself small either, and besides, her legs and ass drew more than enough attention.

“They’re still bigger than yours, you washboard,” Anna snarled.

Ironically enough, despite their bodies being nearly identical, they had focused the confrontation there, rather than on their faces. While the two could be said to be similar facially, with plump red lips, cute noses, and upturned, green eyes that gave the impression of being witty and smart, no one would confuse the two.

It was the fact that the physique she had always thought unique to her, was mirrored in this rival that was the root cause of the enmity, however. Anna had been proud, that despite her short stature and modest breasts, she could compete -and outclass- those more traditionally attractive by relying on her wide hips, firm and large ass, and long legs. Her legs were the true ace-in-the-hole that prevented her from appearing overly bottom-heavy, giving her the appearance of being taller than she was.

“I’ve had enough of your loose mouth,” Emma spoke, hatred apparent in her words, “How about we measure up? Since your skin was thick enough to endure that slap, you can witness just how much better my body is.”

“Just what I was thinking,” Anna accepted, the hatred in her own words not concealed in the slightest, “How about… for every part of your body I beat down, you must answer a question?”

“That’s fine with me,” Emma said proudly as if she was confident she would never lose. Overflowing with arrogance, she went on to say, “Forget beating me, if you can even match me, I’ll answer your questions.”

“Ha, how generous,” Anna laughed coldly. “Fine, if you can match me with any part of that inferior body of yours, I’ll answer your questions.”

The two lapsed into a tense silence, each practically overflowing with anger and indignance at the other girl’s arrogance.After a movement of hesitation, Anna decided to double down on her bold words, feeling as though just matching Emma’s stakes weren’t enough,

“The loser has to beat the winner’s feet; do you dare agree?” She taunted, nodding her head towards the girl’s feet as though to demonstrate her point.

The shock and hesitation on Emma’s face was a joy to see, and just when she was about to take back her words, after all, she didn’t want to scare her off completely, the opposite blonde agreed,

“Why would I not dare? Having you lick my feet when I’ve shown you how inferior you are will be nice.” Emma said, her words brimming with unparalleled self-confidence. “Two stakes then, questions, and then at the final result, you can lick my feet.”

“You can lick mine,” Anna interrupted, “But that’s right, if you can even match me, I’ll answer your questions, and lick those pig trotters of yours.”

Emma hastily echoed her words, as if scared that a moment's delay would mean she had less courage and confidence.

The two then made a verbal pledge out loud, a promise to the heavens to abide by the terms of the bet, and they could hear the rumbling of heavenly thunder in acknowledgment. Making a vow to the heavens was common within the immortal world, and should either party break a pact formed under the acknowledgment of the heavens, they would be faced with heavenly punishment in response, a barrage of vicious lightning striking down from heaven-on-high.

This was Anna’s first time making such a vow, however, and as talented as she was, she was inexperienced in matters of the immortal world, having never left the comfort of the Violet Mountain sect in the ten years since entering this new and fantastical world. With this experience, and goaded on by the infuriating Emma, she had worded the vow sloppily, and Emma, perhaps as equally inexperienced, had echoed the words without thinking about it… The consequences being that if the duo measured up and compared bodies directly, and were still evenly matched, not only would they have to answer each other’s questions, they would also have to lick each other’s feet else risk divine punishment…

Neither of them had realized this hidden risk, however, and even if they had, they wouldn’t have paid it much mind, as filled with forced bravado as they were.

Having settled the terms of the bet, Anna dragged Emma, while also being dragged by Emma, into a nearby classroom.

'Finally, a chance to wipe the smirk off this bitch’s face', Anna laughed inwardly, 'You had so much fun provoking me while I thought you were a mortal… That’s the only reason I let you strut around for so long after all, but since you’re an immortal cultivator too I don’t need to worry about crushing you into the dirt…'

Having dragged each other into the classroom, they turned to face each other. If not for the difference in facial features, it would have almost looked like a girl pressed up against a mirror, having a staring contest with her reflection. From their bare feet, up to their foreheads, there was just a hairsbreadth of distance between them as they stared at each other with taunting arrogance.

“So,” They both began, before grimacing in synchrony.

“Where do we start first?” Emma said softly, batting her long eyes lashes as she took the initiative to speak.

“How about I let you get a feel of the feet you’ll be licking later?” Anna whispered cockily, her sweet breath kissing Emma’s pursed lips not even an inch away from her own.

“Look at how eager you are,” Emma purred in response. “You can’t wait to suck my toes later, so you wanna check them out now.”

Exchanging glares, the two separated their bodies, each dragging over a chair to sit on. Sitting opposite each other, the rivals lifted their feet in tandem before pressing them together, right against left, left against right.

Anna had brought her thighs together and linked her arms together under them as she lifted her small feet in the air. Emma had done the same, each presenting their rival with an intoxicatingly sensual view of their smooth legs and firm ass wrapped in tight, pink gym shorts. It was a slightly embarrassing pose, almost as if she were presenting herself to the other blonde, and this embarrassment was only compounded by the sensation of their toes being gently pressed together. The contact sent an electrifying shiver down her spine and caused her face to adopt a faint blush, an ambiguous air seemed to drift between them as Anna bit on her lower lip in nervous anticipation. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Emma’s face was a similar hue and that the other also had a habit of chewing her lip.

Refocusing her attention, she continued cooperating with her rival as they pressed the rest of their small, white feet together, from toes to soles, down to their heels.

The hardness of the other immortal’s skin that Anna felt earlier seemed to be a lie as she pressed her feet carefully into the opposing pair. Emma’s feet were soft and smooth and felt as though they had undergone careful pedicure treatment only minutes ago. She had been aware of the benefits of cultivating immortality but had never fully appreciated them until meeting Emma. Perhaps the contrast with the normal, spotty, sweaty, and smelly teenagers made the other girl shine even brighter, her beauty even more dazzling when compared to those surrounding her.

As that could be heard from the duo in the tense silence of the room were hot breaths and the occasional suppressed gasp, as they aligned their feet. Anna would usually reserve such levels of care and precision for her alchemy concocting, but now she was using every bit of focus to press her feet against her rival’s. Up and down, side to side, the two pairs of feet pressed and rubbed together until twin groans of frustration spill from the mouth of the matching beauties.

I knew we were the same size, but I hadn’t even thought that it was possible for our feet to be so similar… Anna complained internally. The holistic improvements brought to her body by cultivating didn’t stop at more durable, flawless skin or an enhanced appearance, her five senses had also been strengthened beyond the mortal limit. It was this improved sense of touch that allowed her to feel the humiliating identicality between their feet in excruciating, superhuman detail. Forget the size and softness, even the bone structure and muscle density were identical, as though she wasn’t pressing her feet against those of another girl, but instead a mirror. It was because of her ability to distinguish such details that she had been confident that she was more perfect than Emma, but the comparison had only been a painful slap in the face so far.

We haven’t checked out the top though… The frustration in her eyes was replaced by a reignited competitive desire as the two locked eyes in a taunting exchange.

“We’re pretty well matched-” Anna said,

“Yeah, it was quite close-” Emma interrupted,

“Too bad for you though-”

“We’ll do the top of our feet-”

“And then it’ll be clear who got the more perfect pair.”

The two taunted and boasted, each finishing the other’s sentence before uttering the final words in synchrony.

Anna separated her feet from Emma’s, a faint feeling of reluctance going ignored as the two stood up, pressing their legs together, Anna’s left leg against Emma’s right, and Emma’s left leg against Anna’s right.

As tempting as it was to immediately begin the inevitable leg comparison, Anna suppressed the urge and twisted her left leg outward while Emma did the same with her right. Exchanging burning glares, the two lifted their feet while keeping their legs straight, until the two flawless feet were aligned in the air.

Unlike before, where differences could be directly felt, this time the duo had to rely on eyesight to distinguish superiority and inferiority between them. A task that quickly left the two frowning in annoyance.

Again, the similarities were uncanny, from the healthy pink hue of their toenails to the smooth and perfectly sculpted structure, to their delicate and tender ankles, the left and right feet seemed as though they belonged as a pair.

'Why is it that our feet are a more perfect pair than my own two feet are?!' Anna cursed inwardly, gritting her teeth as she wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist, as if for balance, before shooting the girl with a hateful glare.

A glare that was sent straight back as Emma wrapped her arms around Anna’s thin waist, the girl’s arms dangerous close to her firm ass.

Anna could feel the butterflies in her stomach and was convinced she could feel them in Emma’s too, as tightly pressed as their exposed navels were. The two rotated, ready to compare their other feet.

The end came quickly, and neither girl could muster much resistance at the result, both too prideful to demean themselves by quibbling. As with the prior outcome, Anna’s right foot matched Emma’s left perfectly, as though the two feet were designed to be a pair but wound up on different girls.

“We both get a question then,” Anna spoke, annoyance and frustration evident in her voice. Just because she hadn’t disputed the outcome didn’t mean she didn’t hate it and hate Emma for the result.

“Fine,” Emma hissed back in a tone that told Anna their feelings about the result, and each other, were as identical as their feet.

“What sect are you from?” They asked in unison, keeping their bodies pressing together, with their arms around the other’s waist.

“Violet Mountain Sect.”

“The Hanging Temple.”

The two spoke in unison again, but this time naturally with different results.

Neither could hide the caution and wariness that flashed through their eyes at the other’s words. Anna had long since been told by her sixth senior sister that while the Violet Mountain sect had its fair share of rival sects and clans, the Hanging Temple was by far its biggest competitor. It was a sect possessing a similarly long history, with an equality deep foundation of martial arts, secret techniques, hidden treasures, and resources. The sect also possessed an immortal world of similar size to their own Violet Mountain world, equally flushed with resources, and most dangerous of all, it was relatively close. When ripping through the void with a flight treasure, it wouldn’t take long to arrive at the Hanging Temple sect’s immortal world. It could be considered a miracle and a result of the two sect leaders' relatively stable temperaments that the two sects hadn’t already embarked on a war of sect destruction. Nevertheless, it was impossible for the disciplines and loyal subsidiary sects under each faction to avoid clashing in small-scale skirmishes, and so long as certain lines weren’t crossed, the upper echelon of each sect never bothered to involve themselves, granting an unspoken tacit approval.

“So… You’re a little rat from the Hanging Temple…” Anna hissed, strengthening her grip around the other girl’s waist. “No wonder, you approached me so shamelessly, hiding yourself like that…”

“Typical behavior from the Violet Mountain sect, inverting black and white like that,” Emma spat back, matching the crushing waist grip tit-for-tat. “Just like a prostitute bragging about her virginity, you’re so full of shit. We both know you approached me first…”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Anna grunted back as their soft navels were crushed together by their mutual grip. “So, what, are we doing stomachs now then?” She questioned angrily.

“How about legs first bitch?” Emma groaned back, “We both know you were tempted just now, I could see you checking me out-”

“Checking you out?!” Anna laughed mockingly, “It was you checking me out, I was starting to think you want to lick my legs later too!”

“I won’t be doing any licking at all,” the Hanging Temple disciple replied coldly, “But you’re more than welcome to lick mine.”

Anna simply scoffed in response as the two released their grips and pulled their bodies apart. Clearly, the two were on the same wavelength, as they sat down on the floor in similar positions to their foot comparison. Facing each other, each girl had her thighs pressed together and lifted into the air. They pressed their feet together again, but this time, they continued to raise their feet higher to the air, their long and sensual legs being brought together by the moment. This continued until they felt their bouncy asses pressed gently together, this contact signifying that their legs were as high as they could go. Anna felt a familiar spark of nervous excitement as their asses touched, her skin tight and skimpy gym shorts offering little protection against the feeling of her rival’s bubble-like ass cheeks making contact with her own.

'Calm down Anna', she thought, 'This is serious, I can’t lose to this Hanging Temple slut again. Naturally, in her mind, a draw was no different from defeat, after all, if it’s not victory, what is it other than a loss?'

Trying to ignore the electrifying sensation coming from the ass contact, she refocused on the leg comparison, from the top of her thighs to the bottom of her calves, each leg was firmly pressed against the opposing leg, shooting straight up in the air like bamboo.

As before, the two rubbed and twitched as they aligned their bodies, feeling every sensation magnified a thousandfold as they compared their anatomies. Bone, blood, muscle, and skin, every check and comparison was made, and it was with great heartbreak that Anna once again found herself in furious disbelief. Even their pores were pressed together in perfect harmony, seeking each other out and pressing together as though lovers reuniting after a lifelong absence. As if in denial, the two switched positions again and again, intertwining their legs like vines, before then standing and comparing left and right, then right and left, as though a difference between them would suddenly make itself apparent.

Sadly for the two disciples, no such difference materialized, and they found themselves standing face-to-face again, arms back around the other’s waist, this time with even more force than before. Anger, hatred, and unwillingness were overflowing from their mutual glares as hot breaths collided between snarling mouths.

“Good for you, you get another question,” They spat bitingly at each other. They grimaced, after yet another stalemate, speaking in unison again was like having salt rubbed in their wounds.

“Why are you here, in this random high school in the mortal world?” They asked, the words meeting between their plump red lips.

While the terms of their bet were sloppily defined, and still uncontained a yet to be discovered flaw, it had at least specified that they must answer honestly, hence each girl diligently explained that there was no plot or scheme and that she was here as part of her mortal severing process, attempting to cut all ties from the mortal world. Each was surprised that the other’s presence at the high school was a complete coincidence, and that their entering the school under the guise of a student was simply a last-minute whim before heading back to the sect.

Other than filling Anna with a sense of bitterness at the near-impossible odds of something like this happening, this explanation also told her something else, mortal severing is typically done sooner rather than later… 'We may be quite close in age…' She mused inwardly as the two fell into a contemplative silence.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Anna fixed her enemy with another glare. She felt as though she had glared more today than she had across the rest of her life, but she couldn’t help herself, every time she laid eyes on Emma she felt as though she were going to explode from hatred and annoyance if she didn’t vent it in some way. As her mind wandered slightly, she thought amusedly that it was lucky that Emma and herself were immune to eye strain, else they would end up having to go to the opticians together when this feud was settled.

She only stirred from her distracting thoughts when she felt the tip of her nose gently brush against the other blonde’s, causing her to snap back to reality. Emma looked equally dazed for a split second before the duo felt all the annoyance returning upon looking at the other. They pressed their foreheads together as their bodies were crushed together,

“Next comparison then,” Anna spoke, breaking the slightly awkward silence. “Naturally,” Emma responded.

The duo acted in harmonious synchrony yet again, as they turned their bodies sideways, pressing the sides of their asses together before turning fully until they were back-to-back. They interlocked their arms at the elbow, each blonde binding the other before the comparison commenced. As they were the same height, the two firm, bubble butts barely covered by the skin-tight gym shorts were pressed lightly together, each ass cheek deforming slightly under the contact.

Anna hesitated for a second, this contact would undoubtedly be more intimate than the others, especially with their heightened senses, but she had known it was rapidly approaching when their earlier ass-press had lit a competitive fire within her. She was relieved that Emma had hesitated too, the girl from the Hanging Temple as nervous as her.

“Ready to lose?” Anna taunted, “You’ve been staring at my ass all week, now you get to rub it to your heart’s content.”

“You’ve been staring at mine too,” Emma scoffed in response, “Every opportunity you had, I could feel those dog eyes of yours glued to my ass.”

“Just seeing how inferior it is,” Anna shot back.

“Funny, I was doing the same thing,” Emma hissed.

As they exchanged barbed words, the two interlocked their fingers, neither sure if it was to prevent the other from escaping, or a subconscious mutual comfort before their conflict crosses a line.

With harrumphs escaping their lips in unison, the two began to slowly grind and rub their bountiful asses together. Unlike the previous two conflicts, the duo were in no rush to find the perfect comparison position, instead seemingly using their own ass to molest and ‘grope’ the other girl’s. Anna felt as though they had a tacit understanding to ‘warm up’ their asses first, before finding the right position.

The girls teetered back and forth as they crushed their asses together, each having gasps and moans forced from their lips as their shorts hiked up higher and higher until four perfectly-shaped ass cheeks were colliding, each as smooth and flawless as the next. Anna felt her ass molested and molded under Emma’s gentle assault, feeling her tight and firm ass being squished and squashed like dough. Thankfully, she could feel Emma’s firmness also giving way to malleableness under the pressure of her own ass. They would cooperate easily with each other’s grinding, Emma would raise herself on her tiptoes, pressing down on Anna’s ass from above, and without even meaning to, Anna would lower her body to press on Emma’s ass from below. Then their positions would change, with Anna crushing Emma from above, and Emma crushing Anna from below.

Despite their tender movements and perfect coordination, however, each girl was naturally still nursing a belly full of anger towards the other, and each was counting down the seconds until they felt they were ‘warmed up’ ready for the true comparison to start.

Hot pants and moans filled the room as the contact grew more and more sexual. Despite her hatred and bitterness towards the Hanging Mountain disciple, she felt as though she were getting hotter and hotter, her face flushed and her legs trembling from the electrifying sensations coming from her increasingly soft and bouncy ass. She could hear Emma’s gasps escaping her lips too, as both girls had seemingly lost control of their vocal cords despite their immortal cultivation. She could feel their interlocked fingers were laced with slightly sickly sweat, and the air was filled with the smell of peaches and an intimate ‘heat’ that neither girl could stop.

Finally, their movements ceased, as their asses had practically been rubbed red-raw under the persistent grinding, sweat almost visibly evaporating under the heat of their tightly pressed ass cheeks.

They straightened up, fingers still interlocked, and asses still glued together, and turned their heads so that their faces were almost touching. While their faces were flushed red, and their hair stuck to their skin by sweat, their eyes were still ice cold and filled with mutual loathing.

“You ready to stop burying your head in the sand and face the truth?” Emma asked scathingly, her confidence seemingly undamaged during their ass grinding.

“Oh, I’m happy to face the truth, I’m afraid it’s you who’ll be crying tears of regret,” Anna whispered back, just as arrogant as before.

The two turned their heads for one last glare, before returning to the back-to-back grinding. This time the contact was gentle, their steaming hot asses, soft and flexible under the touch of their rival. Ass meat warped and was warped, both pushing the opposing cheek back, while being pushed back in turn. The tender and bouncy flesh blending like yin-yang symbols, before finally being crushed flat as though pressed against a mirror. Twin grunts echoed out, as the eyes of the two disciples flickered and darted, their minds filled with sensations and information beyond the comprehension of mortals. It almost seemed as if the two were overheating, though it was unknown whether it was from the searing contact between ass flesh or the activity in their minds.

Suddenly with unwilling moans, the two separated their interlocked fingers and arms, each grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them up and apart, before they slammed their asses back together with a hateful slap of wet flesh and re-joined their arms and fingers.

Anna was not at all willing to accept what her senses were telling her, and clearly, Emma was equally unwilling. Hence why the two furiously spread their asses, forcing their tender buttocks into a new position before resuming the contact. Their gym shorts had long since been drenched in sweat and pulled into a tight wedgie, their most intimate folds and flesh exposed in a detailed cameltoe due to the tightness of the material.

Again and again, their asses were crushed, with the two collapsing to their hands and knees on the floor, any pretense of good form and graceful concession discarded under the overflowing desire to win. To Anna, if she couldn’t win with her legs, she at least had to win with her ass, else, what else should she compete with.

‘Just a bit longer’, she consoled herself, ‘just a bit longer, and I’m sure she’ll crumble’. What was supposed to be a direct comparison had devolved into a strange endurance match, but Emma was just as willing to continue as Anna was, neither girl willing to have this comparison end in another stalemate.

The wetness from their asses had long since flooded their crotches and had started running down their legs onto the floor beneath them, and Anna was subconsciously aware that it was not just sweat dripping from her, but she was of no mind to pay it any attention. The humiliating identicality of their ass flesh was occupying all of her attention, as every inch of ass met an equal and opposing force from the other girl. Every twitch and spasm of muscle occurred in unison, and every pleasure-inducing electric current that rushed up her spine, she felt with painful clarity, the same reaction occurring simultaneously in Emma.

Finally, after a particularly brutal ass contact, Anna felt her willpower tremble. She has filled with just as much unwillingness and hatred as before but for a single second the acknowledgment that their asses were equally match overpowered these emotions, and that was all it took for her to succumb to a wilfully ignored pleasure that had been building in her ass and across her body. She felt a humiliating moan erupt from her lips, as her eyes rolled back, her entire body throbbing and trembling with an unstoppable pleasure. The fact that Emma had erupted in pleasure at the exact same moment caused her to let go of any resistance to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, which in turn only caused the climax to reach even greater heights.

It felt as though Emma’s ass was secreting some unknown hormone that caused Anna’s own ass to twitch and thrum in unstoppable ecstasy, a pleasure that caused her back arch and toes to curl in absolute bliss. Even as their dual climaxes carried them higher, it was as though their superior senses had penetrated too far into the other’s body to be pulled out, each girl experiencing again and again how their bodies succumbed to each other, their asses practically fusing together as their sense of self broke down under a barrage of mirrored, mind-melting pleasure.

Anna cried out in defeat, desperately for the horrifyingly pleasurable sensation to stop, but it felt as though her voice was echoing from far away. Again and again, she cried out weakly, as the pleasure struct wave after wave, until she felt herself sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of sweat and cum, her ass still glued against Emma’s, and their fingers still interlocked.

“You win, you win,” She gasped, her mind too battered to even feel unwilling about the admission of defeat, “Just ask your question already.”

Having said that, however, she froze, as though in part processing what she had said, but also because she had heard something else. She turned her head and saw on Emma’s stunned face, a look of bitterness, hatred, unwillingness, and disbelief. A look that she suspected was no different from her own.

They had once again spoken in unison.

Violently wrenching their bodies apart, the two fumed and hissed as though they had just received a fresh injection of hatred and loathing for the other girl, as if being forced into that terrifying climax together was humiliating enough, they had once again spoken at the same time.

Equally, however, Anna was relieved that Emma had spoken the words simultaneously, as while another draw was still a loss in Anna’s book, at least it was a mutual loss.

‘It’s fine, it’s fine, she consoled inwardly, as painful it is, at least this fucking bitch still hasn’t beaten me.’

She thought for a moment, wondering which question she would be best to ask next. She had a faint premonition and a feeling of dread, that even if they continued this comparison between their identical bodies, the results would be a series of endless draws. She also got the sense that Emma’s was starting to feel the same way, no matter how unwilling either of them would be to admit it out loud.

This only deepened her hatred, however. There was no way that she could take a step back now, she felt such loathing and disgust for the other girl that she wished she could skin her alive and drink her blood, despite her still twitching body that was continuing to cry out for more pleasure. With these facts in mind, she was already planning how to conduct the next clash. Knowing that the other girl was an immortal, she did not need to continue to compare bodies, and she could instead throw her unparallel talents in the field of alchemy in her rival’s face

But then again, it would only be a meaningful victory if she has some talent in alchemy… And if it turns out she is an expert swordmaster, or something, it’s not like I’d be willing to accept she’s better than me anyway… In a tired silence, the duo’s thoughts raced, each calculating the pros and the cons of each course of action, wondering where to direct the conflict next, and which question to ask…

Eventually, the two stopped thinking, instead, pulling themselves up and returning to what had become their ‘question asking position’, face-to-face, with their faces so close it looked as though they were about to kiss and their arms around the other’s waist.

The contact between their lower bodies caused the two to jump and twitch as if they were being electrocuted, and their arms being so close to their sensitive asses caused their hips to unconsciously move forward until their still soaked crotches were being tightly squeezed together. This caused both Anna and Emma to blush furiously, with shame and hatred practically oozing from every pore across their identical bodies, but neither moved back, feeling as though it would be a loss for them.

“Next question,” They spoke together, breath colliding and mixing between their wet, red lips.

“What immortal path do you walk? What do you specialize in, other than being a slut?” They said, neither concealing the threatening malice in their voice.

What followed next was a tense silence, Anna knew that for once, she wanted nothing more than for the two of them to speak the same words, as they always seemed to. The obvious, ill-intentioned desire in Emma’s eyes made it obvious that she was thinking the same thing.

“Alchemy.”

And the matching pairs of emerald-green eyes lit up with a malicious predatorial desire, like a hunter laying eyes on its prey, as their red lips arching into vicious smirks.

“Great, this little comparison is over then?” Anna questioned in a voice with confidence, as though she had won every bout.

“Naturally,” Emma affirmed. “We clearly have much more important things to be doing.”

Having said that, and just as both intended to leave this degrading contest behind them, and move on to the real competition, the duo heard the threatening sound of thunder and were filled with a soul-shaking sense of dread, as though the grim reaper were standing right behind them, ready to take their lives.

Both instantly fell into a fluster, knowing that it was the result of the nearly breaking the vow they had made before the heavens. Their minds racing and relying on their perfect memories, they went over the results of the pact once again, making sure they had adhered to the agreement before suddenly they froze.

“You need to lick my feet!” They shouted in a panic.

“Me?!” They yelled in synchrony again.

“You dumb bitch, you messed up the vow!” Emma yelled, practically roaring. “If we had to answer each other’s questions after a tie, but what about that last condition?”

“Fuck!” Anna yelled, before retorting with hatred-laced words, “You didn’t think to check the vow before saying it, and you’re calling me a dumb bitch?!”

In a furious silence, the two glared at each other, chests heaving with frustration. Just when they thought there were about to get the upper hand in this battle, it turns out they must lick the feet of their most bitter, most hated enemy. How come they possibly be willing!

As the sound of thunder grew louder and louder, however, and the sense of dread grew strong still, both Anna and Emma knew they had two choices.

First, continue to the comparison. They had already compared all their strong points, but nothing was stopping them from comparing the rest of their bodies. They could compare hands, arms, breasts, navels, maybe even their lips, which looked similar enough. But neither could shake the feeling that even if they put themselves through it… the results wouldn’t change. They would still be equal, identical, perfect copies and clones of each other. Perhaps the mind-melding fusion of senses they had just experienced had already confirmed the inevitable deep down in their hearts, as loath as they were to admit it to one another.

But the second choice… licking one another’s feet… was truly bitter.

In the end, both were struck by the despair-inducing belief that ever since they first interlocked fingers outside in the corridors, and dragged each other into this classroom, they were destined for this painful, humiliating result.

As though they could sense the other’s despair, they moved in tandem, sitting down opposite each other, just as they did when comparing their feet, and lifted their legs. Anna grabbed hold of Emma’s feet, and Emma held Anna’s, and both brought their enemy's feet over to their face.

God, I can’t believe I have to do this, Anna thought tearfully, It’s all this bitch’s fault!

The vicious look Emma was sending her told Anna that her rival held the same sentiments towards her. Clearly, both were pushing the blame onto the other.

No matter how reluctant, however, the girls had to do it, their only consolation being that the other girl was going through an identical torment.

Anna licked up and down Emma’s flawless feet, feet that she had been forced to acknowledge were a perfect match with her own. Her soft long tongue slipping between delicate toes and down the bottom of her rival’s right foot. She couldn’t deny that having Emma lick her own feet was a very enjoyable, pleasurable experience that sent shivers down her spine, but it was undoubtedly ruined by the fact that she had to do the same to Emma. She gagged and retched exaggeratedly, attempting to taunt the other girl that her feet tasted disgusting. Naturally, this wasn’t true, how could it be when immortals like them had long since cleansed the body of impurities. Their bodies would always remain clean, not to mention the natural peach fragrance Emma emitted meant that licking the girl’s feet was not difficult or physically repelling at all. The disgust was naturally psychological, and she would never let her enemy think that she enjoyed licking her feet.

Emma was doing the same, pulling faces and sticking her tongue out in an exaggerated display of nausea. Despite, Anna knowing exactly what she was doing, it still managed to infuriate her, however, and her own efforts had the same effect on Emma. Clearly, they were just destined enemies who couldn’t help but lose their temper at the other.

Sometime after both had moved onto their rival’s other foot, the mutual punishment had taken a strange turn, not unlike how their ass comparison took an unexpected turn. Each was carefully servicing the other with their tongue, as though in competition to see how could be more diligent and submissive to the other. Sucking on toes, running tongues temptingly up the length of the foot while seductively batting eyelashes… The sound of thunder and sense of danger had long since faded but the duo were still going, in fact, while Anna was licking Emma’s left foot, and Emma licking Anna’s right, their other feet had subconsciously found each other, pressing and rubbing together as though the earlier contact between them wasn’t enough and they still wanted more.

Eventually, the two snapped out of their daze, both channeling their shame and embarrassment at their unconscious actions into anger at the other.

“You fucking feet-obsessed slut!” Anna screamed, her hair practically standing on end at she scrambled away for the other blonde.

“You're the obsessed one, you foot-fetishist!” Emma screamed in response, equally as flustered at the turn of events.

Soon enough, the two immortals felt their embarrassment quell, and they started to arrange their next competition.

They chose a new meeting place, both done with acting like schoolgirls.

Instead, in their next conflict, they would be proud disciples of the Violet Mountain and Hanging Temple sects respectively, competing in the field of alchemy!