Rina, who always used to cry, cling, and fear attacks to her solar plexus, came to BODY ZONE one day and suddenly declared: "I won't cry anymore!" "Don't hold back!" "Hit me harder than anyone ever has before!" The moment she made this declaration with fierce determination, her expression changed completely—unlike anything seen before. Even under relentless, powerful punches, she didn't scream. Instead, faint, breathy moans escaped her lips, accompanied by sweet, writhing movements, as if she were a completely different person.
I once punched a female fetishist as hard as I could on the abdomen with a small cushion placed on top. I thought the cushion would make it safe, but she ended up suffering greatly. This time, I placed a thin bath towel, folded into 16 layers, over Rina's stomach. When I struck with full force, she let out a strange, sensual groan, as if gasping for air, clearly enduring intense pain. All three punches were delivered at maximum strength. Then, I refolded the towel into 8 layers, maintaining the same punching power. She was definitely suffering, but this wasn't the usual Rina. Normally, she'd either shriek uncontrollably or pass out. Next, I reduced the towel to 4 layers, then 2, and finally just 1—equivalent to punching through regular summer clothing. I struck with the same force used when the towel was 16 layers thick. I continued, delivering 15 punches in sets of three. At this point, should I remove the towel entirely and punch her bare stomach directly? I hesitated for just a moment, but seeing Rina's body twisting and writhing, I decided and delivered the blow with full strength, straight into her bare abdomen.