Three is a crowd

[Teenwrestler]

Misaki was not kidding when she said she could wrestle all day, despite being the freshest out of all the three, Daisuke was really struggling against the Ace of Berserk now that she had found her groove. Trapping him in the facesit smother, Daisuke managed to use brute strength and wild struggling to topple Misaki off of him but the prince was starting to lose stamina as well, his body sweating profusely while his face was red from the smother. Huffing and puffing, Daisuke rolled to one side, raising his head off the mat.

"Hah...hah..." he panted, before Misaki would grab his head to pull him up a seated position, shoving his face in between her sweaty cleavage for a breast smother. "MMMMMFMMFFM!" he mumbled, hands fanatically moving around in the air. In the end, he would look to bring his arms down to her waist, looking to wrap them around Misaki's waist to squeeze her body in a bearhug. Daisuke was looking to test Misaki's limits along with his own, seeing who would relinquish the hold first or risk submission.

"Mmmffhh! D-dommfhhh givmmfhe?" he asked, really struggling to cope up with her breasts.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Having pulled Daisuke's face into her cleavage to put him into a breasts smother, Misaki tried to make him lose his breath, though the man managed to make use of his position to wrap his arms around her body, subjecting her into a bearhug. Misaki gasped as she felt the pressure around her body, and slowly, she began to loosen the hold around his head.

"Nnghhhh... haaa..."

Misaki gasped out as she would begin struggling in the hold. For the time being, she was trapped, though she would try to find a way out of this. She knew that she wouldn't lose to him with the bearhug, considering that they needed to smother their opponents out to score a win.

[Teenwrestler]

Mumbling his moans against her cleavage, Daisuke was finding it hard to focus all his strength in the bearhug due to the distracting breast smother. His vision was pretty much impaired to the point that he could only see her ruby red sports bra stuffed against his face while his mouth and nose had no room to breathe being pressed against her perfect breasts.

However, Daisuke being the fresh (not so anymore) wrestler had managed to squeeze Misaki just enough for her to relent her submission and eventually the hold loosened. Taking advantage, Daisuke would lean forward and raise Misaki up in his arms before dumping her down on the mat for a short slam. "Hah...hah...." he panted, face red and sweat.

Quickly, Daisuke straddled the Ace's chest and would scoot forward. He would grab the back of her head with both of his hands and lift her head off the mat just a bit, stuffing her face against his brief clad crotch for a crotch smother of his own.

"Submit...." he demanded, swaying his hips to add some extra humiliation on top of the suffocating crotch smother.

[PrinceArjuna332]

As Misaki was trapped in the bearhug, Daisuke decided to go for a throw, slamming her down into the mat. "URGHH!!" She groaned in pain. As she tried to recover from the slam, her opponent made his next move, getting himself on her and pressed his crotch against her face, subjecting her to a crotch smother.

"MMPPHHHH!!"

Misaki was unable to breathe as a result. Still, even as Daisuke told her to submit, she refused to do so, trying her best to struggle underneath him so that she could find a way out of this predicament.

[Teenwrestler]

Once again, the tables had turned and it was now Daisuke that had taken the advantage in the match once again. His bearhug managed to get him the freedom he wanted from the breast smother, allowing him to take a breath of fresh air before dumping Misaki down onto the mat in a harsh slam. From there, the prince quickly mounted his rival before straddling her chest and scooting forward to press his brief clad crotch against her mouth and nose.

"You wrestled well but there's no way you can beat me! Just give up, I have conquered you" he said proudly, gripping the back of her head and really keeping her pressed against his briefs. Daisuke deliberately rocked his hips back and forth to rub his crotch against her face to taunt her while keeping the smother hold effective.

"Can't breathe can you? Admit defeat" he said.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Misaki couldn't breathe as Daisuke pressed his crotch against her face, and she needed a way to escape this, or else she might have to submit to the man. And the rocking of his hips made it even harder for Misaki, so she needed to be fast in finding a solution to this problem.

So, the Ace of Berserk decided that she needed to use her flexibility for this occasion. She would mentally count up to three before bringing up both her feet, getting them right at Daisuke's head, clamping her legs together before attempting to yank him away from her, looking to get his crotch removed from her face at the same time.

[Teenwrestler]

The wrestling prince had trapped Misaki in a very embarrassing position. He wriggled his hips and pressed his weight down atop of the Ace, pressing his brief clad crotch against her pretty face to cut off her breathing in a rather embarrassing position for the Ace. Leaning forward, Daisuke did his best to stay on top of Misaki, giving her payback for her earlier attempts of a smother but now it was time for Daisuke's retribution.

Despite the back and forth struggle, Misaki refused to give up. Daisuke's body was glistening in sweat too, the Ace was really working the male hard if he wanted this win. It seemed it was all over for Misaki, until her legs curled back towards Daisuke's head and wrapped them around it. With her solid grip and leg strength, she yanked the prince off her body and tossed him on the mat.

"Urgh!" Daisuke groaned, rolling away from her before scrambling up on all fours. He was panting heavily while glaring at Misaki, shocked that he was not able to put her out. "Hah....there's no way you can win this! I won't lose" Daisuke said, rising up to his knees while starting to crawl towards his rival.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Misaki managed to get Daisuke off of her, and now she was free. Gasping, she would then roll over onto her knees, her hair covering a part of her face. Brushing aside her bang, she would then look at the direction of Daisuke, thinking of what to do next.

While Daisuke was rising on his knees, Misaki decided to take the initiative, looking to launch herself towards him. She was looking to slip past him before grabbing him by his head, looking to yank at it backwards before nestling her own breasts over his face. In addition to having his head being yanked backwards, his face would also be buried under her tits in a breasts smother.

[Teenwrestler]

It was clear that Misaki was exhausted, her body was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. Daisuke knew that the longer this match went the better of a chance he had to out-last the Berserk Ace. His declaration of her not being able to win this perhaps motivated the brunette even more, she would rise up onto her knees across him and brushed her hair out of her face. Daisuke glared at her, he was ready to lock up with her once more and began to crawl towards her while she did the same.

However, Misaki would slip past him and get in behind him to catch him off guard. "W-wha?!" Daisuke gasped when his head was grabbed and pulled backwards. His back bent towards Misaki, the Ace guided his face towards her chest in a unique breast smother. "Mmmfffff" Daisuke mumbled, his hands flailing about as he was caught in the awkward smother.

At this time, Trent Masters was seen walking back towards the wrestling mats. He was freshly showered and changed into his regular clothes of a blue shirts and dark blue jeans. He would look onto the action, crossing his arms knowing full well that Daisuke stood no chance.

After struggling in the smother for a bit, Daisuke began to tap Misaki's shoulders to signal his submission. "Mmmmff I give" he moaned.

[PrinceArjuna332]

Trapping Daisuke in the unique breasts smother, Misaki was then rewarded with a submission from the man, and she let out a sigh of relief before she let go of him. She felt tired after going through all these, and her body was slick with sweat. "Phew..." She noticed that Trent had returned. She could deal with him later, but for now, she would like to take a breath.

Pushing Daisuke off of her, Misaki would sit on the mat, leaning back and supporting her own weight with her arms. "I won," she said simply. She had proven herself to be superior compared to both men, and she hoped that this should be enough lesson for them the next time they wanted to test their luck against her again.

Then, she looked at Trent. "Trent, we should talk." She wanted to at least apologize to him for punching him earlier, though to be fair, he did deserve that because he kissed her earlier.