Arlise vs Ishigami

[Lico]

"Huh...?" was all Yuto let out before he gasped in surprise from seeing Arlise lunged towards him from her position. Crap...

His thoughts was to raise his arms to block her, but his body didn't seem to be in sync with his mind completely. Was it because what she said, or because the sight of her breasts from earlier distracted him? Could be both. In any case, he reacted too late. His arms didn't get up in time, and as a result her chest smacked his face lightly before it enveloped his head.

"Mmpphh...!" the boy let out a muffled grunt and squirmed under her.

His legs loosened by reflex as his focus now shifted to getting her off him. His hands would attempt to find her shoulders so he could try pushing her, but time wasn't in his side due to his airways being blocked. One thing that he noticed that now they're being up close and personal was that she smelt nice, but he quickly told himself not to get distracted any further. Right now he should be focusing on regaining his breathing space before she weakened him too much.

[Winter]

Arlise had toyed with outfit selection of late, but the one she currently wore - the snug, comfy, sultry leotard she had commissioned her first month with LAW - proved the perfect aid for these hentai matches, especially when she had a chance to use her chest as a weapon. His features sank into the cleavage spilling from the top and the leotard's cups hugged his cheeks, creating an excellent seal against the cool air of the arena. Even better, though, she could enjoy the sensations herself. His wordless complaint and hot breaths satisfied a none-too-hidden need for control, and she wriggled her form on top of his.

"I knew it."

He did lose his grip on her, switching to another tactic entirely - pushing her. Arlise, so hard to move when she had latched onto an opponent, scarcely budged, and she added another arm to wrap up his head when she could spare it. Grinning at his efforts, she ran her slender fingers through his hair as if she comforted him. "No, Yuto, you don't need to go anywhere."

An unconscious opponent could not tap out nor declare that he wished to quit, however. At that realization, Arlise sighed, but she leaned up enough to spare him a breath - then plopped the fullness of one breath back onto his mouth as she peered down at him. "Do you want to tap? I think you should."

[Lico]

As Arlise wriggling on top of him, rubbing her breasts against his face, Yuto could feel himself twitching, down there as well. She then wrapped another arm around his head to secure the smother, and as if to add the finishing touch to his predicament, she caressed his head. To say it's effective was quite an understatement. His resistance ceased, as if pacified by her motherly act, and in place of his defiance, something else rising up, something that's starting to turn him a little hot and bothered.

"Mmmmmggh..." there's a hint of frustration in his muffled whine, understandably so - he started the match quite well to his standard after all, only to have his opponent turned it around rather easily.

Fortunately, Arlise couldn't smother him out cold, which she seemed to realize as well. That didn't make him any easier for Yuto, however, as she could still take full advantage of her control over him. There was a moment of respite, briefly, and then her breast sealed his mouth and nose again. It didn't take a genius to guess what's Arlise's game here, as her suggestion implied she could just do it over and over to make him weaker and weaker. What's more, the way she said that he should tap, almost sounded like a command, which made him twitched again.

He felt like he'd be damned if he tapped after just a single move, but he barely had a choice as it was. An idea then came to his mind. He tried to hold out his breath for a bit longer, feigning going limp and hope she'd lift herself up again to give him another breather. When she did, his plan would be to raise his legs, bridging himself up before attempting to roll them over.

"Hnnngg...!"

If he succeed, then at the very least he could break the smother while being somewhat on top of her, despite not pinning her or anything. However, he'd still be left vulnerable as he'd need a moment to catch his breath, while his opponent was pretty much still free to do whatever she wanted.