In Scylla's Embrace - Ishigami Yuto vs Beatrice Harper

[Liesmith]

Match Type: Hentai Last Man Standing
Rules: Strikes (except hip attacks and clotheslines) are prohibited
Victory Conditions: The loser is the first wrestler to be unable to answer a ten count

As the first words of ‘Devil Within’ echoed through the arena, Tris Harper pushed through the curtain, sauntering out with her broad hips swaying in time with the beat of her theme. The curvaceous redhead paused for a moment at the apex of the ramp, running her hands up her body and striking an expert pose for the benefit of those fans nearby. A flash of a wink to the cameras and she was stalking her way down to the ring, eyes fixed forward as though the world around her didn’t exist.

Regardless of how her first match with the company had ended, the crimson haired wrestler had earned her fair share of fans – whether that be for her looks, her skills or her attitude in the ring – and they cheered her lustily.

For her part, Tris was smiling her usual little ‘I know something you don’t know’ smile as she walked, but underneath the mask her mind was whirring at speed. Her second match in a LAW ring and her first with hentai rules, a quirk that amused but didn’t begin to concern Scylla – she knew she was quite adept at draining a man’s stamina one way or the other. After a night with her, few guys were able to stand anyway.

Well, as long as a particular part of her opponent’s anatomy was left out of the definition.

Reaching the ring, she disdained the steps in favour of a graceful leap that carried her up to the apron, then a little spin so that her half-skirt flared out to show off her full, muscular backside for the fans in the front row.

Reaching the nearest corner, Tris boosted herself up, taking a seat atop the turnbuckle, crossing one meaty leg over the other as she settled herself comfortably so that the curves of her thigh flared with the power hidden underneath. Despite the seemingly insubstantial nature of her roost, the redhead seemed entirely secure in her position, one hand clasping the turnbuckle cable behind her as her support.

From her lofty perch, Scylla cast a glance around the arena before her hungry gaze zeroed in on the entrance. Curious to see who she’d been given to toy with tonight.

[Lico]

Soon enough another theme was played on the speakers, and some parts of the crowds cheered knowing what to expect from this match. Ishigami then made his entrance in his usual

, a wry smile decorating his face. The boy waved an arm to the crowds while making his way towards the rings, accompanied with teasing remarks and whistles from the audience, the routine.

He slipped himself under the ropes and sprung back onto his feet, his eyes quickly scanned for his would be opponent. She's about the same height with him, if not a little taller, but had a larger frame compared to his lean stature. It didn't look like there's a mismatch in the strength department but he couldn't tell for sure without engaging her. That aside, the redhead was bountiful, which made it a little difficult for Yuto to look away even if he felt he had checked her enough for the time being. He did glance away every now and then, but his eyes kept going back to admire her figure, until the ref called both of them to the center of the ring.

There's the usual rules explanation which Yuto barely paid attention to, given the stipulations were something he's already familiar with. Instead, he got a closer look on Scylla while kept telling himself not too stare too much... something that's easier said than done.

"Um, uh... let's have... a good match," the boy eventually greeted her after the ref finished talking.

[Liesmith]

While Tris might be new to this pro wrestling thing, she wasn’t new to reading crowds. Sure, there were more LAW fans in the arena than she’d ever been used to seeing before, but the scale didn’t change the basics.

And really when you threw more stupid into the mix, it just dragged the already pitiful average down even further.

But this crowd’s reaction was telling her a whole lot about Ishigami Yuto right from the second he stepped onto the stage. And nothing about the aggressively skinny build, the ‘nice guy next door’ attitude or the jorts were giving Tris any reason to disagree.

Oh look, the referee wanted them.

Duty called…

Moving with predatory grace, the redhead brought first one of her legs then the other over the ropes and dropped down into the ring, landing neatly on her feet before sauntering over to join the ref and her opponent, hips swaying all the way.

Closer now and paying only the slightest heed to the ref’s blathering, Tris noted she had a small edge in height – only an inch or two – but her deceptively curvaceous figure was considerably thicker than his (particularly in her voluptuous thighs and haunches, which dwarfed his narrow hips).

This, she decided, was going to be fun. Probably not much of a workout mentally, perhaps, but Ishigami promised to be a fun little toy for the next little while at least – particularly with the way he could barely keep his baby blue eyes off her and especially her big tits.

Admittedly, he wasn’t exactly the first. But it never got old.

So she offered him a mock-innocent smile along with extending her hand, leaning forward just a fraction to give him an even better view of her creamy cleavage.

“Oh, I intend to…”

[Lico]

A handshake offering always presented a dilemma in this business. It could be genuine or it could be a trap, and Yuto didn't know Scylla well enough to tell which was it. With his eyes almost fixated on her tits, though, the boy didn't think too much of it when she leaned a little further. He took her hand and shook it, with a rather nervous smile on his face.

Honestly it wasn't that difficult of a decision. Even if his opponent ended up tricking him, he'd have an excuse for her taking the early momentum in this match and the crowds without a doubt would love it as well. He didn't plan to just lie down and let her having her way with him, of course, but at least it'd set the mood for a bit. A part of Yuto also thought that it's probably not that hard to try escaping her hold given that they weren't physically mismatched, although it'd depend on the moves she'd pull on him as well. The boy gave himself about fifty fifty chances, a risk that he could afford to take while they just started.

[Liesmith]

Tris, if she hadn’t known that Ishigami Yuto had more LAW matches under his belt than she did, would have been thinking ‘nervous virgin’ at this point. Based purely on the awkward smile and the way he couldn’t drag his eyes off her chest even when he had to know that she knew.

Oh well, monkey see, monkey stare. She was mildly curious to see whether he’d be doing that all match or if what she had planned might actually cure him of the condition.

The redhead was good either way.

Her own smile widened toothily as they shook.

“Enjoying the view, I see,” She said, voice kept breathy, sultry.

Tris stepped a little closer, still smiling.

“Why not have a closer look,” the redhead invited, letting the words hang in the air for just long enough to let them sink in.

Her grip tightened around his hand like a vice in the instant before she suddenly pulled against him, her deceptively brawny bicep flexing as she went to yank him towards her hard and fast.

Her idea was simple – get Ishigami close and pull his face into her almost bare chest, doing her best to bury him in her seemingly endless cleavage for an early breast smother. A move Tris knew she was superbly well equipped for.

[Lico]

"E-eh... I..." Yuto abruptly glanced away as he heard Scylla's remark, which turned out to be a mistake.

Whether the bell had been rung or not, he was suddenly pulled towards her, much to his surprise. Her strength betrayed the first impression he had on her, and before he could do anything, the boy's face was buried between her large boobs!

"Mmmphhh...!" he let out a protesting groan and squirmed in reflex, trying to pull himself away while also pushing her.

Scylla being surprisingly much stronger than what he expected made things difficult for him, of course, but Yuto would keep on struggling, hoping that he might unbalance her or something to create an opening for him to slip away. One of his legs tried to look for hers, aiming to hook it to take her down. The issue was being unable to see made it hard for him to locate her leg, not to mention that with one foot off the ground, his own balance ended up being not great as well.

[Liesmith]

Ishigami wasn’t the only one squawking in protest – the ref girl was also clearly unhappy with Tris’ decision to jump the gun, but she signalled for the bell anyway, bringing the match to an official start.

For her part, Tris was enjoying herself already.

This wasn’t exactly a perfect smother. Her grip was not her preferred one. The angle was not ideal, with her having to force his head down into her chest. And while Tris’ balance was rock solid thanks to her roller derby skills, his squirming wasn’t helping her hold onto him one bit.

It was anyone’s guess whether the curvy redhead would have been able to keep Ishigami trapped long enough to smother him out, whether things stayed vertical or had gone to the mats. But she didn’t really want to, not yet anyway.

So, much as she enjoyed his flailing and relished the way she could already feel the fight draining out of her victim under the choking onslaught of her overwhelming chest, Tris didn’t hold him long.

Just long enough to drown some of his fight before she reversed direction. The redhead pulled him free, relishing the sight of his gasping, sweaty features before she shoved him away.

Smirking at Ishigami like the cat that had caught the canary, she dragged a finger oh-so-slowly across her cleavage before sucking it clean in what couldn’t help but be a suggestive gesture.

“Mmm. Desperation… My favourite.”

[Lico]

Yuto could have sworn he heard the bell after Scylla pulled her shenanigan, but of course, such thing wasn't about to be punished. Not when the crowds already roaring from seeing her trapping him in a breast smother. His struggle went for a bit, but surprisingly, she decided not to take him down to the mat, even pushing him away after some time had passed.

The boy gasped as he stumbled backwards, almost falling onto his ass. He bent over slightly, panting, looking at his opponent with a rather groggy expression, which then turned a little flustered from her taunting. And yet he remained fascinated by her tits, probably even more now that he had sampled them directly. However, Yuto was also aware that he needed to be more focused now after that early exchange, and he shook his head to try clearing his thoughts, try being the keyword.

"Guh..." he wheezed before approaching Scylla carefully, arms up in front of him for a guard. "That was sneaky..." he half whined.

It's not like she was the first person to pull a tick on him at the start of the match, so the fault was partly his as well, even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. In any case, he wanted to get back at her, and he'd try doing so by going low and making a dash forward, aiming to catch her midsection and wrap his arms around hers. If everything went smoothly, then the next step would be to hook her leg to bring her down onto the mats.