Blaise Cameron/Honoka Kobayashi - Wipe Those Tears!

[Devilish53]

The atmosphere hanging on a knife edge, with Honoka's cute little blush growing a tad bit given the proximity and heat of Blaise's words, the lightweight went for broke. Not in the manner her male acquaintance was perhaps hoping for mind, but more in a way to break the tension.

Throwing her right arm up and around, pulling upon Blaise's head with the most force she had used all 'fight,' Honoka would attempt to gain some semblance control on the young man, forcing the side of Blaise's skull just up from her huge chest.

"Like this..! Super secret...Honoka headlock!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Wha-," starts Blaise, only to be taken completely by surprise!

Her arm hooks his neck, and he finds his head pulled in low against the girl's chest! This angle is, without a doubt, providing the weirdest headlock he's ever experienced. With the side of his head pressed along her collar just above the swell of her breasts, his arms flail around haplessly in the air.

"Mnfphfbl!," he articulates while squirming, managing only to mouth against her skin.

[Devilish53]

A small part of Honoka tells the lightweight that Blaise is faking his struggle, given the male had so easily pinned her entire frame a moment ago, but she still cares not. The greater majority of her frame was telling Honoka that she was about to put this no-good rascal down, through nothing but pure, Honoka-strength!

"Haha!" Laughing with a tone reminisce of a hero snagging the villain, Honoka attempted to pull off the bench, and gently drag Blaise to the floor with her frame leading the charge. If her male 'foe' didn't prevent her, he'd end up on the floor but mostly atop of her spongy, small frame, with Honoka having no intention of actually throwing him uncomfortably to the hard tiles.

"I have you! Defeat is yours!"

[CyanDimitrik]

It's true, Blaise isn't fighting back much; allowing her her moment. Plus, he can't exactly complain about the predicament. She very gradually guides him down to the floor, distantly cringing at how dirty it must be, but not caring too much. After all, it's Honoka who's mostly on the floor when all is said and done!

"Mmnfph!," Blaise continues to protest. His hands finally find purchase on her shoulders, feigning a struggle to pull away!

[Devilish53]

With Blaise on the floor, mostly to her side, all that Honoka needs to do is secure a tighter look. With Blaise offering resistance however, however half-hearted and playful, Honoka opts to release as if she's just been shoved with godly force; falling to her butt as she pivots, facing her male foe.

"That's it...!" She roars, revealing her over-acted escape to merely be a reason to lunge in, jumping with what space is given to her atop her male foe. "Now you're gonna get it!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise sits up, now that they've disengaged. "Floor's gross," he comments, head turning to regard his new position. Bleh. Sure, much could be said the same of a wrestling ring, given the amount of sweat and sometimes blood that gets splattered all over it, but somehow this stands out more. Maybe he's just more used to rolling around in a ring.

When he looks back to the pinkette, she's lunging at him! His hands raise to try to catch her, but he falls short, toppling over onto his back with the girl landing squarely over him. "Mnf!" His hands set to her waist, gaze affixed up at her. He could probably throw her off, but he's hesitating to see what she does. Plus, she's a hot little thing; he's in no hurry.

[Devilish53]

Success!

Landing atop the toned matrress that was Blaise, Honoka let loose a yelp audible to even those in the hallway, as her full, non-substantial weight now pressed down upon her male foe. His toned midriff to her soft and spongey tummy. Her gigantic breasts, far too big for her scale, to his firm abdomen. And with one quick adjustment, her nimble fingers to his shoulders.

"You're down! It's ova'!" Grinning as she held Blaise in a full-body pin not unlike the one she had been victim to a short while ago, Honoka attempted something of an arch back; raising her upper frame back just a touch, albeit with the sheer scale of her breasts her chest would still press to his.

"You looooooose!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Blaise counter-arches to Honoka, pressing into her more. He offers up a defiant smirk to her playful claim, and his hands slip a little further around her waist. "Is that so? 'Cuz I didn't hear a pinfall," he challenges.

[Devilish53]

The counter arching was not missed by the pinkette, as Blaises' tough abdomen began to stab into hers. Twitching a little from the feeling, her blush only growing, Honoka simply opted to do as suggested, with her figure tensing down flat. Chest now pressing once more to the males own, her nose would dangle just a shade above Blaises' nose, as she roared out the first number.

"ONE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

With the proximity, the would-be intimacy (albeit in a somewhat gamey location), and that look on her face, Blaise would have expected the count to be a whisper - perhaps even a breathy, muted little count.

Oh no. Honoka all but barks it in his face!

Blaise's eyes squeeze shut under the weight of the volume. When they open again, they're giving her a bemused, if incredulous look. He can't get a handle on her! "Not scared'a someone walking in, are ya?," he teases.