L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

It might not seem like it, given… well, everything but Tris genuinely appreciated Yuto’s tenacity. No, really.

It gave her something to work with, made this whole experience so much more fun than if he’d just gone totally limp and made like a ragdoll. It still wasn’t even close to a challenge and that was ok too.

Because while Tris loved a challenge, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy taking poor, outmatched little Yuto apart piece by piece to find out what made him tick.

Well, her ass obviously but she couldn’t exactly blame the guy there. She’d put a lot of work into it.

For all that, Tris had no difficulties in ignoring the pointless prying of his hands against her legs – they’d both been here before, they both knew how it ended. And sure enough, soon enough poor Yuto was reduced to just clinging on for dear life.

Tris cast a glance down, grinned. Kept the pressure coming, slow and steady in the measured build as her muscles tightened around his trapped skull.

Normally, she’d have to be careful about him tapping out before she was done. Tonight, that wasn’t an issue.

To no one's surprise, Yuto was unable to even loosen Scylla's thighs that was crushing his head. The poor boy was trapped and at her mercy, just like how he had always been for the whole match. He grunted and squirmed, and in the end he gave one of her legs a squeeze before tapping them a few times, signaling her that he's close to being squeezed unconscious. Well, he probably could still take a little more, but given how weakened he had been, perhaps she could cut him some slack for starting to panic earlier.

"Hnnngg...!"