L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Avery’s lips curved into a slow, self-assured smile as she maintained her dominant position over Yuto, her full weight settled firmly on his face. Every subtle grind of her hips, every calculated shift of her thighs, drove him closer to his breaking point. She could feel it, sense it in the way his muffled sounds became more desperate and his body twitched beneath her, his chest heaving against her palms as she casually pressed down.

And Avery was turning their match into a demonstration and advertisement. After all, why not? He had nothing left with which to threaten her. She glanced over her shoulder, giving the camera an almost playful wink as she arched her back slightly, emphasizing the sway of her hips as she adjusted her seat. “It’s not just about strength, boys. It’s about knowing how to use it.”

But Avery paused, feeling the change in his body language and the sounds he was making before glancing downward. Oh. Oh. That wasn't the first time, but it still filled her with pleasure knowing what had happened to him, just from her sitting on his face. The sight was almost comical, proof of his utter defeat, his body betraying him even as he struggled for air beneath her. She let out a throaty laugh, pointing toward his crotch with mock surprise.

“Would you look at that?” she said, gesturing grandly for the camera as if presenting a work of art. “Another one bites the dust. Just like I told you. Wrestle with me, and you’ll end up exactly like this. Face under me, pride shattered, and, well…” She chuckled, giving his head a playful bounce under her hips. “Other parts of you saying way more than words ever could.”

She leaned back slightly, applying more of her weight in a calculated press, her cheeks framing his face like a living vice. Her fingers brushed over his chest one last time, feeling the rise and fall of his strained breaths.

“Now, Yuto,” she said, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. “I think you’ve got one last thing to say, don’t you? Better make it quick, sweetheart, because I’m not known for being patient when I know I’ve already won.”

She shifted again, ensuring every ounce of her strength pressed down on him, her weight unrelenting as she awaited the inevitable. The faintest smirk played on her lips as she added one last thought for the camera:

“This? This is Avery Merritt. Learn it. Remember it. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Avery's laugh and what she said afterwards confirmed that she noticed Yuto's little accident. He shivered under her, his mind filled with a mixture of feelings, among them embarrassment, and yet ecstasy as well. She had him fallen so deep under her spell to the point of no return, and the evidence was undeniable.

"Mmmmghh...!" he groaned as she added more weight onto his head, causing him to start squirming now as that one burst took a good portion of his air as well. "...gghh... gghff... uhhhfppp...!" he tried to communicate his surrender, but his voice was muffled by her divine derierre.

All he could do was to rely on her mercy now. Avery had all the control over him after all. She could just pretend to not listen to his plea and there's nothing he could do about it. A part of him probably secretly wished for that, to be toyed by her for just a little longer until she's truly satisfied breaking him, even if his body might not be able to handle it...

Avery sat poised atop Yuto, her body perfectly still except for the slow, exaggerated counting on her fingers. One… two… three… Her lips curled into a sly smile, and her gaze flicked toward the nearest camera. She didn’t need to say a word; the audience-to-be would know exactly what was happening beneath her commanding frame.

Her hips pressed down just a fraction more, her weight serving as a tangible reminder to Yuto of who was in charge. The muffled sounds from beneath her shifted, and she paused her counting mid-air. Avery’s perfectly arched brow lifted in mock curiosity as she tilted her head toward the camera, tapping her ear with one finger as if she hadn’t quite caught what she thought she heard.

“Oh?” she said, her tone dripping with theatrical surprise. “Was that a... surrender?”

She waited a moment longer, her deliberate pause reinforcing the sheer extent of her control over the situation. Then, with an air of casual indulgence, she lifted her hips slightly, allowing his face to emerge from beneath her. The motion was unhurried, her dominance extending even into her retreat. The heat between them had left his face nearly suctioned to her, and as she rose, there was a subtle sound of release as his features “popped” free, leaving his cheeks flushed and damp from the prolonged intensity of the exchange.

But Avery wasn’t done. She shifted her weight to one side, letting one cheek rest lightly against his face as though he were nothing more than an impromptu cushion. She peered down at him, her smile sharp and teasing.

“Now,” she purred, her voice low but audible enough for the cameras to pick up every word, “why don’t you repeat yourself, darling? Nice and loud this time, for all those adoring fans who’ll be watching. What was it you just said?”

Her tone held no malice, only the sweet, condescending amusement of someone who had orchestrated this moment perfectly.

Yuto gasped as Avery lifted herself up slightly to give him a little breathing room, albeit in a deliberately slow motion. His expression was a mixture of groggy, silly, and yet ecstatic. It's as if he's just woke up from a wet dream, although he fully realized that this was no dream. The soreness of his body, the still twitching bulge on his pants, and most importantly the lingering warmth and scent of Avery, all were too real.

As she shifted to her side and rested a cheek against his face, the boy shivered, tingling sensations running through his spine. He had to take a moment to catch his breath, but it wasn't too long before he began to speak.

"I... haaa... haaa... I give up... Avery-sama..." he panted and wheezed as she uttered the words that would bring the match to an end.