Family affairs: Ataru vs Mariko

Approaching with a teasing pose that accentuated her curves, Mariko would definitely look like a sensually confident model on the catwalk rather than a fighter about to face her opponent. Even when she held up a challenging hand for him, the Japanese vixen would make it look more like she was teaching grappling moves to a little child, greatly contributing in making Ataru feel  belittled and nervous.

Moreover, Mariko's teasings would somewhat mess up Ataru's hint of a 'strategy' for the current round, which involved avoiding grappling holds as long as possible and trying to counter her attacks: Lured into a test of strenght in such teasingly carefree way, there was no way for the flustrated boy to pull back, not to mention resort to any tricky attack.

Like that, Ataru would step forward and interwine fingers with Mariko, both hands soon clenched with hers as he tried to push with all his might... though it was not assured to be as much impressive as he wished.

"Unfffh.... w-we'll see about that... Mariko-chan!", he would huff in exertion with a slight hint of a grin, playing antics with her "call me Mariko-sama" while he tried to push the wrestling vixen towards the ropes.

“My, how bold of you,” Mariko replied. Though really a more accurate description would’ve been “foolish.” She could respect that Ataru wasn’t going to let one loss get in the way of his confidence. But to defy Mariko moments after she’d knocked him out?

He was practically asking her to do it again.

All in due time. For the moment Mariko just focused on the test of strength. While he pushed, she pushed right back. Despite Ataru’s best efforts, Mariko wasn’t moving backward as he’d hoped. Instead she was attempting to push down on the boy’s hands, trying to force him down to his knees before her.

Ataru pushing forward vs. Mariko pushing downwards, which one was going to prevail? The answer would not be late to come, as the recent KO would show its effect on the boy's endurance: the boy's wrists would give first, allowing Mariko to get a better leverage to push him down. Then his legs started to tremble, knees buckling to Ataru's discomfort.
And from there, it was all a tauntingly slow, inevitable descent towards the mat for poor Ataru.

"Nnnghhf... d-darns.... 0///0". Groaning and huffing in exertion would not help much, as Ataru was slowly bust surely brought to his knees.

If he could go back to his previous decision, he would have better resorted to a monkey flip or any other kind of escape/counter moves now... anything that could spare him the degradation of kneeling down and down until he was facing Mariko's glistening thighs. But that chance was gone and he was pretty much stuck in such embarrassingly 'deferent stance', his flustrated face looking up at her mocking smile as he tried one last push, but couldn't go anywhere.

Mariko had to give credit where it was due. Ataru was truly fighting back with all his might. Very little had gone his way from the outset, but he still wasn’t giving up. Regardless, his resistance proved to be futile. He exerted valuable energy in a failed effort, and soon found himself on his knees before Mariko - exactly where he belonged.

To further impose her dominance, Mariko inched forward until the crotch of her shorts was mere inches away from Ataru’s face. She remained there for a few moments, holding the boy in place and letting him take in the sight of her towering over him.

But then the moment would come to an end when Mariko suddenly thrusted a knee up, aiming to bring it crashing right into Ataru’s chin in hopes of dropping the boy onto his back.

Ataru's pride and naivety had brought him into a not very comfortable position, even though he was probably raising the envy of many among the male audience. And here he was now, kneeling before Mariko with no chance to either push off or pull out from the lock of her hands keeping him pressed him down on his knees.

The Japanese vixen would not miss the chance to tease her flustrated opponent a little more, bringing herself close enough to let Ataru sense the warmth radiating from her crotch. He would reflexively pull his head back some, unwilling to be caught into some taunting kind of smother.... but no such "luck" really.

"Unghh!!!" Ataru's teeth rattled from the harsh impact as Mariko went for a more orthodox wrestling move, lifting her knee right against his chin and sending the boy stumbling backwards, laying down in a painful daze.
"unnhh.... that hurt you know....", he would groan faintly, shaking his head in the effort to recover as fast as possible from the tunning hit. Though it was improbable that Mariko would remain inactive during that time.

Mariko simply adored the sight of Ataru kneeling before her, completely helpless to do anything about his predicament. And of course the blush on his cute face once he was forced to stare right at the crotch of her panties didn’t escape her attention either. He could try to avert his gaze, but that wasn’t really helping him all too much. And it certainly didn’t do anything to prevent Mariko’s knee from slamming right into his chin.

“That was the point~” Mariko replied with a chuckle, before stepping forward to stand over Ataru’s prone body. Then she’d suddenly drop her butt down right onto the boy’s chest, with her shins pressing on his arms to trap him in a schoolgirl pin. Looking down at the face between her stocking covered thighs, Mariko would then casually rest her hands on her hips.

“Comfy down there?” she’d teasingly ask while she took her time deciding what she would do with him next.

Down on his back, Ataru was still too busy trying have the spinning spotlights above his eyes stop to possibly react, his vision slowly refocusing on the teasing sight of Mariko towering right over him, smiling down at his dazed state from past her bouncy breasts.

What followed was a groaning "Ooooffff...!" from the boy's lips as the brunette vixen just nonchalantly plopped her weight down onto his chest, sensually adjusting her comfortable seat into a teasing schoolgirl pin that allowed very small room for movements to his upper body, having his arms trapped by her shins and, more embarrassing, his face hugged by her thighs, tauntingly caressed by her smooth stockings.

"Unfff... probably a little less than you are up there... 0///0", the pinned boy had to admit, his cute blushing face probably looking extra-silly with his features hugged by her warm thighs like that.

But this was not the time to be fascinated by Mariko and her sexy-dominant posing over him. If Ataru's upper body was more or less immobilized underneath her hips and legs, his lower body was basically free to move, and so he soon started to use it, squirming around and then trying to bridge up into an attempt at escaping from her schoolgirl pin, somewhat suggestively bathing her thighs with his huffing exertion. "Umfffhhh...! 0///0"

Mariko couldn’t help but laugh at Ataru’s response. His reddened face looked adorable framed tightly between her smooth thighs, but seeing him talk to her in that position was just far too amusing.

“Aww, I’m sorry about that, Ataru-chan~” Mariko replied, reaching a hand down to gently rub over the top of his head as if she were petting a dog. “But it’s going to be over soon enough. So you’ll just have to bear with it a little while longer. Now, be a dear and take a big, deep breath for me, alright?”

Then without further warning, Mariko would simply shift forward again, sitting herself down on Ataru’s face with the crotch of her shorts pressing against on the boy’s mouth and nose. She’d shuffle just a bit to get herself comfortable, before settling still on her new perch, content to enjoy the inevitable struggle he was about to put up underneath her.

Though visibly amused by the leisure chatting with her schoolgirl-pinned opponent, Mariko wasn't really much incline to relent her action, leave alone letting Ataru's flushed face escape from the encasing hug of her thighs.

Quite the opposite, the Japanese seductress was soon going to shift herself forward, until her peach-perfect butt and the back of her warm thighs would make a sensually alluring, yet virtually airtight seal for his face.
"D-Deep breath..?? Oh nononono.... you don-nmmmghfffhh....!!!". Mariko does nothing to hide her intentions. It was a big part of the fun after all, since Ataru could not stop him from doing it in any case, and now the grappling vixen could thoroughly enjoy his embarrassed squirmings.

Ataru's head was slightly jostled around by the teasing wrigglings of Mariko's hips as she made herself comfortable on his flustrated face, effectively covering his nose and mouth as she could tell from his stifled protests and muffled attempts at breathing vibrating nicely underneath her.
"Mnnpffhhh.... mmnghffff..... 0///0". Ataru's struggle to break free consisted of basically a series of blind flailing and bucking movements, as well as embarrassed wrigglings of his face in seek of air. Which might be making Mariko's seat not super-stable, but are greatly contributing in keeping the Japanese beauty and her numerous fans pleasantly enterteined.

Mariko giggled when Ataru began to struggle frantically beneath her. His flailing about amused her to no end, and his muffled protests vibrated wonderfully against her crotch. “Oh, Ataru-chan.. You are enjoying this, aren’t you?~” she teased, blushing slightly from the delightful feeling while she started to rub her hips back and forth over his handsome face. Despite the boy’s struggling, she felt quite confident she could ride it out with little difficulty, and smother him out here and now…

Then again, that was something she’d done a lot before. Tonight she felt like changing things up a bit.

“Still fighting, huh? My, how impressive~” she said with another giggle. “Just for that, I think I’ll give you a little reward.” And with that she climbed off of Ataru’s face, only to turn around and mount his chest facing the opposite direction. From there she’d lay forward, coil her legs around her foe’s head to apply a reverse figure four headscissor, squeezing his head as tightly as she could while pulling his face right against her rear.