Lady Auphemia Vs Ataru: Lumber-maids match!!! (complete)

The fans gasped at the spectacular sight of Auphemia flying like an angel... but falling like a meteor (or two, plump meteors) right onto poor Ryu's face.

Many in the male audience were jealous of Ataru there, but few of them would really trade place with the handsome boy after they saw the ring shaking from the booming impact.

Groggy for a few seconds but overall conscious, Ataru blinked trying to get back into the fight when he realized that Auphemia had comfortably sat down onto his waist, trapping him underneath her curvy hips as she tauntingly flaunted and swayed her huge breasts for him.

"Ugh... I'd actually accept suggestions at the moment... 0///0, he admitted to himself with a flustered blush, "...b-but I guess I must start with breaking free.. nghhff..", Ataru added, tried to sit up and possibly unbalance Auphemia.... which was probably just what she was waiting for.

“Oh yes, breaking free would be a smart move.” Auphemia commented as he sat up, springing into action and wrapping her arms around his head. “That is, of course, if you weren’t against me currently.” Pulling his head, his face was now prisoner of her large melons, a sensuous smother beginning as she held him captive.

But in the sense of keeping her opponent overwhelmed, she wouldn’t settle with a simple smother. And so she released his face from the smothering embrace for a second, before crashing his face black in for a solid boob blow. She’d then repeat the process, letting him have air for a few seconds before bringing him back in for another breast punch.

Ataru's escape attempt was expected by Auphemia, who promptly denied it by hugging his head and burying his flustered face right into her endless breast cleavage.

While not totally pacifying him, being caught in such warm soft prison disoriented his mind, numbing Ataru with their heavenly smoothness and top class perfume. Indeed, Auphemia's huge breasts worked like a charm on the poor boy, and the satin-like touch of her expensive clothings did nothing to lessen the mesmerizing effect.

With the cute boy having a hard time trying to focus on other than Auphenia's marvelous bosom, it was time for the noble-looking girl to show more of her unique "martial arts", not settling to just a basic breastsmother but punishing Ataru with a series of boob-press moves, smothering him for a short time to the boob-pummel his face again and again.

"Umpff...unghh....mppfff... @.@". A consequent series of muffled groans of flustered pain confirmed her that the wannabe-defiant boy was falling into her bosomy power, willing or not. With such treatment , it didn't take long to tame Ataru's struggles.
"nggghhh... @///@", the stunned boy groaned faintly, reduced into a dizzy docile state at her matronly bosom.

Auphemia continued her breast pummeling until she felt his struggles subside, leaving him in her soft prison. “Come now Ataru, that can’t be all that you have now. We’ve hardly gotten started.” Showing a hint of mercy, Auphemia would release Ataru from her smother, letting him fall back to the canvas if he didn’t catch himself.

Afterwards she would get up and walk to the edge of the ring, watching him in amusement as he recovered. Of course though, she was just waiting for when he’d get back up, as she would be sure to continue his punishment in their match. As when she did, she’d be quick to approach him and start more of her prominent breast blows, weaker than the previous ones but still packing some weight. “Try to keep up Ataru.”

Ataru's head finally drooped down into the awaiting comforts of Auphemia's cleavage, where it would have ben way too easy for a titty-martial arts master like she was to smother him out and gain the first point.

But, this was Lady Auphemia's AFW debut, and the sultry young businesswoman wouldn't take any chance to finish a round, and her own fun, this quickly and easily. Therefore, the young boy was "mercifully" allowed to recover some of his stamina and air supply until he was able to stand up.

Still, the first effects of Auphemia's Titty Martial Arts on him were evident to be seen, as Ataru was now having a hard time to keep up with her relatively light boob-pummeling. Blocking some with his guard, taking others right onto his face, but overall being unable to take a good timing and strike back, as she just needed her huge swaying breasts to keep him constantly on the defensive.

"Ungh...unff...d-dammit... 0///0". Ataru thought that this was probably Auphemia's titty version of punching and controlling him with a series of jabs. But whatever he'd put it, they were still strong and heavy enough to slowly force him backwards, step after steps until his back was met by the turnbuckle, knowing that the busty brunette had got him cornered now.

Realizing the perils of staying there, the young Japanese tried a fake punch aimed at dash sidewards and sneak out of the corner instead.

Auphemia was focusing solely on keeping the boy on edge, not letting up in her assault on him. It would eventually lead to her cornering him, something that set his alarms off and attempt a fake out punch. However, Auphemia was expecting the punch to come out, but trusted her ability to take a hit and swung her breasts for a swift blow on him.

If she had managed to get the attack, Ataru would be trapped in the corner with her, now pressing her bosom against his chest to smirk at him. “Where did you think you were going?”

The fans laughed wholeheartedly at how Ataru was compelled to play defensive against Auphemia's boob-fighting style, cornered like a weaker boxer versus her huge pair of titty champions.

Even the boy's escape plan were doomed to a disgraceful fail as Auphemia, overall unfazed by his feinted punch decides to just boob-pummel him back to the corner and press herself forward, effectively pinning him to the corner with her soft yet unyelding giant breasts.

"Unghff.... o-off from an attractive danger... I guess...? 0///0" , Ataru admitted in flustered response, trying to push off but finding that Auphemia's imposing bosom had him trapped right there where she wanted, just bouncing suggestively at his ineffective efforts to escape.

“Flattery will only get you so far. And running from your opponent gets you nowhere in a fight.” Auphemia stated as she kept Ataru cornered, seeing his flustered struggle. Eventually though, she’d take her chest off of his, but his chance at escape wouldn’t come as she’d start to proceed with her breast pummeling.

Left and right she’d swing her bosom, setting out to hit the boy with a combo of several lighter swings before ending off with a heavy boob uppercut. And with him in the corner, she was sure that he wouldn’t have much else to go.

Well, that's a good point, Ataru had to admit. Flattery was truly pointless, especially in a wrestling match where Ataru's opponent was intent at thoroughly crushing and dominating with her imposing bosom.

"You're right.. then I'll use force and push you off-nnghf..? Blubb... blurblurrrblubbbb @.@".
So, the young Japanese had decided to put an all out effort to push Auphemia off instead. But when he had just only started his exertion, the busty lady had promptly anticipating his actions, using her vantage position to roll and pummel his face around with a series of swinging breast-bumps, thus disorienting Ataru and preparing him for the grand finale.

"UUunnghhh... @.@". Indeed, Ataru was going nowhere after Auphemia's latest boob-uppercut. Nowhere but bouncing onto the turnbuckle and falling right back into her awaiting bosom, stunned and temporarily helpless.

Auphemia would look down to the boy satisfaction on her face as he was completely stunned by her boob assault on him, leaving him disoriented and helpless against her bosom. It was a position she was more than happy to put him in, and planned to do so more throughout the duration of their match.

After a second of him pressed against her, Auphemia would turn her body and almost in a sorts throw him towards the center of the ring with her chest. “Come now Ataru, that can’t really be the best you got now? I might have to mix things up if you won’t give us a show.” She’d warn, watching him closely as she remained close to the corner. She’d wait for him to get up, and would set forth her next plan when he could stand.