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

Auphemia's huge breasts seemed to have a life of their own as they hugged Ataru's head into the warm depths of their embrace, only to then casually toss him aside. Like that, the barely conscious tumbled disgraceully into the middle of the ring, a faint groan escaping from his lips as he hit the canvas back first.

"Unghh...d-don't think I lost my fighting spirit... I can't afford to lose to a girl's breasts...! 0///0". With such brave words pronounced in such a pityful dizzy state, the Japanese boy gathered what remained of his strenght and stamina and forced himself up to his feet, predictibly nudged into this reaction by Auphemia's teasings.

Balancing on his feet, the boy assumed a fighting stance, signifying that he was ready to resume the match. Though, his unsteady footing told a different story.

“Well that’s good, wouldn’t want the show to be over so soon into starting.” Auphemia commented, seeing the boy stand back up. Although it was impossible to not notice his off balanced stance, her moves proving to be quite effective against the young wrestler. But the spirit was all she really needed to keep the show going, as she had no intention of letting him get any ground.

“Well then, let’s just see how long you can hold out against my breasts before you can’t get back up, shall we?” She’d ask as she’d quickly approach Ataru, starting off by hitting him with another breast jab right away.

As expected, Ataru could not really back up to his bold words as Auphemia got closer, ready to dominate him with more titty-wrestling moves.

As the soft heavy mass of her breast bumped his face, the young boy was pushed backwards by that humiliating mockery of a jab, in troubles already as he was forced to lean back against the ropes.

"Ungh... d-dammit... take..this! 0///0"
While Ataru tried to react with a jab of his own that would probably hit Auphemia's bosom rather than her face, he was not aware of how potentially dangerous his actual position could be, with Auphemia's hench-maids standing down the ring, right behind him waiting for Ataru's possible fall.

Rather than dodge Ataru’s punch, Auphemia was willing to take it head on. Or rather boob on as his punch connected to her left breast. However he’d notice that Auphemia was barely fazed by the punch, doing little more than wincing and leaning back for a second at the impact.

“Not a bad jab Ataru, but not quite enough to give you leverage.” She’d state, bringing her chest around for a heavy breast hook, aiming to knock him down to the ground. If her hit was affective enough in knocking him down, the busty wrestler would pass on the oppurtunity to further dominate him herself. Rather, she’d kick him off the ring to the ringside, making him open for her hench-maids to have a turn with.

Ataru was both embarrassedand shocked after his jab had connected with those massive breasts. Embarrassed because of the incredibly soft, elastic sensation given by those heavenly melons. Shocked because the busty Lady Auphemia was overall unfazed by his punch, which was just bounced back by her breast without making any apparent damage.

Before he could recompose himself, the flustered boy was immediately overpowered by another of Auphemia's signature boob-strikes. Still seeing stars as he was so easily knocked down again, Ataru didn't really need to think much about what to do next... because Auphemia had made decisions for him already!

"Unnghh... what... ooofff! 0///0". Uncerimoniously kicked off and down the ring, the dazed boy shook his head trying to recover. But as he turned around, several shapely female legs were coming to surround him already, gleeful girly smiles and massive breasts sheltering his downed frame as he looked up... and he knew that he was in big, bouncy troubles.

“So then, looks like we get to have some fun with the small fry now huh?” Camil spoke, looking down to Ataru with a grin. “Was wondering if he’d last long enough to even make it off of the ring.”

“How would you like us to handle this, Lady Auphemia?” Sejna, the leader of the maids, asked, standing as the one between Ataru and the ring.

The question brought a smile to Auphemia’s face, as she regarded her trusted maids with full confidence. “Well, we do want to give the audience a show don’t we? When he falls out of the ring, why not give him the fair play of one on one for a bit? It’d be far too dull to watch if he was taken down before he could blink, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, I definitely call dibs on first.” Camil responded, bowing down to Auphemia first. “As long as it’s okay with you.”

“Of course it is, just remember to leave something for the others before your done.”

Ataru was gradually recovering from Auphemia's latest "punch" while the girls kept chatting about who and how was going to handle him... just like if he wasn't even there.

"Umpf... stop acting like I had no say in the matter", Ataru snorted as he wobbled up to his feet, trying to push one of the busty maids aside with the aim of opening a way back to the ring.

Before Ataru could touch Sejna, the closest of the maids, Camil moved forward and grabbed his wrist firmly, pulling it back to hold him in place. “And where do you think your going? We haven’t even gotten started yet?” With that said, the maid released his wrist and moved around him, getting between him and Sejna.

“You want to get back into the ring, you’re gonna have to last long enough until we’re done here. And don’t think for a second we’re some walk in the park either.” The redhead warned as she moved forward, aiming to hit him with a breast hook at the start.

Ataru was easily stopped on tracks and pulled back by his wrist, as the tomboy-ish (yet definitely busty) redhead maid revealed to be way much stronger than she would appear at first sight.

Ataru could tell from her sharp glare that Camil was not a walk in the park, and that impression was confirmed as she came swaying her massive breasts for a breast hook aimed at his face.

Having taken a similar attack from Lady Auphemia moments before, Ataru could se it coming just barely in time to raise his guard and block the strike. Well... to try and block at least, as those massive melons wobbled onto his guarding arm and still partly hit his left cheek nonetheless, forcing the boy to drop one knee down.

"Unghh! Not half bad... Now it's my turn!", Shaking his head clear from the bosomy strike, Ataru tried to spring forward in an attempt at tackleing Camil down with a spear.

Ataru’s attempt couldn’t have been more predictable to Camil, and him even thinking that it would work was nothing more than an insult that she responded to instantly. Swinging her breasts down, she aimed to knock him down from hitting him on the back of his head before moving away to let him fall.

“That all you got? Cause this’ll be too easy if you don’t even have a means of getting me.” Camil stated, moving in on him the instant he’d get up. Swinging left and right, she’d aim to force him on the defense and slowly inch him towards the side of the ring to trap him between it and her.