Yuto vs Lady Auphemia - Gauntlet(?) Match

"W-wa..." Before Yuto could say much, Auphemia began to swing her chest from side to side, smacking his face some more with her voluptuous breasts! "Nngh...! Ghh...!" the poor boy was defenseless and couldn't do anything but to take each hit, his head being knocked from side to side. By the time Auphemia was done with the barrage, Yuto would pretty much be in a groggy state from all the beating!

Auphemia was sure to keep her swinging breasts going for awhile, enjoying her time knocking his cute face around with such a taunting and humiliating move. Afterwards though she’d sit up, looking down at him with a smile as she noted his dazed state so early in the match.

“Not starting to hot, are we Yuto?” She would ask, teasing him before she’d start to lightly grind against his crotch, wanting to embarrass him more while she remained on top of him. “Of course though, that should be expected, given your little track record so far?”

Panting under Auphemia as he tried to recover from the tit smacking, Yuto then felt his crotch being grind slightly against the woman's butt. That drew a soft moan from him, his expression starting to turn flustered again as he realized what's happening. Why all these woman here just kept making fun on him?

"E-expected... d-don't look down on me... ughh..." he groaned, still feeling a little dizzy. "I-I was just... ugh... unfortunate last time...!" the boy said before he'd try bucking himself off to get Auphemia off him.

“That’s the word you’d use? Well if you insist then.” Auphemia would say, smirking at his failed attempts to buck her off and free himself from her gentle grinding. It was always entertaining to see her opponents embarrassed, and anyone that knew her was aware that this match was going to be a fun one for her.

“If that match was just unfortunate, let’s see how you’d explain this one.” Using one of his motions against him, Auphemia would quickly pull his shoulders up and shove his face in her bosom, preforming amounted breastsmother as she continued to grind her rear against his crotch.

"Hmmphh...?!" Yuto yelped into Auphemia's bosom as he now found his face being pressed against those lovely pair of her opponent. "Mmmpphh... mmmhhfff...!" the boy struggled under her initially, trying to push her away from him, but his effort gradually getting more and more distracted by her grinding. "Nnngghh..."

There's just no way he could ignore the growing sensation between his legs after all. He'd still try to push Auphemia or maybe roll them to their sides, but in his current state it probably wouldn't take too much from his opponent to bring him under control.

“Oh I’m sorry, trying to go somewhere?” She’d teasingly ask as she felt his struggle, pressing her hips down to prevent him from getting any ground and swinging her shoulders once to preform a breast slap on his smothered face, refusing to free him from her confines as she contained him.

“It’s going to take more than that if you want to break free, but of course you should have no problem summoning that strength. Being a tough boy and all?” She’d add on, giggling to herself as she kept his face between her heavenly pair of breasts. And she’d keep him there for what would feel like minutes before releasing his head, allowing him to lay down and get some much needed air just before he passed out.

Yuto let out a muffled growl from the breast smacking, his struggle under Auphemia weakening as she kept him trapped and smothered. "Mmmmhhfff...!" He couldn't deny that those pair of large tits actually felt nice on his head despite his attempt to focus on breaking free from the woman. The scent also further distracting him from fighting back, and in the end he remained trapped under Auphemia, squirming cutely while struggling for air until she decided to give him some breathing space.

"H-haaaa... uugghh..." the boy immediately gasped and panted for air, his face red from the lack of breathing and embarrassment altogether. This match starting to turn all too similar with his previous one...

“Don’t worry Yuto, the fun is just getting started.” Auphemia promised as she began to get up, giving the boy the idea that she might let him get up and recover a little bit more after the smother he had endured. However he’d be wrong as she would wrap her arms around him as she was getting up, bringing him up to a bearhug with her hold on his waist.

“Let’s see how well you do with this move, shall we?” She asked rhetorically, tightening her hold instantly. While the initial feeling would be of pain, Yuto would soon be able to feel her enormous bosom pressing against his waist, surrounding his groin and adding a heavenly breast press to his cock as she squeezed his back.

"Yeah... ugh..." Yuto tried to reply somewhat sarcastically, knowing fully well the meaning of "fun" Auphemia mentioned. Just as he's getting up, however, the woman was already on the move again as she'd then seize him in a bearhug! "G-gaah...!"

His relatively thin frame being squeezed by Auphemia immediately brought some discomfort, but as the pain subsided slightly he began to feel something else... His groin arena now enveloped by the large bosom of his opponent, which also made his cock pressed against Auphemia's tits through his pants. This was certainly something he never experienced before when it came to bearhug!

"W-waah... nnghh... l-let g-go of m-me..." as a result he turned flustered rather than being defiant, barely struggling as even the slightest movement made his shaft rubbed against those luscious breasts! Slowly his manhood starting to come alive despite his predicament...

“Aww, what’s the matter Yuto?” Auphemia would ask teasingly, occasionally tighten8ng her hold more to push his cock further in her chest before loosening. “Don’t you like being held like this? After all...” She’d trail off slowly, smirking as she looked down to his covered waist. “A part of you is surely enjoying this.”

After her teasing, the busty wrestler would continue to periodically squeeze him closer, mixing in pain and pleasure to further offset the poor boy. If it wasn’t clear by now to him, it was to everyone that the woman was set on embarrassing him and making sure this was going to be a match to remember. But before he’d think it would continue like this forever, Auphemia would bring down with a brutal powerbomb from the bearhug.