Toshiro Vs Demon Queen Yiaruu - Complete

Toshiro's charged punch was quite impressive, with electrick discharges crackling around from the point of impact on Yiaruu's taut belly.

Except for, the demon queen didn't even flinch or show any sign of damage.
"Gasp... what the-uunghhh!".

Before he could try to react, she came from behind swinging her massive funbags at him like a scandalous parody of giant boxing gloves, stunning him in such humiliating way as the poor boy was flung down to the ground.

Groaning faintly, the little shinigami boy turned around groggily, trying to stand up but his spinning head suggested him he'd need a few more seconds to recover, proved as the red-faced Toshiro fell back onto his butt.

“Knocked down so easily? I expected more from a shinigami.” Yiaruu would comment, seeing his groggy movements before he fell back down. To her, the move was little more than a demonstration, as she was more than capable of putting actual strength into such a move she picked up.

But seeing Toshiro’s downed position, she knew following it up would take too much time to wait for him to get up. So instead, she’d once again teleport, this time appearing above him in the midst of a hip drop, the busty Demon Queen landing right on his face with her lovely derrière.

Toshiro was about to stand up when Yiaruu "moon eclipse" shadowed him.

"W-Wha..?? Oh noo-mmffhhhh...! o///o".
The young boy lost his usual coolness at seeeing those curvy hips come down to claim his face out of nothing, but he couldn't move away quickly enough.

Smooshed underneath her wide soft ass, Toshiro writhed and pawed at her hips in a quite pityful, utterly humiliated attempt at reacting.

Having landed on Toshiro, the busty Demon Queen would smile in satisfaction as he struggled underneath her, finding satisfaction in his resistance when it came up to nothing. It was something she experienced before her reincarnation, yet something had felt... different this time around.

Wanting to experiment as to why this was the case, Yiaruu would begin to move her hips from side to side, tauntingly rubbing Toshiro’s face in the same pattern while she remained perfectly on top of him. Having him already in a struggle was entertaining, but the taunts felt even better. And she was slowly putting together why from his reactions.

Like if the situation wasn't humiliating enough, soon Toshiro could feel the Demon Queen wiggle her hips side to side, his head helplessly swayed along with her seductive movements.

"Mnn-mmfffhhh...!". His breathless groan vibrated more urgent underneath her soft buttcheeks, letting her know that the little shinigami was hating it.
And while he was provocated into more urgent struggles, that would only lead him to tire himself faster.

At the same time, the sensuous suffocation was starting to affect his crotch with the unwanted growth of a nice bulge in his pants.
"Mmmffhh....! @///@"

“Hmmm, what’s this?” Yiaruu would comment, looking back to see the noticeable bulge in Toshiro’s pants as she smothered him effortlessly. Reaching back, she’d place a delicate hand onto his arousal, a knowing smile fitting her face as she put together the results quickly.

“Oh my, you’re finding this arousing.” She’d say, giggling to herself as her hand began to rub back and forth it’s covered length. “A young shinigami is being effortlessly toyed with, and despite the position of fighting a demon, the reincarnated Demon King no less, and he’s finding it stimulating. So this is what the Witch meant, I can understand it already.”

Yiaruu was learning fast... and what was worse for Toshiro, she was thoroughly enjoying those new ways of dominating a human (or in this case, shingami) male.

Suffocated by her plump rear, the poor boy titched at the delicate strokes along his young shaft, which naturaly reacted by swelling larger and harder, much to his ashamed discomfort.

"Mnn-mmffhhh..! @///@", He kept writhing around but starting to go light headed from lack of oxygen. In contrast to his boyhood growing more energetic, the busty demoness could feel Toshiro's struggles slow down to a lazy, sleepy squirming.

Having started getting the enjoyment of the potential new methods of humiliating her opponents, Yiaruu was going to be certain on using every new method available to her with the new natural assets her body had. But for now, she started small with her soft derrière rubbing his face side to side while her delicate hand rubbed his arousal.

Eventually she’d feel his struggles become weak, the twisting turning to squirming as his strength left his body. Eventually she would stop her hand’s rubbing, remaining sitting on his face to taunt him a bit longer before standing up off of him, the Demon Queen using her magic to hover away a bit to give the shinigami the chance to recover. If anyth8ng she wanted him conscious when she started to truly play with him.

Struggle as he wanted, Toshiro was experiencing the utter humiliation of feeling his consciousness gradually slip away, rocked to aroused sleep by her swaying hips and caressing fingers, when she surprisingly decided to let him go.
Whether it was a good or a bad thing thing for the yoing shinigami, it was yet to be seen.

"Uuffh... Uff uff... W-what crazy embarrassing kind of fighting technique was that..?!?" 0///0
He snapped at her in juvenile, angered fluster, hardly believing that he had been almost smothered out in such shameful way.

Still dizzy but too angry to let that insult go unpunished, the young boy resorted for an aerial attack this time, using his shunpo to apparently disappear and re-appear above Yiaruu, as he tried to hit with a double hammer fist.
"D-damn you... eat this!".

“That was just a technique I borrowed. I’ve taken a few as a matter of fact from my resurrectors.” Yiaruu informed, smirking as she saw his flustered rage. “I’ll be sure you discover more of them. I’m starting to see the enjoyment in them.” As the Demon Queen discovered more of her desire to humiliate the boy, she showed no reaction but follow his movements to when he appeared over her.

She would move to the side, easily avoiding his attack before moving in for her own attack. Aiming to once again slap his face hard with her bosom, the demoness would then teleport behind him to preform a combo of the breast slapping, preforming a booby-uppercut to finish it before teleporting behind him again, slamming her breasts down on his face to knock him to the ground.