Yuto vs Lady Auphemia - Gauntlet(?) Match

Gauntlet(?) Match
Winning Condition: Verbal Submission
Hentai Allowed

Yuto's entrance to the league was anything but spectacular to say the least. He had to admit that it's was an unforgettable moment and all in its own way, but it'd be hard to paint himself a better image in this place unless he could do something special in this next match. The stipulations didn't seem to be much different from his previous fight, but the gauntlet part was quite intimidating considering what a single opponent managed to do to him. Maybe this time he'd face a fairly weaker opponent?

He entered the arena without putting much of a show, just a bit of hand wave to the crowds whose cheers sounded rather mocking more than anything. It's probably expected after the result he had, even though it's been quite a while back. He tried not to be too bothered by the crowds and slipped himself into the ring before settling in one of the corners. This match wouldn't end like the previous one, or so he told himself.

Yuto:

Once Yuto’s entrance had been done, it was time for Auphemia to take the stage, the mistress appearing up and ready as she was ready for her next match. In contrast to Yuto, Auphemia took her time to head for the ring, pleasantly giving the audience attention with a smile as she did. At the same time, she was followed closely by her maids, remaining by the ringside as their mistress entered the ring.

When she was in, Auphemia would turn her attention to Yuto, measuring him before speaking up. “Well, I have to give the league here what it’s due. The show runners are so kind to have me go up against another boy such as yourself.”

Auphemia:

Camil, Loretta, Sejna, Alcia, Lusy:

The arrival of his opponent made Yuto gulped. She was a real beauty with a blessed figure, one that made everyone in the arena, him included, captivated by the sight. Then he noticed the maids as well and saw that each of them also looked splendid. Just thinking that he's going to fight these women somehow made Yuto's resolve starting to falter a bit...

He shook his head, trying not to stare on Auphemia and her maids more than he should have, only to then startled by the greeting from the lady. "U-uh... I agree that they're kind... I mean..." he blushed as he realized that he had lost some composure just from looking at his opponents, and desperately tried to keep his cool or whatever remained from it. "Ahem... a-anyways... Let's have... uh... a good f-fight..." Yuto said with a sheepish smile.

Seeing her opponent already showing signs of flustering, Auphemia already had an idea of how well this match was going to go. But of course, it wouldn’t be fair if she had just gone with that attitude right off the back, so she’d be sure to keep up the fight attitude while also getting a few personal jabs in.

“I do hope we do have a good fight Yuto.” She’d say, getting into her stance, winking to him while she did. “Let me know if you enjoy this match as much as the one you had with Resa by the end of this, will you?”

"Ulp..." Yuto froze momentarily the moment he heard Auphemia mentioning his mistress name. Memories from the match and what happened afterwards flew into his head and filled him with some shame... as well as a sense of excitement. "W-what... y-you watched that...? Uugh... I'm... I'm not planning to lose again just so you know..." the boy replied in a mixture of being flustered and defiant at the same time, blushing again.

That did sparkle something inside him, the urge to prove the woman that he's no pushover or whatever it was she thought of him. Almost as soon as the bell rang, Yuto dashed towards Auphemia, attempting to tackle the woman down to the mat right away!

Auphemia predicted how the boy was going to react almost perfectly, expecting the mentioning of his previous opponent to get into his head right away and seemingly go as far as to give him pause for a second. It’s clear that the domination that he suffered by her was still present in his mind, and it would serve well to give them ideas to further the match.

But for now, she had to focus on getting him nice and ready forhis sudden advance as the bell rung. It was a bit of a gamble, but she wanted to see just how Yuto would react to an opponent with her kind of style. So instead of attempting a dodge, Auphemia would ready herself and swing her chest forward, attempting to hit him with a breast right hook to stun him before he could tackle her.

The moment he's getting close to Auphemia, Yuto felt like the woman had no time or space to defend herself. He might not be the quickest fighter around but there wasn't much distance between them to start with, or so it looked to him. All of a sudden, however, he saw Auphemia swinging her chest, knocking him off to the ground with a heavy smack from her boobs!

"Ugh...!" the boy went onto all four, slightly dazed, but also visibly shocked. Did he just experienced what he thought it was? Being floored with a tit smack? The thought made his blushes became more apparent as his embarrassment now piling up. He tried to get up as soon as possible, wanting to have another lunge at her right away despite not being well-balanced at the moment!

“First time getting hit by a tit smack? Or first time getting knocked down by a regular one?” Auphemia would ask, noticing his embarrassment as he would slowly get up. It was an expression she was rather used to, as many people never expect an opponent’s first attack to be a swift hit by their breasts. But that was what made her style so effective, evident by now.

Of course in fair spirit she’d let him get up again in an attempt to tackle her once more, and once again she’d move forward to hit him with another tit smack, this time aiming to try and hit him with a two-smack combo before he’d be knocked over this time. It’d be a matter if he had good reaction time or not, but she expected less as he was currently flustered.

"Oof...! Augh...!" Yuto was hit by another smack from Auphemia's generous tits, and another which sent him back to the canvas, on his back this time. "G-gaah... w-what the..."

He look even dizzier and more flustered as he felt his world spinning around a bit. Never he imagined that a woman's breasts could hit this hard! "S-shit... uh..." he tried to get up, but his body wasn't really cooperating at the moment. His movement sluggish due to the shock and what not, his head already in a bit of a mess rather literally after the first few blows he received.

“Ouch, tit of a rough start, huh?” Auphemia would say as she saw him fall back, stunned after the first three blows of the match. With his back on the canvas, it was clear how outclassed he was already, and it wouldn’t get much better as he’d be given little rest for the duration of the match.

And of course with her opponent already in such a vulnerable position, Auphemia would capitalize on it. Moving down, she would mount his waist and position her chest over his head. While this normally would be the signal for a breast smother, Auphemia rather went to begin a barrage of breast smacks, aiming to knock his face side to side while she stayed over him.