Irene Inger vs Haru Fujiwara: Humiliation Match

The counterattack proved effective, landing Haru on his backside in front of Irene. She planned to embarrass him every chance she got. After all, humiliation was the end goal of this match, so it wouldn't be over until Irene gave him a figurative and possibly literal spanking!

Then Haru launched a counterattack of his own, slipping his free leg around one of Irene's ankles and pulling back. His legs were strong, and Irene failed to stay on her feet, falling forward and hitting the ground in a kneeling position in front of the blue haired boy. Haru had a brief moment to press the attack while Irene was stunned, but if he didn't seize it quickly enough, Irene would move in instead. Shoving herself forward and grabbing for Haru's legs, the scientific sexpot would try to fold his legs over the rest of his body and then sit on them, trapping him in a rather sexy variation of the matchbook pin. Pinning Haru would not win this match, but Irene could still tease him and strike some saucy poses on top of him while the fool struggled to push her off.

Haru's leg struggled with Irene's ankles for a moment before she finally came tumbling down before him to her knees. His lips curved upward into a smirk, there wasn't much time to get back to his feet and while it was probably his worst area, he had been trying to improve on his ground game.

With a grunt, Haru tried to reach out and grip the back of Irene's head to pull her down as he raised his legs, trying to trap her in a headscissors that would double as a smother pin. However much to his surprise, his legs were exactly what she had been aiming for. Haru's face was awash with bitter confusion as she bent him in half, sitting herself on top like some illicit queen. He began to wiggle, seeing what parts of him he could still maneuver to escape or better yet, counter, even if ground combat was his weakest area.

“Behold, everybody: Haru Fujiwara in his natural habitat!” Irene called out to the cheering audience, milking her dominant position for all the crowd amusement it could provide. Staring down at her folded up foe, Irene decided to tease him further by rocking her hips back and forth a bit, her whole body shifting rhythmically as she rode the captured boy like a bull.

Then she got a more devious idea...something that she had first done in a playful spar against her then-love interest, Domino. First, Irene prepared herself by bringing her arms down to capture Haru's. While one hand pressed down on his arms to keep them pinned at the wrist above his head, Irene raised the other arm up. Bringing her hand to her face, the saucy scientist stuck an index finger into her mouth and bobbed it in and out to coat it with saliva. Once it was nice and slick, the girl raised it up to show the glistening digit to her crowd, before lowering it down slowly and sticking it right into Haru's left ear! The blue-haired boy was pretty strong and could probably buck her off eventually, or free his arms for counterattack, so Irene wanted to really mess with him while she had him in her clutches.

While he was wiggling to see what parts of him could escape, Irene was working the crowd, making a joke that undoubtedly won over more than a few people in the crowd. That coupled with the way she rocked her hips about was starting to tick him off, making him even more determined for payback. If looks could kill, Haru would have her dead on the spot.

When Irene shifted her position to try holding both of his arms down with only one of hers, Haru was confident he could break his arms free then to counter. But if he did, it wasn't going to get him anywhere while he was folded up like this. But while he bided his time, Irene was planning something dastardly. He was not expecting however to have a slimy wet finger inserted into his ear, and it ruined his concentration. "What the hell!?" Haru shouted angrily, breaking his arms free in a fit of strength and desperately trying to dig her saliva from out of his ear. The muscles in his thighs bulged as he summoned his strength to try to unfurl himself by force, maybe even fling Irene away if he was lucky and her balance was off.

Luckily for Haru, Irene was having enough fun for her strategic mind to have flown the coop for awhile. She wasn't concentrating, and her eyes shot open as Haru's display of strength, no doubt fueled by rage, slowly flipped her over so that she would be on her back while Haru was free to sit up.

That wasn't all there was to it, however, as the movements of Haru's legs had a nice side effect for him. Because Irene's legs had been stretched out over the undersides of Haru's knees, being forced onto her back also pinned her legs underneath his, limiting the movements of her lower body. Irene gave a startled grumble as she realized this, and tried to wriggle her legs out from under his, but she was vulnerable in her current position, open for a little counterattack if Haru noticed her predicament. Hope he wasn't too mad over that wet willie!

Despite his lack of knowledge on ground maneuvers, it seemed fortune was beginning to turn in Haru's favor as the way he forced himself to sit up also turned out to be a way to force Irene down. Seeing the opportunity to wrest control of the match away, Haru redoubled his efforts to pin Irene down in the same way she had done to him; the matchbook pin.

Oh how the boxer in him wanted to throw a few punches, it was about the only ground strategy he was familiar with, but he knew the rules of the match. He'd have to be patient, there were special tactics you had to use to win! Irene already demonstrated she knew what she was doing, so now it was Haru's chance to return the favor, but on his terms.

With the heavy lights ever above them, a nice sheen of sweat made Haru's exposed skin glisten. To that effect, he dragged his hand over his arms and chest, collecting as much of it in his palm as he could. Holding his palm over Irene's face, he aimed to drip that sweat towards her mouth. Not quite the same effect as a wet willie, but it was more Haru's style.

Irene's eyes would go wide as Haru grabbed her legs and folded them over her to sit down on top of her, using the same pin that she had just employed. Embarrassed already with the crowd cheering Haru's use of her own tactics against her, Irene turned her nose up in disgust while Haru wiped sweat off his body, then moved the hand over her! Irene wiggled beneath her muscular foe as she growled angrily, but unlike Haru, her legs were too weak to throw him off! There was nowhere to go as he tipped his hand to the side to let the salty fluids fall toward her.

“Oh, eww!” Irene groaned as she turned her face to the side, just enough to let the sweat from Haru's body hit her cheek instead of her mouth. It was still gross, and Irene was getting antsy for an escape. Shaking from side to side a bit to work up some momentum, Irene would try to roll to her right in order to force Haru off of her. It was a long shot with her folded up like she was, though, and if he stopped her from escaping, he would have a lot more time to have his way with her before she worked out some other means of escape.

Haru laughed when Irene was vocally displeased about her current predicament, now he knew one way he might continue to work on humiliating her. She began to wiggle side to side beneath him trying to escape, causing Haru to halt what he was doing to grab onto her legs. She wasn't going to escape from him that easily, not while he still had payback to deliver.

"Awww you've already had enough of me? We're just getting started here, babydoll" Haru taunted, squeezing the grip he had on her thighs till it was painful for her. He adjusted himself slightly so that he could lean over. He again took his right hand and stuck it under his left armpit to collect both sweat and musk, and then winked at her as he moved to place that hand over her nose and mouth. His finger danced across her lips, tracing their outline before trying to work their way in so that so not only had to smell him, but taste him too.

“Ergh...no!” Irene whined as Haru managed to keep himself planted on top of her, grasping her legs for extra stability and digging his fingers in hard enough to leave red marks on them. Her panic would only get worse as he moved his hand back up to soak it in the juices of his armpit. Having learned his lesson from last time, he moved his hand down to rub the stuff on her instead of letting it drop down, meaning she couldn't do anything except close her mouth tightly as he used a finger to tickle her lips.

“Mmmnnn!” Irene gave a muffled scream without opening her mouth, knowing he might try to stick the gross thing inside if he could. Unfortunately, Haru wouldn't be deterred, starting to press his finger into the center of her mouth and wiggle it around until it he had slipped it inside of her! As the cruel boy rubbed his finger around inside her mouth, Irene's eyes rolled back into her head as she blushed, both from embarrassment and disgust. The salty, bitter taste of Haru's sweat, along with a hint of whatever foul chemical he used for deodorant, was almost too much to bear. Fortunately, Irene suddenly realized that she didn't have to bear it any longer, because in the process of making sure Irene would get a good taste of him, he seemed to have forgotten that Irene had teeth.

Without any warning, Irene chomped down on Haru's finger, really wanting to see his digit wreathed with teeth marks when he succeeded in wresting it from her mouth. Then, using this distraction as her opportunity, Irene gave a quick, decisive thrust to her left, hoping once again to throw him off and free herself.

Haru seemed to enjoy every second of Irene's suffering, from the muffled scream to the way her eyes rolled back in disgust from the taste of his sweat. He continued to swirl his finger around her mouth, jabbing at her cheeks roughly, until he was attacked by a shark in the form of a woman.

"FUCKING BITCH!" Haru screamed in pain when she chomped down on his finger like she'd never eaten before, ripping his finger out of her mouth as soon as humanly possible. The thrust Irene made was unnecessary to free herself, as Haru quickly shoved off of her and clutched his poor mutilated finger.

He stomped around the ring shaking his finger and waiting for the throbbing pain to subside. If Irene thought she had seen a mad Haru, she was dead wrong. The bull had just been poked with a hot iron, and once his attention refocused, there would be no escape for her.