Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

Even though Hiro initially shook his head to reject Mariko’s “offer,” the action did little other than rub his face against her smooth soles some more. But her feet remained firmly in place, cutting the boy’s air off as he struggled beneath her. It was only a matter of time before being unable to breathe would become a major issue for Hiro, who seemed to pick up on this quickly. And within seconds later, Mariko giggled as she felt him kiss the sole of her foot.

But even though he’d complied, Mariko didn’t immediately move her feet off his face. “Hmmm.. Was that good enough? I’m not quite sure...~” she said in a sarcastically questioning tone, then waited a few moments more to see if Hiro was desperate enough to keep kissing her feet. Regardless, Mariko would then remove her feet from his face before pushing his arms down next to his head, then setting her soles down over his biceps to keep the limbs held down.

“How’d that taste?” she asked teasingly, before again raising her hand up high as if preparing to slap Hiro right across his face again. Mariko swung her arm down fast, only to stop the hand inches away from him, and would then give his cheek a few heavy pats. Light enough that it wouldn’t likely inflict any pain, but firm enough to put on another display of her dominance over him.

The feet of Mariko stayed on his face despite him kissing them, but Hiro wasn't really too surprised at this outcome, having experienced being dominated long before he moved on the wrestling business. He kissed her feet a few more times, and eventually his opponent would give him a breathing space. Gasping and panting as fresh air entered his nose, Hiro could do nothing as Mariko pinned his arms with her feet to keep him trapped under her.

He was just about to say something in response to the woman's question, but seeing her swung arm at his face, the boy flinched instead, unable to do much but to brace himself for another slap. Instead of being hit, however, Hiro felt Mariko's hand patting his cheek instead, which still did its job to embarrass him and turning his face red again. Now she's treating him like some kid. Still better than being slapped, probably.

"Ugh..."

Mariko grinned down at Hiro when he flinched, and had to resist the urge to laugh when he blushed after she pat his cheek. It was easy to see just how embarrassed he was at being so thoroughly dominated, but that only made it all even more fun for Mariko. And speaking of fun, she had an idea for a little game for them to play...

“Alright, Hiro. Heads, or tails?” she asked, then simply waited for his answer. Mariko didn’t specify what either heads or tails meant, or would happen with either one that he picked. It was a total mystery that only Mariko knew the answer to. But nonetheless she would simply sit there on top of him while keeping his arms pinned beneath her feet. If he waited more than a few seconds to answer, she’d swing another slap at his face to encourage him to choose quickly.

At one point the ref started to kneel down to count a pin attempt, but Mariko shook her head at her, telling the girl not to count it yet. There was still quite a bit more fun to be had.

"W-what...?" Hiro was obviously puzzled with the sudden question.

There was no telling what was behind those choices, so he couldn't help but to think carefully about it. It only seemed like a pick between bad and worse, or bad and bad, but before he could give it a further thought, Mariko's hand slapped his face again.

"Yeow! C-cut it out!" he protested, trying to squirm his way out for a bit in response.

Even the ref didn't bother to count the pin even if Mariko probably could have sealed this match right here and right now. It seemed that he simply had to pick one of the choices, and seeing the woman's arm ready to slap him again, he winced while blurting out his answer.

"H-head! Head!"

It was quite easy to see Hiro was reasonably confused by the choice Mariko had given him. But the vixen seemed to pay no attention to that, or the boy’s protests after she slapped him in the face once again. But when he finally answered, Mariko’s grin widened a bit.

“A fine choice~” she said, then moved her feet off of his arms only to grab his wrists in her hands instead. Mariko’s legs moved back to rest against Hiro’s sides, and she then attempted to push the boy’s arms out above his head and hold them down. leaning so her breasts were hovering right over his handsome face.

Without any sort of warning, Mariko would then drop her chest down to try to engulf his face in her cleavage!

Even if Mariko said that it was a fine choice, Hiro couldn't help but to suspect that it's not going to go well on his end. He tried to struggle a bit more when the woman shifted her hold a little, but in the end, Mariko still had him under her on the mat. The sight of his opponent's breasts hovering over his face made Hiro blushed and gulped.

He kinda wondered how those orbs felt actually,even if it might not be the most appropriate thought during a match. After all he's been through in this bout, Hiro did want to spend the rest of this day in a much more relaxing situation. Unfortunately, this match was still far from over from the look of it, and (un)fortunately, Mariko seemed to be able to partly read his mind, because she'd suddenly drop herself to smother the boy's face with those breasts of her! This certainly wasn't what he had in mind when he thought about those lovely mounds!

"Mmmpph!" he whined into the chest of Mariko while starting to squirm some more under the woman.

Mariko giggled at Hiro’s immediate struggling once she’d buried his face between her soft breasts. And as he squirmed, the vixen’s weight continued to hold him down on the mat beneath her. Although, Hiro did manage to periodically roll his shoulders around enough to prevent the ref from feeling a need to count a pin attempt. But even if that wasn’t the case, Mariko likely would’ve stopped the count herself again so she could keep having fun with her victim.

“What’s this? Having trouble breathing again? Maybe you should invest in an inhaler... After I’m through playing with you, of course.” she said with a grin, then attempted to reach her legs out and snake them around Hiro’s. From there, she’d try to stretch them out to the sides to apply a grapevine hold in addition to the breast smother!

Even if Hiro wanted to protest Mariko's teasing, all he could let out was just some incoherent muffled mumblings due to the woman's breasts covering her face. His struggle was getting weaker as well, and he with his opponent now seizing his legs in the grapevine, the boy was pretty much at Mariko's mercy as it was. Not that this was something new as far as the match was concerned. Arguably, he's been at the woman's mercy almost from the start.

"Mmggff...! Lff... ggff..."

Mariko purred as Hiro’s muffled protests vibrated wonderfully against her cleavage. Feeling his struggles weakening beneath her, she stretched his legs out even further with her own, trying to sap as much strength out of his body as she could with the smothering hold.

“Getting tired? I could do this all night if I wanted~” she teased, shaking her chest a bit to rub her breasts around against Hiro’s face, trying to embarrass him some more with her domination over him. But after a while, Mariko decided it would be more fun to change things up once again. And “mercifully,” she’d suddenly untangle her legs from Hiro’s and lift herself up, releasing him from the smother.

Standing beside him, Mariko raised her right foot, then stomped down on Hiro’s stomach. Considering all the punishment she’d put him through, she doubted he’d have the strength to put of much of any immediate resistance anyway. And to try to emphasize to him how helpless he was against her, Mariko would casually cross her arms in front of her while grinding the foot into his stomach.

“How’re you holding up down there?” she asked while smirking down condescendingly at the floored man.

Hiro let out a muffled groan as Mariko stretched his legs further while also shaking her breasts on his face. There's nothing she could do to stop the woman, and it looked like the only option he had was to endure this predicament until his opponent decided that she was done.

Fortunately, Mariko didn't seem too content smothering and stretching him all night long, but by the time the woman got off her, the boy was already panting heavily. Still dazed by the lack of air and the lingering scent of Mariko's breasts, Hiro then received a rough wake up call as the woman stomped on his stomach, causing his body to buck slightly.

"Augh...!" the boy cried and grimaced, unable to curl up to protect his stomach as Mariko grind her foot to keep him downed in this position. "Nnghh..."

Glancing at the woman, Hiro could see the casual pose she made while torturing him. She looked gorgeous, but of course he couldn't admit that out loud, even if his cheeks were blushing. The sight of that dominant expression on her face was almost hypnotizing, somehow preventing him from quitting the match even if he probably could do it now.

"Ughh... n-not too good..."