Arya vs Ataru - Penalty match (complete)

Ataru's eyes widened in shock, face flaring to the cutest bright red as Arya gave him a close look to her naked breast... only to then give him more than a faceful of it too!

"W-Wah waitmghhhh...!!!". The poor dazed boy's attempted protest had been prompltly pacified by Arya's nipple filling his little mouth. This was the last thing that he wanted to happen to him on a ring... but: Arya's playfully maternal domination was slowy getting the best of him.

"M-mfff... *suck...suckle..*" o///o. Head spinning from both lack of oxygen and her mesmerizing perfume, the cute trapped boy had started to become weaker in her embrace, sucking nicely like a good boy as she had him like that, mockingly smothering him into helplessness like if she was breastfeeding a little child.

She carressed him, making sure he had her nipple in his mouth. Slowly, the girl rocked him back and forth, singing a lullabye. "Mhmm....~" She moans in approval, keeping up her maternal movements.

Things are getting even worse for Ataru, and in the most embarrassingly way as Arya is slowly making him succumb to her mockingly maternal cradle.

With her plump breast enveloping his face, nipple pacifying his cute little mouth, Arya's lullaby and gentle rocking are taking the best of Ataru.
"M-Mgghff..... *suck..suckle...blub....* @///@", he would look up at her in deep shame, eyes starting to flutter as she is lulling him into tiredness.

Like that, the poor boy is getting weaker and weaker in Arya's voluptuous embrace, and the fans are loving it!

Arya had him like her own little baby, as he suckled on her teet. "Aww, how cuteeee~" The girl says, rocking him back and forth.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart." She says, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Unable to resist any longer, the boy had felt his legs fail and become like jello. But rather than falling to the mats, he had fallen right into Arya's loving maternal embrace, which she had teasingly used to weaken her little prisoner more and more with her soothingly maternal charms.

With the sweet intoxicating scent smeared on Arya's bosom, the air-restrainting due to her soft enveloping breast, and the maternal entrancement induced by her mocking rocking and singing him to relax, all these factors conjured into making Ataru fall victim of the loveliest, sweetest, and most humbling "wrestling hold".

When Arya leaned down to plant a teasing goodnight kiss to his forehead, poor Ataru would stir meekly, close his eyes into surrender... and hopelessly drift to sleep, his cute lips still suckling reflexively as he had become limp in her arms.
"M-Mmm..mff..... *suckle*..... Zzzz.... @.@"

Arya was still rocking him, the arena silent beyond giggles of laughter. She put a finger to her cute lips, shooshing the crowd. The referee checked on him, and gave a nod to Arya, signalling her winning round 2.


"Good~" She smiles, and stands up, still holding her little baby opponent, and dropped him to the ground, walking around the ring until he woke up.

Held on Arya's comforting lap and rocked back and forth in her arms, Ataru could not think at a more embarrassing way to be defeated. Well, to be more accurate, he could not think at all for now, floating in helpless slumber as she kept lulling him, making sure to keep him nice and asleep.

The crowd just loved Arya as she even added a furtherly maternal taunt in the end, playfully shushing the Arena as in a "don't wake up the baby" gesture, until the ref had confirmed her victory in round 2 via... lullaby KO?.

Finally dropped down to the mats, the poor boy would fall nearby his corner like a limp ragdoll, much to the fans' joy.

"U-Uhhh... w-what happened.... ???"; he would ask with a cute disoriented face when he would finally wake up. He had a distant memory of himself fading away in Arya's arms, nursed like a nany as she sang him a lullaby, but he hoped that it was just an embarrassing dream. The amused laughters from the crowd let him guess that it was not, though. With the boy still in that cutely embarrassed state, the ref-girl declared, with a big grin on her lips, that Arya could proceed with her 1 minute penalty holds whenever she liked.
"Oh...n-no... *blussshhh*"

Arya was standing front of him, arms on her hips.
"You ready for punishment, sweetheart?" She asks, sporting a wicked grin.

Ataru would look up at the sexy cosplayers as she proudly stood over him in a sensually dominant pose. Of course, he could not deny her penalty time, under pain of disqualification... but in his weakened conditions he would not be able to resist her in any case at the moment.

"U-Uuhhh.... g-guess I have no choice r-right...?", he would blush, nodding in reluctant obedience.

She turned around, and pulled a light wedgie. "Start kissing, apologize!" She orders