Tension in Ueno: Submission Match- Izanami vs Shinji Okazaki

If Shinji was hurting, then he was doing a good job of masking it. He didn't favor his arm too, too much after standing up, so she made another mental note to work him harder. When Shinji came forward, he swung at her with his injured arm, which surprised her somewhat. He was able to eschew her strategy enough to unsettle her, though his sweep was not 100% successful.

Izanami caught herself with an outstretched arm before she fell completely, and bounced herself back to her feet. She was in retreat this time as she fought to regain her balance, giving Shinji a new rare opportunity to go completely on the offensive.

Shinji kept moving forward. His low sweep was not a complete success but it still encouraged him. The crossdresser, who had never known the exquisite pleasure of victory but desired it almost more than anything. He did not quite know how to pull himself back together after an attack but moved forward, quickly gaining his stride after two steps. Shinji's enthusiasm was written plainly across his face.

The problem was, Shinji honestly had no idea what he was going to do next. He threw himself forward in a clumsy spear, hoping to drive Izanami down to the mat. From there, he would have no idea what to do either, but she would be on the ground which the crossdresser assumed to be good.

Shinji's shoulder bit into Izanami's torso as he tackled the redhead down to the mat with a spear. She had seen the surprise and the enthusiasm both in his eyes, and he pushed his advantage into a takedown. Well if he thought she'd just lay there prone for him, he'd be sorely disappointed.

Her legs swung up and latched onto Shinji's hips to put him into a bodyscissors, squeezing him nice and tight as she locked her ankles together. Her arms worked at grabbing hold of his head, trying to pull him down to her side and beneath her arm as she went for a tight headlock.

Shinji had gotten carried away. The boy was always emotional and prone to letting his feelings get the better of him. The intense euphoria he had gotten when he took his opponent down rendered the boy useless when it was time to fully capitalize on the success overwhelmed what little wrestling acumen he had, and he was not at all prepared for the follow up in the slightest. Success dazed him, just as it befuddled the audience; Shinji was not supposed to be capable of that and everyone watching on knew that just as well as he did.

Even if he had been prepared for it, he had no real way of stopping him. Izanami's legs clamped around him in a vice grip and he cried out in pain as they did so. To exacerbate things, she seized his head before he could react and tightly pulled him into a headlock. The crossdresser pushed and pushed against his beautiful opponent to try and earn a bid for freedom.

Mitsuru squeezed Shinji's head into her leather-bound torso mercilessly, reddening his face with pressure and friction. He pushed and pushed but he was not getting freed anytime soon. With the boy under her control, she threw her left side up so they would roll, ending with her on top of him.

Her head flicked upwards to eye the crowd, giving them a playful wink as she freed Shiniji's head from the headlock. Instead she just dropped her chest atop him, smothering his face against her breasts. She reached down and ran her fingers through his soft hair, ruffling and messing it up as she cut off his air supply.

Shinji loved hentai matches, loathe as he was to admit it. His voyeur side loved cumming in front of a live audience, and in the hands of a strong and dominant woman he was sheer putty. When the headlock was released he made a move to get up, only to discover that those two strong legs of his opponent were still tightly clamped around him. Then his love of hentai was put to the test as the woman enveloped him in her magnificent breasts.

He squirmed and gasped and tried to pretend he didn't love it. The woman was not even holding him in place with her hands as she knew the boy lacked the strength to wriggle free. Izanami's fun bags trapped him and now the boy was losing even more oxygen than he was losing before. He struggled in vain to break free.

Shinji's struggles were spastic but ultimately fruitless as he writhed beneath her. He could squirm and grip and tug and push, but he was caught in her trap. She'd smother him till either he exhausted himself or came close to passing out, at which point she'd be free to press onwards. This was a submission match after all, and a KO did nothing for her.

With Shinji on the precipice of consciousness, she released him from the scissors and rolled the boy to his chest. Sitting slightly to his side, she hooks her leg across his neck. She grabs his hands and pulls them behind his head, having one pass over her leg and one under. As she pulls backward with her arms and pushes forward with her leg, she traps Shinji in the painful Koji clutch!

The blackness of unconsciousness called to him. Under breasts as delightful as Izanami's, the boy was fairly content. Of all the ways to go unconscious this was undoubtedly the most pleasant. His struggles did nothing just as anyone with eyes could have predicted, which meant that the ball was entirely in Izanami's court. When he was released, he was just happy to breathe.

Then the world shifted. Izanami deftly applied her move, and Shinji was trapped once again. That entire side of his body lit up with pain. His head hurt, his arm hurt, his shoulder hurt. The crossdresser could even name this move, let alone defend against it. He flailed for a bit, desperately.

Again poor Shinji would flail miserably to the amusement of the crowd. He was horribly trapped in this tangle of limbs and reliant upon the mercy of his fiery red-headed captor, whom seemed to be unfaltering in the slightest. She flipped her hair back out of her face with a swing of her head and continued to pull, pull, pull!

"Still hanging in there, sweet boy?" Mitsuru called down to her captive. Despite her honeyed words, her grip was vicious and remorseless, she showed no signs of letting up.

Shinji was in fact still hanging in there. For all of his faults, the boy could sure take a lot of abuse. In the grand scheme of things, he wasn't sure what that little tidbit said about him, but he understood little about the grand scheme of things. What he had little trouble understanding at the moment was exactly how much pain he was in. He imagined anyone in his situation would understand the suffering that was going on.

And boy did the boy suffer. His experience was small, but in the few matches he had been in he had never faced anything like this. He squirmed as much as he could in the tight hold and was honestly pretty close to tapping out. "Let me gooooo!" He yelled. "Please!"