Patrice Vs Ataru - Bedroom cosplay match

Well if anything, he was good at making a sexy girl like Patrice laugh, Ataru thought to himself blushing deeply: it could have been good news probably, if this was a date. But, being being in the middle of a wrestling match having your opponent laugh at you? There was no way it could be a good thing.

Having chosen Patrice's attire for this 3rd round meant that nurses and female doctors were a bit of an enticing fantasy for Ataru, which made the actress's flirty movement extra effective as she could tell from the boy's ever more reddish face.

"O-Ok then, if we got to find out who's stronger, what better way than a test of strenght?",
Ataru declared with a bit of a stuttering voice, moving forth with his hands raised over head willing to entwine fingers with Patrice in the middle of the ring, not suspecting that the mischievous actress had a sleepy trick in store for her cute naive patient.

Patrice was curious to see if Ataru would accept her invitation, or more honestly, curious to see how long it would take him to accept it. Surely there was going to be no way of him turning it down, especially as he was the patient who was obviously supposed to obey the doctor's orders... And sure enough, he promptly did.

Not without obvious hesitation in his voice though. What did it mean? Was he sceptical of his chances of success? Had he mentally already lost the contest?

Patrice made sure that her kneeling position in the middle of the bed was as sturdy as possible, as Ataru slowly made his way in front of her, entwining his fingers with her own. But if the boy had been slow, the blonde wasted no time with beginning to apply pressure instead.

"So, Ataru, how does it feel?" the French doctor queried as she tried to apply enough pressure to control Ataru, but not enough to totally overpower him. Waiting for his reply, the girl was also curious to find out if her "sedative" would indeed be having an effect on the boy, and if so, how would it affect his abilities in the test of strength.

With the flustered Ataru facing Patrice in a similar kneeling pose on the bed, their test-of-strenght lockup was started and the Japanese body was sweating from the start as Patrice was definitely trying to get the upper stance.
Ataru huffed in exertion doing his best to hold his ground: hands entwined over their heads, the contenders were pushing against each others close enough to feel the radianting warmth of their bodies. To smell their scent, even.

Uhh, the scent. Of better said perfume, as Ataru realized inhaling a whiff of a somewhat exotic floreal fragrance from the curvy actress's body.
In absence of closer physical contact, that was not a full dose of Valentine's lovely sedative, but still enought to make Ataru's head swoon in a slight pleasant daze.

"Uh...unfhh... what's this sweet... mmn... p-perfume..? Fuuh... @///@",
The cute boy mumbled, his softening muscles visibly losing ground as Patrice was now easily pushing the flushed diusoriented boy.

Patrice was pushing Ataru backward with decent, but not full force, wanting to find out how the boy would fare against her. And his strength seemed to begin gradually weakening quite rapidly, causing the blonde to wonder briefly about the reason behind it before he actually voiced it out.

So apparently yes, the parfume was working. Wow...

Obviously, she could not let Ataru know that though. "Perfume? What perfume? I can't smell any perfume..." the actress wondered as convincingly as a skilled actress could, while incresing her efforts with the strength contest at the same time. Hoping to get Ataru to fall backwards onto his back, the seductive doctor wanted to come lying on top of her patient, pin his wrists to the mattress above his head and squeeze her thighs around his sides.

"Oh, it looks like the patient is very weak... I think you really need some more strength..." the girl teased his opponent, wanting to take full advantage of his weakened state.

Slowly but surely, Ataru was pushed down by his beautiful opponent, with Patrice wonderfully (and happily) getting into her role as a treacherously seductive caretaker, pressing her advantage until the cute flustered boy was pinned to the fluffy bed, hands effectively restrainted over his head into her manicured grasp, his squirming body easily held in line by the squeeze of her hefty thighs.

Gasping in the futile effort to list her off, Ataru couldn't help but breath in another sweet dose of her lovely parfume, furtherly swooning which made him ever more shocked and humiliated by his surprising, pathetic weakness.

Ataru still tried to flex his now softened muscles, quite the pityfully adorable sight to behold for Patrice as her hefty breasts bounced gently just over his face.
"Fuuu... but... the sweet fragrance... why do I feel this hmm.... w-weak.. @///@".
Another sweetly scented breath, another wave of pleasant numbness. Ataru could swear that her mesmerizing cleavage was the main source of the strange parfume... a thought that had his mind swoon for more than one reason.

Patrice was granted constantly increasing amount of control over Ataru, and there appeared to be no doubt over who was the stronger one - Dr. Valentine or her patient. In fact, the devious doctor immersed into controlling the boy even more, squeezing her thighs even more firmly around his sides, pinning his pathetic wrists into the mattress even more tightly as she listened to the patient's incoherent remarks over some perfume...-

And then it hit her. This was, in fact, a dire situation! The patient was being suddenly so inexplicably weak, that if the ref girl would pay attention to his words over a sweet fragrance, Patrice's little foul play could have been exposed! She had to do something, and fast!

Quickly releasing her holds, Patrice stood immediately back up on the bed, and began pulling Ataru up by his wrists too. She had to execute some flashy moves now, that could then explain the boy's weakness later! "OK Ataru, let's start the treatment!" the girl cheerfully giggled as she positioned her patient right in front of her. Wrapping her arms around his midsection, Trice then wanted to send the boy flying backwards with a belly-to-back suplex! And to add insult to injury - or rather strength to the medicine - her aim was to ensure that while her own body would come down still on top of the bed, Ataru would instead be crashing down all the way down from the bed onto the mat!

Tamed by the slightly soporific vapours that Patrice had so knowingly mixed in her French parfume fragrance, Ataru was picked up into her frontal embrace without much resistance from his part, held intimately close to her hefty bosom like in an affectionate snuggle, while as he mumbled faintly trying to shake the pleasant numbness off his head.

Although, Patrice had no cuddly intentions as she immediately confirmed by flipping Ataru overhead and backwards with a neatly exectued belly to belly suplex.

"W-woaaah-unnghhh!!! @_@".
The room went upside down for the poor boy as his pretty fly ended into a disastrous crash-landing down the bed, leaving him stunned and thus providing a a solid justification to his pityful dizziness.

Patrice craned backwards as she witnessed Ataru's crash landing, and a satisfied smile grew even wider on her face. Rolling over to see the effects of her move even better, it was clear that her opponent was definitely not going to earn any claps for this landing. If anything, he was going to be needed to get checked for any hard landing damage!

But for the French Actress, that suited just fine. She was Dr. Valentine after all, and checking on the boy's condition was just part of her duty! However, unfortunately for Ataru, her plan was not to begin any treatment before a crash landing of her own...

Standing up onto the edge of the bed, the lovely doctor cheerfully giggled down onto her patient. "OK Ataru, now doctor's orders: Stay still, or......something bad will happen!" In fact, that was completely a lie. In reality, if Ataru indeed stayed still, then something bad was about to happen. Namely, the French blonde would then jump high up, and try to crash land on Ataru's belly with a double leg drop!

The crowd cheered and applauded joyfully as Patrice got more into her "mischievous doctor" role.

Rolled into facing up, Ataru was in a stunned, woozy state that make it easy for Dr. Valentine to make her 'patient' pliant and cooperative: When Patrice warned him about staying still to avoid something bad, his dazed mind was easily tricked into trusting the beautiful doctor's advice.

Much to her amusement, Ataru laid there just like he was told, an easy target for her double leg drop.
"U-Unnghhfff.....! 0///0". He wheezed in breathless distress as the back of her smooth thighs pressed the air out of him.
"B-But but...you said... nnghh...", the short-breated opponent/patient groaned underneath the weight of her smooth hefty legs, entertaining Patrice with his ditzy naivety.

Patrice was finding herself to be a very good and convincing doctor, as Ataru seemed to obey her orders exactly as she told him to. The perks of that included the ability to perform the double leg drop exactly on the spot she had intended to, driving air very efficiently out of the boy's lungs!

Based on what he did next though it seemed that the patient began having some hard time believing his doctor. For some, very strange reason the blonde doctor's latest choice of treatment had not pleased him at all.

"Sssshhhhh.....!!!" Trice hushed his patient, briefly pressing her index finger on his lips to mark his expected silence. Expecting him to comply, it was then time for some further treatment, this time though not an abrupt one, but more of a squeezing one. Positioning herself reversely on top of Ataru's body, Dr. Valentine began wrapping her thighs and legs around her patient's head, looking to treat him next with a tight reverse headscissor hold!