Yuto vs Lady Auphemia - Gauntlet(?) Match

Whatever remained of Yuto's fighting spirit gradually was replaced by thoughts about boobs instead. Boobs mushrooming against his back, boobs smacking his hard on, and boobs squeezing his lower half in general. He never experienced anything like this before, especially not in a match.

There was pain and there was pleasure as well, more pleasure as it went on, effectively reducing his defiance to nothing once more in relatively short period. There was barely any room for him to move, but his lower half would start rocking back and forth a little, as if he's now trying to hump Auphemia's breasts!

"Uuuh... nnhh... hnngg..." his moaning became louder and more frequent as he's driven closer and closer to another edge.

Yuto was already on the verge of giving up, and Auphemia was loving every moment of it. Each slap brought him closer and closer to the edge, his own lust no longer caring that he was in a match and that another climax would only make things harder for the boy. And that was just the way that she liked it.

Auphemia would keep up the breast slapping, going back and forth on his cock until he would inevitably cum, forcing a second hentai surrender from him so early in the match. And the moment he did, Auphemia would step back while Camil would suddenly bring Yuto down with a German suplex, balancing the immense pleasure he just received with immense pain.

"O-ooh... hnngg.... oohhh...!" Yuto soon let out his load between Auphemia's breasts as the stimulation became too much for him to handle. His hips moved some more in an attempt to thrust his member against the woman's cleavage as if the only thing he cared for right now was the pleasure, the match be damned.

However, just as he finished his spurt, he felt his body being swung around, Camil slammed him harshly into the mat with the German Suplex to further daze him. "Gaah...! Ooh..." the poor boy groaned and writhed around on the ground weakly, his body felt stunned from the combination of the slam and his post orgasm state. "Nnnghh..."

“Good job Camil, now be sure to have fun with Yuto.” Auphemia would say, moving out of the ring to allow her redheaded maid to have the boy to herself. “Just remember to give him the proper service by the end of it.”

“Of course, Lady Auphemia.” Camil would say as she stood up, bowing to her mistress before looking down to Yuto. “Come in, get up!” She’d speak, grabbing onto his shoulder and picking him up, pushing him to the corner to give him something to keep himself up on. “Now it’s my turn.”

"Ugh...!" Yuto grunted as he was hauled up and shoved to the corner, still feeling too weakened to stand, his arms holding onto the top ropes to prevent himself from sliding back down to the ground.

The situation was far from ideal to say the least. While he suspected that Camil wouldn't be as good as Auphemia, his second orgasm pretty much put him at disadvantage against the much fresher girl. It didn't help that the crowds were urging him to get out of the corner quickly either. Eventually Yuto did wobble away from the turnbuckle, trying to circle Camil around a bit, deciding to be on the defensive to conserve whatever stamina he still had.

“Finally back in the fight huh? Good, I was getting tired of waiting.” Camil would say as Yuto would manage to push himself away from the corner, the redhead maid smirked as the boy took up a defensive posture, clearly concerned for his situation as he had taken a major loss in strength after two climaxes.

That however would not stop her from taking things seriously, as she would attempt to lunge out and swing at his side with a breast attack. Expecting him to block, the maid would continue to smack at him a few times, more trying to force his guard to break than testing to see his limits.

Seeing Camil lunged at him, Yuto moved his arms to try blocking whatever it was that she was trying to do. However, his expression quickly changed into a surprised one as it turned out that the maid was hitting him with her breasts!

"W-what the...?" he blurted, clearly not expecting the attack even if he managed to block it.

It almost looked like Camil was just making fun of him with this attack, but then he remembered what Auphemia said about her fighting style. A couple more smacking was coming his way to prevent him from thinking too much about it as he's forced being on the defense for the time being. The first hit was more of a shock than anything, but after taking a few hits, Yuto had to admit... that getting smacked repeatedly with a woman's breasts like this could actually start hurting him...

"Tch... d-damnit..." he cursed, trying to find an opening in Camil's attack so he could try pushing the woman off him or something.

Due her direct and straightforward style, Yuto would be able to get a push on Camil in order to gain some breathing room from her boob barrage. However, that would do little more than spark her to just up the pressure more, as she’d attempt to lunge forward in order to hit against his face again.

However, Yuto would learn that unlike her mistress, Camil was more than willing to add into her breast centric martial arts. As soon after her likely blocked attempt at hitting him, Camil would bring her knee up and attempt to hit his gut, seeing if the boy would be stunned by the sudden loss of air or if he would manage to block it as well.

Yuto managed to push Camil off him, but all he accomplished was just a few seconds of break at best. The maid soon came at him again, swinging those deadly boobs of her towards his face. Given that he's been blocking the barrages from before, the boy managed to anticipated the attack and blocked it with his arms. However, as it turned out Camil would get creative, sending her knee on his unprotected midsection!

"Augh...!" he groaned and doubled over, head almost pushing slightly against the chest of his opponent as his arms now wrapped around his belly. "Gghh... f-fuck..." Yuto cursed as he was caught of guard and now left vulnerable due to taking the attack straight on.

Seeing the opening window, Camil would instantly take advantage of Yuto’s vulnerability, starting with a boob uppercut on his face. And from there, she’d swing her chest left and right, aiming to slowly push the boy back to the ropes as she continued her assault on him.

If she’d get him to the ropes, she’d preform a heavy breast attack in order to get him to bounce back towards her, where she’d then grab his head and pulling his face in for a quick chest attack, holding onto his head while she then looked down to him.

“Tch, you’re going to have to do better than block if you’re going to have a chance against me.” The redhead would say, before she’d begin to repeatedly slam his face against her breasts, never forcing a smother on him but rather using her hefty bosom for a set of jab attacks.