The Mansion of energy drain - Andy vs Auphemia

It was utterly humiliating, how Lusy kept calmly taunting him with a soft, matter of factly tone of voice, rubbing his failure as a hero in his face and, well... rubbing him in more suggestive ways too as she effortlessly held him at the corner, prisoner of her fantastic body.

The flustered-humiliated knight would want to protest, to say that draining your oponent's strenght was not a honorable way to fight, that she would not dare look down at him if he still had his full combat level... But he didn't:
Such words would just sound like the whining excuses of a sore loser, and he was not going to lose his dignity after his levels.

And thus Andy refrained from pointless replies, rather opting for gathering whatever remained of his strenght and willpower to fight her malicious rubbing.
His hands would reach around Lusy's waist to try and roll her to the side and gain freedom before her body would erotically lull him into compliance.
"Unff I said... s-stop it" 0///0,
The young knight would groan trying to sound as manly as he could.

While it was far from the strongest shove, Andy’s push had managed to free himself from Lusy’s body pin. However the moment he got her to the side and attempt his escape, she would spin and deliver a powerful breast hook to the back of the boy’s head, knocking him down onto the canvas.

“Impressive, but a simple shove is only one step in escape.” She would then approach him, preforming a hip drop on his back before grabbing his chin, pulling his head up in a camel clutch. “And sometimes, shoving won’t always be the best solution.” She stated, pulling tight enough on him to press the back of his head against her bosom, further taunting him with their softness.

Lusy had learned Auphemia's tiddy-martial arts very well, turning her large bosomy assets from mere weapons of male seduction to... proper weapons as Andy could testify, knocked down by a swing of her heavy melons as he shook his head blubbering in temporary daze.

Far from finished with her attack, the curvaceous maid hip-pressed Andy's wind out of him as she made herself comfortable on his back.
"Unghhh...! W-What the... n-nghh.. o///o"
Arching his back reflexively, the young knight found himself grappled into Lusy's camel clutch in no time.

"Ungh-ghh... alright I promise I'll keep it in mind... you can let me go now... ngrrh..", Andy grimaced, blushing plenty as she lectured him while pulling his head up into the enveloping, cushiony softness of her breasts.

Groaning humor apart, the trapped hero was not really expecting Lusy to just let him go of course, as he tried to squirm his way out by his own means. The problem was that his struggles where going nowhere set him free, rather putting him to further embarrassement as his futile efforts got his head to be rubbed and nestled more inbetween Lusy's bouncing breasts.