Fall for her trap

Mitsuki hated the condescending look on Irina's face, but what infuriated her even more was that the blonde wasn't even pressing her advantage.

She sprang to her feet and threw a straight punch at Irina’s face, but the blonde effortlessly slipped past it, letting the fist sail over her shoulder before pulling Mitsuki into a tight clinch.

Wrapping her arms around her opponent’s neck in a reverse chokehold, Irina pressed Mitsuki’s face between her large breasts, cutting off her breath.

“!!” Mitsuki was caught off guard by the warmth of her opponent’s breasts and the calm beat of her heart, while her own heart was pounding wildly from exhaustion and the heat of the fight.

“NNH-!” Mitsuki’s body was thrust upward, her hips humping and legs kicking as she tried to find the mat, when Irina followed up her gentle yet firm hold with a knee strike to her lower abdomen. The air was forced from her lungs, and her face was pressed even deeper between her opponent’s breasts. The scent of Irina mixed with the first hints of sweat was clouding Mitsuki’s mind; she had to grab her opponent—not to free herself, just to stay on her feet.

“NNN!” Irina didn’t stop; knee after knee, she tightened her grip around the back of Mitsuki’s neck, relishing the pressure her opponent’s face exerted against her breasts. The former champion’s moans vibrated pitifully, making Irina’s heart leap with sadistic passion.

“NGH.....!!” A final, decisive knee strike sent Mitsuki’s entire body—which was barely able to stay on its feet by now—jolting into the air.

Irina let her go, and Mitsuki immediately fell to the ground like dead weight, gasping for as much air as she could and clutching her stomach with both arms.

She could neither move nor speak; she lay on the ground trembling as she held her stomach, her chest rising and falling with each labored, heavy breath she took.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already?” Irina approached her slowly, without the slightest hurry, and grabbed her from the ground, pulling her back into her arms. This time she wrapped her arms tightly around Mitsuki’s ribs, pressing her young, fuller breasts against her opponent’s.

“I told you, didn’t I?” she whispered in her ear with sadistic love. “ That today I’d break your spirit ♡”

In a display of sheer strength, Irina lifted Mitsuki off the ground, pressing her face between her opponent’s breasts and squeezing her so hard that her head tilted backward.

Mitsuki began to moan in sudden pain and complete suffocation, letting out animalistic, pitiful cries.

“Up we go ♡” Irina seemed over the moon, and she hardly seemed to be trying. “Upsy-daisy ♡”

Unable to contain her fangirling, Irina began planting small, sweet kisses on Mitsuki’s breasts, pressing her face between her opponent’s breasts, choking herself, and inhaling the scent and sweat she gave off.

Mitsuki screamed in pain, unable to even process what Irina was doing.

“She’s… S-So strong!!” She couldn't think of anything else; she couldn’t figure out how to fight back.

Irina kept rubbing her face against her opponent’s breasts, squeezing her with increasing intensity, causing her to moan in pain repeatedly.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Mitsuki was now crushed between Irina’s breasts and the arms that were squeezing her from behind as her back arched. “Why don’t you… admit defeat?” Irina asked in an almost hopeful tone.

Despite the intense pressure, Mitsuki managed to answer her between moans.

“I’ll never....” The tomboy’s body was shaken by a violent tremor of pain. “GIVE UUUUUUUUP!”

The mocking smile vanished from Irina’s face. “God, you’re noisy...” she said with a bored sigh, throwing Mitsuki to the ground as if she were a light weight.