NWO - Koji Vs Sefina

Koji's eyes fluttered open after what it had felt like a very refreshing nap to him... though populated by very strange dreams of being constantly snuggled by beautiful... p-pink haired girls.

Not by chance, the first thing he could see was Sefina's bouncy bosom, proudly thrusted out for his dizzy eyes to behold. Indeed, her pose made them look even larger and inviting, though he would try his best to deny it.

Koji moved his right arm, hand, fingers, feeling himself full of strenght which was surprising: he'd have expected to be much weaker after the lenghty torture of Sefina's headscissors.
"The heck...looks like I did... 0///0", he admitted with a puzzled face, the fact that he was straddled underneath Sefina passing like secondary importance for now.

“Well I’m glad then, after all this wouldn’t be as much of a match if you got too weak early on.” She’d say, giving a light giggle as she remained on top of him. She was very aware he was more focused on his strength remaining than their position, a decision she would gladly take advantage of to once again play with him.

Moving forward as he’d sit up, she’d tuck his head underneath her right arm and wrap it around his neck, initiating a headlock while remaining on his waist and putting pressure on immediately. And with her usual pattern of combat, this hold added the humiliating addition of his cheek being pressed against the side of her breast, letting him feel the softness while she tightly squeezed his neck.

Sefina's move inevitably snapped Koji back to embarrasing reality as she languorously laid across his body, grappling him into her womanly teasing version of a headlock.

"Hey what...?? Mghffh >///<".
The squishy softness of her breast warmed his face with a deep blush, which she could directly feel against from his fiery red cheek against her plentiful sideboob flesh.

Groaning from the uncomfortable mix of constricting pressure and seductive softness, Koji started to struggle, summoning his spiritual pressure to hopefully break that hold. But of course, having Sefina's huge loveliness rubbed and squished against his face wasn't the best condition to stay focused.

“Come now Koji-kun, you have to put more effort in then that.” Sefina giggled at his attempt to break free, of course waivered by the seductive distraction of her breast against his face. And of course she wouldn’t keep the advantage to her, loving the feeling of his face wiggling and blushing against the soft flesh.

But of course as he was forced to be rubbed against her large breast, her arm was effectively constricting around his neck, pulling his face more against her boob but also effectively trapping him more and making the chance for him to breath even more difficult than it would already be. Effective and seductive, a very clear mantra of Luciana’s warriors.

Koji's predicament was worsening by the second, with the increasing pressure from Sefina's headlock pressing his face ever deeper into the pillowy smother of her sideboob. With his breathing ever more muffled into her smooth flesh, he knew that he needed a quickly way to break free.

One of his arms was pinned underneath her, leaving only one free arm to try and push Sefina's legs, hopefully unbalancing and granting him a chance to tug himself out of her clutches.

Such strategy had good chance of success against an average opponent.. but what about a skillful Lucian grappler such as Sefina? If she would take the chance to snuggle his arm between her thighs, Koji's efforts would entrap him  into an even more desperate predicament... but it wasn't like he had many other options:
"Mnnghhff...I won't stay your prisoner... much longe.. unfhh.."
He groaned against her soft bosom, trying to make his move.

“Oh, trying to escape now?” Sefina hummed as she felt his attempt at resistance, giggling as she maneuvered to trap his arm between her thighs. “Good attempt, but you need a little more focus.” She’d say, now having him completely locked up in her headlock.

As she had him contained, she was free to squeeze her arm and constrict his neck as much as she pleased, and she often did. As with every squeeze she preformed, he was pushed more against her breast’s side, both smothering and teasing the boy with every movement they both made. It was clear now the busty woman’s grappling techniques was a formidable threat, and her ability to remain in control would doom Koji if he couldn’t find a way around it.

Koji's concern about his risky gambit became very real as he felt the smooth warmth of Sefina's thighs entrap his arm into an equally teasing and inescapable vice.

"Oh no-mnghffh..! 0///0".
With both arms effectively immobilized and his face getting more and more enveloped by her smothering bosom, there wasn't much he could do to break free, except for kicking and squirming around, which seemed to achieve not much more than making Sefina's massive bosom bounce on his flustered features, adding further insult to injury.

“Keep fighting Koji-kun, struggling is the first sign of resistance.” Sefina teased, demonstrating that his kicking was accomplishing nothing, in turn pulling his face more into the side of her breast in return. It was fairly evident by now that Koji thus far had no chance in escape.

For that matter, most of the knights watching were laughing, seeing his attempt at resistaning as just as much of a ridiculous show as his match against Queen Eiruferu. Although not as powerful, Sefina was without question a worthy successor to Eiruferu, her closest knight and replacement should anything happened to the Queen. And as Koji was learning, she was just as capable at putting a boy in his place.

Squeezed nice and snug between Sefina's thighs, his arm was starting to go numb, just like was his air-starving mind unded the pillowy softness of her fleshy sideboob.
Her womanly submission hold was effectively demonstrating the righteous place of a boy in Luciana's philosophy: dominated and pacified by the stronger body and enveloping curves of a superior woman.
And the more Koji tried to deny it with flustered squirmings and muffled protests, the weaker and dizzier he'd become in the sexy prison of Sefina's body.

“Slowing down again Koji-kun? No need to worry, since it’s an iron-woman Match we can have plenty of fun.” The busty knight giggled, feeling as Koji’s struggles gotten weaker, the boy wasting his own strength by futilely fighting at her suffocating embrace. “And no need to worry, next point I get, I’ll be nice and let you be awake for it.”

After her promise, Sefina would once again put her full focus into constricting his neck and pulling his face into her breast, effectively cutting off his ability to breath in order to knock the proud boy once again with her seductive curves. And as always, the knights watching would giggle and laugh at his fruitless struggles, watching his attempt at redeeming himself fall apart before it could even begin.