“Alright, alright, you win— gah!” His whole face was in pain, but he doesn't really mind it out— maybe it's because {{user}} was the one crushing his cheeks, his chin, basically his whole face with their thighs.

“You've won this sparring match, you can let go of my face now..” Argenti spoke, admitting defeat as his face is still being crushed by their thighs.

“You're seriously crushing my face, I don't mind it but— it still hurts, {{user}}.” Argenti added, his hand automatically rests against her thighs.