Chapter 91
“You should put some clothes on. Even if it’s home, still.”
I went to the dressing table in the bedroom, avoiding Mitchell. Even moving as fast as I could, I limped because of my leg that hadn’t fully healed. Perhaps feeling sorry for me, Mitchell didn’t try to grab me.
To show that I wasn’t running away, I kept talking.
“I need to dry my hair right away. If it stays wet, I’ll catch a cold. I’ll dry it now.”
Mitchell, who had followed me, stood beside me. Leaning on the dressing table, he peered at my face. I deliberately avoided looking at Mitchell and turned on the hair dryer. The whirring sound somewhat calmed my tense nerves, but only for a moment.
My heart pounded when Mitchell took out gel from the bottom drawer of the dressing table and placed it in front of me.
It pounded again when he untied the belt of my robe.
And it pounded even more when he started grabbing my chest with his hands.
The hair dryer was so efficient that my hair was almost dry after just a few passes.
Anticipation, excitement, fear, and a faint presence of pain in between all swirled in my head.
“Ah!”
Mitchell pinched my chest while pulling it. At first, he only touched one side, but when I reacted, he put his hands on both.
“You know what?”
As he twisted and pulled, I finally couldn’t stand it and turned off the hair dryer. I tried to push Mitchell’s hands away, but my mouth opened first.
“What?”
“These have gotten bigger.”
I lowered my head following Mitchell’s gaze. He was tapping my nipples and smiling.
My breasts got bigger? Is he crazy?
“Stop it.”
I swatted Mitchell’s hands away, but they flew back instantly, tormenting the protruding parts again.
“Is it because I touch them often?”
“Ugh, stop saying weird things.”
“I should touch them diligently from now on.”
“No thanks.”
“I like big breasts.”
“…”
“Especially this part.”
Mitchell pressed firmly on the protruding part in the center of my chest.
“You crazy bastard…”
Even as I cursed, something bothered me.
“I guess… you’re disappointed that mine aren’t big?”
“We can make them bigger.”
“They’ll grow if you make them bigger?”
I frowned and snapped at him. I was upset because my body didn’t meet Mitchell’s standards.
“They will. Look for yourself.”
When Mitchell pointed at my chest, a morbid curiosity arose. Even though I didn’t believe him at all, my head naturally lowered.
“No, why should I…”
But since he told me to look, I couldn’t not look. Trying to maintain an indifferent expression, I checked my chest. It had turned red from Mitchell’s prolonged touching, but the size didn’t seem significantly different.
“I don’t see it. It’s not like they’ll grow just from pulling them a bit.”
“Oh yeah? Then why don’t we pull them more, suck them, and pinch them? See if they grow or not.”
“…”
I had suddenly become a test subject. I wanted to throw a question at the green window. Would knowing the answer in advance change anything?
Will breasts grow if you torment them?
It depends on the breasts.
It depends on how much you torment them.
If they grow, they’re delicious, but they’re cute even if small.
Don’t torment breasts. Lick them with love. -One Bite Human Rights Committee-
I tried to back away from the approaching “scientist(?)” I didn’t want to participate in the experiment, so I attempted a small rebellion by clutching my robe, but it backfired. Mitchell deemed the robe unnecessary.
In an instant, the robe fell to the floor by Mitchell’s hand, and I returned to a natural state like him. Knowing that covering myself would make him more wild, I faced him boldly.
I tried to carefully widen the distance while maintaining a stiff posture, but my trick wouldn’t work on Mitchell. Eventually, I was cornered against the wall and had to expose my chest.
“Ah! They’re growing. They must be growing.”
I belatedly agreed with Mitchell’s opinion, but the experiment had already begun. I couldn’t stop Mitchell, who was eagerly sucking my chest.
Slurp, slurp.
His strength was so great that it felt like he was using a suction device. One thing was certain: this was an act to make them grow. Mitchell seemed to want to prove that his claim was correct.
It would be nice if they grew, but for now, it was so painful that I let out a high-pitched sound.
“Agh, Mitchell.”
I hit his chest, showing signs of pain. For a moment, my hand brushed against his thing, and I yanked it hard.
Only then did Mitchell lift his face. His raised eyebrow looked very mischievous. It was a face that looked capable of causing trouble at any moment.
“So you want to start right now.”
“…What?”
Mitchell, who had been attacking my chest, now bit it with his teeth. He ground his teeth against every protruding surface, starting the act that made me convulse the most.
“Ah! Aah!”
The act of convulsing and enjoying, that is.
“Mitchell! Wait, just a moment!”
Then he started sucking again. As soon as I relaxed, he mercilessly bit with his teeth once more.
This guy was seriously experimenting. An experiment to make my chest bigger!
“Ugh, Mitchell.”
After this went on for tens of minutes, my body trembled just from his touch. Mitchell’s work was persistent and meticulous.
It might sound ridiculous to say he was sucking meticulously, but that’s how it felt to me. I could see his determination to definitely make mine bigger! This damn guy….
As he repeated biting and sucking, I lost the strength to stand. Unable to bear my sensitized body, I pushed him away with all my might and ran.
He had tormented me so much that now even a breeze on my chest made it tingle and itch.
“You want to do it here?”
Of course, I didn’t get far. Before I could escape to the living room, I was caught at the door and dragged to the bed.
He stood behind me and rubbed against my buttocks. With both hands in front, he grabbed and kneaded my breasts, which he had been playing with for a while, tormenting me in various ways.
Eventually, I had to believe it had grown. When tormented, it always grows. Even if it hadn’t actually grown, I couldn’t help but think it had. It was the victory of this persistent guy.
Without realizing it, I lowered my head. I could see the poor, swollen thing.
Meanwhile, Mitchell pressed his body properly against mine. The real thing was about to begin. Thanks to that, my pounding heart wouldn’t calm down easily.
It was anticipation.
“Huh?”
At that moment, with impeccable timing, Mitchell’s phone rang. We both pretended not to hear it.
But as soon as it stopped, it rang again. This was already the fourth time it had rung after stopping.
Finally, Mitchell separated from my body. He picked up the phone he had placed on the nightstand, checked who it was, and answered immediately.
“Yeah. What’s going on?”
The call was getting longer. Yet my excitement remained. Mitchell was the same. The raised veins seemed to express his current state of mind.
“Okay. I’ll be right there.”
What?
I blinked blankly at Mitchell’s words. He said he was going out with his body in such an excited state. Leaving me all worked up.
I was thinking all sorts of things, wondering if “right there” meant an hour later, when Mitchell hung up the phone.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
This… can’t be happening.
Mitchell was really going out, leaving my plump, appetizing lower parts behind. Is this even a reasonable thing to say?
Before I could say anything, Mitchell went into the dressing room and came out fully dressed. He even wore a suit with a tie. The front of his pants was more bulging than ever, but for now, it was just out of reach.
“When will you be back?”
As soon as I said it, I realized it sounded like I was asking him to come back quickly and put it in, and my ears turned red.
Being intimate with Mitchell is overwhelming yet good. I want to postpone it somehow, but when it actually gets postponed, I get frustrated. It feels like I’ve caught a terrible disease. This was a problem that Mitchell had to solve.
“I don’t know.”
“Where are you going?”
“To my parents’ house.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay. Then, hurry back… No, take your time and come back when you’re done. It would be nice if you could call or text whenever you have time… Mmph!”
Mitchell leaned in and thrust his tongue into my open mouth. His soft tongue moved around quite roughly, stirring me up.
He pressed down on my lost tongue and pushed it into corners. My tongue, like me standing before Mitchell, was repeatedly pressed down and cornered.
After that, he became a bit gentler. He licked my tongue as if stroking my head, then overlapped it as if embracing. Without realizing it, I hugged Mitchell’s waist, pressing my body closer to him.
Then, uncharacteristically, Mitchell flinched. Anyone watching would think I had pounced on him.
The kiss lasted quite a while, and Mitchell only ended it after sucking on my lips rather intensely.
“Wait for me.”
“Of course, where would I go?”
“No. This.”
Mitchell mischievously grabbed between my thighs and whispered.
“Don’t take care of it by yourself.”
