Catherine stared blankly at Michael with her eyes half-closed, panting heavily.

Michael glanced at Catherine’s eyes and muttered while gently squeezing the flesh he had been caressing with his fingertips.

“…Your br*asts are big.”

Her arms, legs, neck, and waist were all so fragile that he could break them with one hand, yet only her br*asts were notably large.

So large that even Michael’s big palm couldn’t fully wrap around them, with flesh spilling between his fingers.

“…Michael.”

Catherine, who had been staring blankly at Michael’s large hand gripping her br*ast, called out to him.

“Yes.”

“You touching my br*asts feels really… strange.”

Catherine murmured in a dreamy voice as if amazed. In response to her words, Michael deliberately moved his palm and squeezed her br*ast more firmly.

He could feel her startled reaction through his palm. She looked at him while taking deep breaths. Her wet eyes trembled with innocence.

“…And, very er*tic.”

Though her words suggested otherwise.

“Your face looks extremely er*tic right now, Michael.”

“Look who’s talking. Your face is much more er*tic.”

“Do I have the same expression as you right now?”

She opened her eyes wide and raised her hand to cup Michael’s cheek. She rubbed his cheek with her fingers as if fascinated. That ticklish sensation made Michael feel strange too.

Since things had gone this far, he had intended to make it more painful, more messy, so she would never speak of s*x or such things again…

D*mn it, why does she look so adorable?

This was truly maddening.

Michael’s straight jaw tensed from clenching his teeth so hard.

Catherine, who had been watching him, slowly moved her hand to trace his tense jaw. Her small fingertips slid down until they reached his ears.

She smiled slightly and whispered while rubbing his plump earlobe.

“This part is soft.”

What was that supposed to mean? Something hot surged up on one side of Michael’s chest.

That heat brought even more warmth to his already heated body. He nibbled on his lower lip, then slowly moved his hand.

“Haah……”

When he circled and massaged the br*ast he was gripping, Catherine responded quickly. Her eyes, which had been watching him, half-closed as she released a weak moan.

Michael didn’t rush at all.

Though he wanted to bury his face in Catherine’s fragrant neck like a beast and touch her body freely, he held back.

He also wanted to roughly thrust his c*ck, which had been painfully hard for a while now, into Catherine’s p*ssy. Base desires kept rising, but he controlled himself well.

Michael moved his fingertips that were gripping Catherine’s br*ast and slipped them between the folds of her undergarment.

Very slowly, little by little, little by little…

His fingers, which had only poked their heads in, went in up to the middle joint, and then those lewd fingertips finally reached her sensitive n*pple.

“…Hmm, nnh.”

Even with just that much stimulation, Catherine jerked her waist with a gasp of surprise. He watched her reaction as he brushed her cute n*pple with the tip of his thumb.

Just seeing her expression of confusion with her face flushed red made his mouth water.

“I-it tickles. Uh, haa……”

“Tickles? Here?”

When he asked while tapping her invisible n*pple with his fingertips, Catherine nodded with tearful eyes.

Michael kissed her neck and asked slyly.

“Then should I stop touching it?”

Catherine shook her head vigorously. She could feel Michael smiling against her neck. Meanwhile, the teasing touches that gently stroked her n*pple were so tantalizing she felt she might die.

“Umm… Michael. Mi-Michael.”

Catherine called his name imploringly, feeling desperate.

She wished he would touch her more firmly instead of teasing her like this… But that wicked hand of his wouldn’t move more, just kept tormenting her.

“Tell me, Catherine.”

“Don’t touch me like that… More, more… Hmm, uh……”

“…Like this?”

Michael, who had been tormenting her with just his fingertips, pinched and twisted her n*pple between his thumb and index finger.

“Hah…! Mmm!”

A thrilling pleasure flowed through her like an electric current. As she squirmed with delight, Michael twisted her n*pple several more times.

“Hmm! Mmm…!”

“Does it feel good when I do this, Catherine?”

“Uh, mmm… Good. I think it feels good.”

“…I never knew my friend could be so lewd.”

I don’t know, why should I care about that? I’m going crazy right now.

Catherine embraced Michael’s solid body and shuddered. Responding to her, Michael’s large hand cupped her br*ast and kneaded it firmly.

His lips, which had been exploring her neck, tasted her delicate skin a few more times before moving down to her chest. Catherine breathed harder as she realized where Michael’s lips were heading.

Then, Michael suddenly pulled down Catherine’s clothes. Thanks to the deeply cut neckline, her large br*asts popped out above her clothes.

“Hnn……”

As the cool air touched her suddenly exposed br*asts, Catherine’s peaks rose even more sharply.

The well-ripened pink tips stood up stiffly toward him, looking deliciously tempting. Looking at them made him hungry.

Her full, snow-white br*asts with round, er*ect n*pples looked quite delicious.

“Why are you staring like that?”

Catherine tried to shrink her body, embarrassed by her exposed br*asts, but Michael wouldn’t let her.

“Stay still. I need to see what I’m putting in my mouth.”

“Whaaat?”

Regardless of Catherine’s wide-eyed surprise, Michael grabbed both her hands that were clutching his shoulders and pinned them above her head with one hand.

With her hands bound above her, her br*asts gathered even more temptingly.

“Wh-what are you doing, Michael!”

As Catherine squirmed with her face bright red, her white, large br*asts jiggled. They moved so appetizingly that he felt full just watching them.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t put them in his mouth. After examining her large bun-like br*asts, the cute pink n*pples on top, and the flower-petal-like areolas surrounding them in detail, Michael finally couldn’t resist and shoved one into his mouth.

“Hmm, aahn! Hah… Nnh…!”

As he bit into it without hesitation like satisfying a hungry stomach, Catherine unconsciously let out a moan unlike any she had made before and threw her head back. This made her br*asts thrust up even more, and Michael eagerly sucked on them as if he had been waiting for this.

Slurp, suck, slurp.

His caresses, which had seemed to soften a bit, grew rough again. Like a young beast, he sucked and bit her br*asts, and not satisfied with just that, he firmly gripped Catherine’s br*ast with his other hand.

Though clumsy, he showed no hesitation, and though his caresses were rough, they were enough to make Catherine whimper.

After sucking on her br*asts for quite some time, Michael lifted his head slightly when his lips began to feel numb. Seeing Catherine’s br*asts glistening with his saliva filled him with a strange satisfaction.

He finally understood why countless lechers throughout thousands of years had worshipped women’s br*asts so much.

Not only were they beautiful, but they were also sweet. They were soft, delicious bundles of desire. Enough to make even someone who had lived ascetically until now as hungry as a street vagrant.

Michael licked his lips once more and licked the pointed n*pple with the tip of his tongue. He thought sweet juice might come out from that tip, and when he actually tasted it, he did sense sweetness.

It was fascinating. How could human skin have taste… Were all women’s bodies this sweet? Or was Catherine’s body exceptional?

Either way, he quite liked this subtly sweet flesh. He didn’t want to take his mouth off it for even a moment.

Michael rolled the er*ect n*pple with the tip of his tongue and sucked it greedily.

“Aahn! Ha, nngh…!”

Catherine responded by arching her body again. Her confused toes curled and uncurled repeatedly.

She had no idea that the sensation of someone sucking and biting her n*pples could be this er*tic. Michael’s mouth was so hot and stimulating.

The unfamiliar sensation made Catherine feel like her head might turn white.

It was hot, wet, and thrilling.

Michael put down the right br*ast he had been violating and grabbed the left one. Then he began to lick, bite, and suck them alternately.

“Yes, mmm… Hnng!”

“You taste good.”

“…What? My br*asts?”

He answered with a mumble, still holding Catherine’s br*ast in his mouth.

“Your br*asts taste good.”

“…Wh-what are you saying? Hnn…!”

She wanted to object further, but when Michael’s hand, which had somehow slipped under her skirt, climbed up her thigh and grabbed her b*ttocks, she couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Your b*tt is plump too.”

Feeling Michael’s hand firmly gripping her b*ttocks, Catherine muttered in disbelief.

“Nnh! Haa… If you were going to do this, why, mmm… did you need to think about it for a week……”

“Be quiet.”

As if not giving her a chance to speak, Michael bit her n*pple hard again. Catherine jerked in surprise and lifted her chin.

And through that slight gap, Michael’s hand slithered like a snake and seeped between her thighs.

“Wait, wait…! Hik! Wait, th-there……”

Startled, Catherine tensed her legs and grabbed his wrist. Though she couldn’t stop him with just this much strength, Michael chuckled and willingly stopped his hand.

“Why?”

“Th-that place is a bit…”

“What? You said you wanted to have s*x.”

At his words, Catherine bit her lips and rolled her eyes. Of course, she was the one who had suggested s*x. But the current state of that place was strange, and she was too embarrassed to readily allow Michael’s hand.

After watching Catherine hesitate for a while, Michael smiled crookedly and said.

“What did I say earlier, Catherine?”

“…Huh?”

Michael maintained eye contact with Catherine as she questioned him and applied strength to his wrist.