Chapter 27: Do You Want to Touch My Boobs?

Iris showed up half naked, her impossible curves making themselves impossible to ignore.

"You’re in your underwear," Arthur pointed out.

"Yes," Iris agreed, pressing her body against his. "It’s my apartment, and it’s more comfortable like that," she commented.

"Right... I see." The man refused to let her sexy curves control him, so he turned his attention to the TV.

"Are you sure you’re okay? You seem tense," Iris whispered in his ear, enjoying his reaction.

"I’m fine."

"You’re not looking at me."

"I’m looking at the TV."

"There’s nothing on the TV."

"There’s..." He finally paid proper attention to the screen, which was showing a screensaver. "There’s a screensaver."

Iris bit her lip to keep from laughing. Then they continued talking, and soon she noticed her teasing was not working anymore, and Arthur was paying attention to her again.

And for some reason, she felt more seen than ever during that conversation. How long had it been since a man had looked at her like that?

She was so used to conversations ending the second she wasn’t careful with her clothing. Being with Arthur was so easy...

Thinking about that made her emotional, and all the alcohol she had consumed didn’t help. Before she could stop herself, she was crying.

It wasn’t a clean cry, but heaving sobs she couldn’t hold back, her whole body shaking as the dam finally broke. She buried her face in her hands, ashamed, horrified, and vulnerable.

"It’s okay," Arthur hugged her. "It’s okay. I’ve got you."

She cried into his chest for what felt like hours. And he held her through all of it, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back, not saying anything, not asking anything, just... being there.

When the tears finally ran out, Iris told him everything between sips of whiskey. Listening to the story, Arthur’s glass had stopped halfway to his lips. "He was... he was asking you to..."

"To sleep with him? Yes." She laughed, hollow. "He was very careful with words, but he was definitely asking for that..."

"That’s... that’s blackmail. That’s illegal."

"I know what it is." Iris stared into her own glass. "And I told him no, then..." She took another gulp. "He suggested I could convince Dr. Markus to stay. The math professor. He wanted me to... Well, I’m not entirely sure. Probably sex too."

Arthur went silent, and Iris gulped as her body trembled for a second. She saw that his eyes were changed with rage.

It was a calculating and destructive rage she had seen just once before. They were son and mother, so it wasn’t that surprising he could make the same scary expression as his mother.

But if his reaction were to be anything like his mother’s, then Arthur would definitely get himself into trouble to avenge her. And she didn’t want him getting into any trouble because of her.

"Arthur!" She grabbed his hands, squeezing them until he looked at her. "Listen to me. I’m fine. I’m fine, okay? I don’t want you to do anything. I just wanted someone to know. Please, don’t risk anything."

Arthur stared at her, and his eyes became calmer. However, deep down, he was still hiding his true fury.

"Okay," he said, trying to make her feel better.

"Promise me you won’t do anything."

He went quiet for a long while.

"Arthur. Promise me."

"...I promise."

"Okay," she said, forcing brightness into her voice, trying to get away from the sour mood. "Enough of that. I didn’t invite you over to cry into my whiskey."

"You didn’t invite me over at all. You dragged me."

"Shut up, you were the one who wanted to come, to get this nice old lady drunk and take advantage of me," she said, sticking her tongue out.

Arthur responded by rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out at her too.

"Anyway, I was thinking about playing some fighting games, and the winner can ask anything of the loser, so get ready!" she said with a confident smile.

"Don’t regret it later, once I have beaten you up," Arthur answered with an ironic smile.

Iris was probably good, if she was that confident. However, she had no idea what the man had in store for her. He was definitely no pushover when it came to fighting games, he was good enough that he even had a shot at going pro if he focused entirely on it.

She plugged in Smash Bros, in which the man luckily had a lot of experience. And she lost her first life without even standing a chance in the fight. The teacher was not bad, but...

"You are way too good at it, fuck!" Iris complained, realizing she had committed a mistake.

But she still had her secret weapon. The woman stretched, arching her back in a slow, deliberate way that made her chest jut forward, the lace straining against curves that a man could die for.

Arthur couldn’t help but glance sideways at her, especially after hearing her bra strain as though it were about to give way under the pressure.

The distraction helped even the odds, giving Iris the perfect opportunity to attack. She didn’t even care that two of the three hooks on her bra had already snapped, leaving the last one, the poor warrior, fighting for his life to keep her chest sealed.

To make matters worse, her boobs would jump and move sexily as Iris spammed the buttons. Still, once Arthur realized he was losing, his focus went back to the game.

He was a horny teenager filled with hormones, but he was also very competitive and wouldn’t lose by any chance.

In the end, Iris had no chance. She even asked for a rematch, but the loss was even more brutal this time around.

"I’m the winner," he announced with a smirk.

Iris bit her lower lip, annoyed by her defeat, but after taking a long breath and looking at the scoreboard again, she finally accepted reality. She wasn’t going to win.

The teacher took another sip of whiskey, letting out a satisfied hum. The extra alcohol had already left her cheeks noticeably flushed.

"I lost, then..." she said playfully, arching her back and making her massive tits even more noticeable as she tilted her hips, deliberately giving Arthur a glimpse of her also impressive ass. "Go on, then," she said, her voice dropping into something low and teasing. "Ask for anything, stud. I’m a woman of my word."

Arthur’s eyes dropped to her body, with uncontained lust this time. He had also drunk a lot and had almost no self-restraint left.

Iris’s breath caught as she noticed his horniness, and her gaze drifted down, past his face, past his chest, to the unmistakable bulge tenting his pants.

Just now she realized that she’d been teasing him all night, probably leaving him with blue balls. She had teased him way too much already, so she should...

A crazy idea came to her mind, one she would have immediately ignored if she were not drunk, and already falling in love with her best friend’s son.

Still... He was so much like him, and she felt so comfortable around him, and she also wanted to reward him, to thank him, and to make him lust for her.

"Arthur," she said and took a breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. "Would you..." She looked down, a rare, unexpected heat rising to her cheeks. "Would you be interested in touching my tits?"

Arthur blinked in surprise for a second, thinking it was a joke, but Iris’s eyes were serious. It was not like her usual teasing, in which she was always in control she looked even a bit shy and nervous.

And god, her boobs were looking so sexy, so...