Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1493: Give him an inch, and he goes miles... F**k You!

Chapter 1493: Give him an inch, and he goes miles… F**k You!

Hrrrf…

Huff…

Dora’s big chest slowly rose and fell with every breath, each inhale pushing against the fabric stretched tight around her, each exhale barely giving it relief. The clothes clung desperately, shaping every curve, making her cleavage bulge and swell as though the seams themselves were counting down the seconds before surrendering.

An Infinite Holy Grail!

Victor swallowed hard, fingers twitching uselessly in the air as he stood beside the sofa. He watched her sleep, peaceful and careless, completely unaware of her surroundings or the storm standing right next to her. The sight of her like this made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t want to admit.

So vulnerable… far too vulnerable!

His gaze flicked up to her face, searching for any sign, any hint that she was pretending. Her lashes rested softly against her cheeks, lips parted just enough to release faint breaths. She wasn’t faking it.

She was genuinely asleep!

Slowly, unwillingly, his eyes drifted down again, tracing the familiar danger from her collarbone to the rise of her chest.

His right hand followed, moving inch by inch, so carefully it felt ridiculous, as though the air itself might scream if he rushed it.

This was it.

His only chance!

To feel them. To know if they were real in the way his mind cruelly imagined, to feel that impossible weight, that presence, even once.

Was he really about to molest her?

The thought struck him hard enough to make his fingers pause midair. Would he seriously cross that line, do something so stupid, so disgusting, just because temptation finally cornered him?

Really?

His fingers twitched left and right as his eyes locked onto the peak of her chest, his heartbeat matching the rhythm of her breathing. Just as his fingertips hovered a breath away from grazing the tip, he froze again, teeth clenched tight.

After all… Dora wasn’t an idiot.

Molest her?

The idea almost made him scoff. If anything, she was the one who had been fucking molesting him from the start, poking, teasing, invading his space with a grin, and even toying with his cock!!

This had to be a trap… It always was!

He could already picture it. The moment he touched her, she’d wake up, flip him onto the floor, and beat him senseless with righteous fury and smug satisfaction.

That’s what she always did.

And yet… even knowing all of that, even knowing he was probably walking straight into disaster, this was still his only chance to feel the so-called holy grail with his own hand.

’Even if I get beaten up later,’ Victor told himself grimly, forcing a deep breath into his lungs. His eyes flicked one last time between her sleeping face and her chest and….

Thump

Like a balloon filled with warm water, his palm sank into her bust, swallowed whole by softness and weight. The sensation was so overwhelming that it made his breath hitch, his hand disappearing as though her body had claimed it without resistance.

“Fuck…” Victor groaned under his breath, the word slipping out before he could stop it. The softness was unreal, so deep and yielding that his thoughts scattered completely.

What in heaven’s name was this supposed to be?

If someone had told him this was a water pillow shaped by divine cruelty, he would have believed it without question. It was too soft, too full, too perfect to be anything else, and his mind struggled to catch up with what his hand already knew.

’Wait-’

Victor flinched, snapping out of his haze, his eyes flying back to Dora’s face with sudden panic.

By now, she should have reacted.

She should have punched him, kicked him away, sent him rolling across the floor in agony.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t even stir.

“What the hell…” he murmured, confusion knotting his brows as he studied her breathing, her expression, the complete lack of response.

His heart pounded harder, not with lust this time, but with disbelief.

What’s going on here?

He frowned deeply as the truth settled in… Dora wasn’t pretending.

She wasn’t waiting to strike.

Victor leaned closer to her face, close enough to feel her warm, calm breath brush against his skin. It carried no hitch, no sudden pause, no sharp intake that would signal awareness.

Was she… really sleeping?

She was really sleeping.

Really!~

Whorrrah!

His brows knitted for a moment before a wicked smile slowly curled across his lips. He pulled back from her face, eyes drifting downward again as his hand returned to her chest. His fingers pressed softly against the warmth, testing, feeling the softness yield beneath his touch as he gently began to fondle, slow and cautious at first.

“Damn… It’s so big,” he muttered under his breath as his fingers spread uselessly, unable to grasp even half of it.

“How does she even carry them in those clothes?” he added with almost pity.

Not because he worried about her shoulders.

More like… in the near future, he was going to play with them so much that they would definitely get bigger.

He didn’t even think of ’maybe’.

Definitely!

Motherfucker.

“Still…” he hummed thoughtfully as his hand slid to the side of her breast, giving it a soft slap.

“Hmm~”

A moan slipped from her lips. Victor froze, his breath catching as he watched one soft peak sway into the other, bouncing gently before pulling apart again, full and heavy.

’Damn,’ Victor groaned inwardly, eyes locked on the movement as though hypnotised. The peaks moved like spring-loaded orbs, responding eagerly when he slapped again, watching them collide and rebound with slow, sinful rhythm.

Man… this was his first fucking time!

He missed his left hand more than ever.

’If only I had it… I would have cradled these cute big babies properly,’ Victor thought, glancing bitterly at his illusory left hand. He sniffed softly, face twisting into a mock-crying expression before shaking his head.

’Still, I have to do what I can.’

Comforting himself with that excuse, he used his right hand to shape them gently, moulding them to his palm, fondling with slow intention. He pushed upward, watching them spring back effortlessly, the elasticity almost offensive in how perfect it felt.

If he had two hands, he would have squeezed them to his heart’s content. The sight of the deep cleavage alone made his mouth dry.

Carefully, deliberately, he slid his middle finger into the cleavage, testing the tight pressure.

“Ahh~” Victor groaned quietly as the warmth closed around his finger, the space swallowing it until it nearly disappeared.

He stared at the cleavage,

’If I insert my dick… man, that would be a blast—’

“It would be cut off.”

Victor flinched violently as a cold, dangerous voice sliced through his thoughts. His head snapped up to find Dora staring at him, eyes glowing with menace.

“What are you doing, my disciple?” she asked calmly.

Victor smiled, wide and innocent,

“I saw something moving inside here,” he said sweetly. “So I was checking, making sure nothing harms my Master.”

Dora stared at him, her expression unreadable as her gaze lingered on his absurdly innocent face. Slowly, her eyes dropped to her cleavage, where his finger still rested without a shred of shame.

’Harm?’ she thought darkly. ’You’re the fucking danger to me.’

Out loud, she asked, “Moving… in my cleavage?”

Victor nodded without a shred of shame, even daring to slide another finger forward as if to prove his point. His expression stayed absurdly sincere as he spoke,

“Yes. Just give me a minute,” he said seriously, then paused as a thought struck him. “Actually, how about you remove the top and I check directly?” He laughed lightly, waving it off. “Of course, it’s for your health and safety. I can’t have my Master falling ill… do it?”

“…”

Silence fell.

Dora’s voice dropped low, deadly calm. “Take your hand away,” she muttered, “or you might lose it… just like your left hand.”

Victor reacted instantly. His hand shot back as if burned, and he straightened with a bright, obedient smile plastered on his face.

“Done!”

Dora stared at him for a long moment before sighing deeply. She slowly sat up, yawning as she stretched her body, her posture loose and lazy as she spoke. “Last night was too much work.”

Victor sat beside her without hesitation, nodding in agreement. “Me too… last night was so much,” he said vaguely, clenching his fist as if recalling the effort he had poured into it.

Dora gave him a flat look… she knew exactly what kind of “work” he had been doing. She sighed again, rubbing her temple before asking,

“Why are you even here this early in the morning?”

Victor blinked, “Of course, for you,” he said gently. “After all, I missed my dear, lovely Master—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dora cut in, annoyance creeping into her tone. “Important matter I wanted to show Victor, right?” She started to stand when Victor caught her wrist.

She turned back sharply, frowning. “What?”

Victor looked up at her, a gentle smile settling on his face, “Thank you,” he said quietly.

Dora blinked, confusion flickering across her features as she searched his face. She clearly had no idea what he was talking about.

“For supporting Delphine all this time,” Victor continued.

“Oh?” Dora clicked her tongue, looking away. “Tsk. I did it on my own. There’s no need for that.”

“I know,” Victor replied calmly. “But still… thank you, Dora. Not just for her, but for bringing enough stones to initiate the ritual, and for helping others when they needed it, even though you weren’t supposed to interfere with the trial.” His grip remained gentle, just like his words.

Dora met his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before scoffing.

“I didn’t do it for noble reasons. Those bitches tricked me into it,” she said flatly, then added, “But anyway, if you’re so thankful, why don’t you sponsor the academy?”

“Ahem,” Victor cleared his throat quickly. “So… what’s the important matter you were talking about?”

Dora gave him a sharp, judging look.

His hand was still holding her wrist, something she clearly noticed.

Victor didn’t let go. He smiled gently as he looked at her seriously and said,

“I missed you. Really.”

Dora took a slow breath before muttering, “If you’re hoping for something, I believe I already gave you a welcome gift.”

Victor frowned slightly… Welcome gift? What was she—

“Oh? OH,” his eyes widened before a smug smirk spread across his face. ’See,’ he thought triumphantly, ’I told you. She was the one molesting me.’

Then his expression softened again, shoulders drooping just a little.

“But… that’s not enough,” Victor mumbled pitifully.

Dora frowned deeply, “Oi… you just touched my boobs,” she said sharply. “You know what you did, right? You want more? Fucker?” Her tone carried both irritation and disbelief, as if she genuinely couldn’t comprehend what she was hearing.

Not enough?

Bastard… She had already let him play with her boobs.

What else did he want?

Victor muttered painfully, his voice wavering as if wounded. “B-But… my wifeyies gave me such a wonderful welcome gift,” he said weakly. “So wonderful that it kept me busy day and night without rest, but you…” His words trailed off.

Dora’s face flattened into a deadpan stare as she tried to wriggle her wrist free from his grip.

“I am not your wifeyies,” she said plainly,

Victor blinked once, then tilted his head. “Are you sure about that?” His expression shifted suddenly, playful teasing melting into something smolderingly serious.

“I believe… you’re mine,” he said quietly. “No matter what the world says, or what you think about it.” His grip tightened around her wrist. “And you know that, right? No one will take you from me… not even gods.”

Dora stared at him, stunned, before clicking her tongue in irritation. ’This asshole… why is he getting so serious all of a sudden?’ she thought bitterly. ’I hate this fucker.’

[+9000 AP]

Her eyes drifted to his illusory left hand. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll give you a wonderful gift.”

She moved without warning and sat down on Victor’s lap, her chest pressing firmly against his…. that itself was wonderful!

But not over!

Dora flinched when she felt something suddenly hard beneath her, the unexpected pressure making her breath hitch. A faint heat crept up her cheeks as she muttered softly, almost teasing despite herself, “Remember it~” before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

Victor froze for half a heartbeat, caught completely off guard by the warmth of her mouth.

He accepted the kiss, lips moving gently at first.

“Hmm~”

The kiss lingered longer than either expected. It was supposed to be brief, harmless. Dora was already about to pull away when Victor’s arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer. Her boobs bulged even more, so did his cock!

“HMFF!!”

Her eyes widened as Victor deepened the kiss without warning. His mouth moved slowly, deliberately, as if tasting something forbidden and addictive. His tongue brushed against hers, hesitant at first, then more certain, coaxing rather than demanding.

“Hmfff~”

Dora tried to push him back, but the kiss sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t rushed.

It was deep, warm, and strangely intoxicating!

Before she realised it, her resistance softened. Her body leaned in instead of away, her lips responding, her tongue slipping into his mouth as the kiss turned slow and consuming.

Slurrpp~

Hmmm~

For a brief moment, the world narrowed to heat, breath, and the quiet sound of lips meeting. Dora’s shock melted into reluctant enjoyment, her grip loosening as the kiss grew heavier, fuller, far more dangerous than she had intended.

Victor’s hand slowly slid behind her curvy ass… tracing down until his fingers slipped along her butt crack, moving lower until—

“NGGGFFF!!!”

Dora’s eyes widened in pure horror when she felt his fingers press somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t.

She bit down on his lips hard.

“Ouch!”

Victor groaned as he shoved her back with pain on his lips. He looked up at her… her expression flipping instantly from flustered to murderous. Blood smeared her lips as she stared down at him, calm and terrifying all at once.

It was at that exact moment he understood.

He had fucked up!

“I-I can explain—”

“FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TOUCHING!!!”

BOOM!!

“Arrhh!”

The room erupted into pure chaos, furniture rattling as the unmistakable cries of a man who had underestimated a fox.

Half an hour later—

Thud!

Dora stormed out of the room, cheeks flushed red with fury as she straightened her clothes.

“Give him an inch, and he goes miles,” she muttered venomously.

“Fuck you.”

Behind her, Victor lay sprawled across a broken sofa, cotton stuffing scattered everywhere, his hair, his ears, his nose… even on his pants… His body ached as he weakly raised a trembling thumb.

“I… am… waiting—”

Thum!

A wad of cotton smacked directly into his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up!!”