Chapter 87 | Do They Have Milk
Chapter 87: 87 | Do They Have Milk
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Natasha was looking down at herself.
Her blouse had completely split open.
The black lace bra was on full display, barely holding the soft, heavy weight of her breasts. Her deep cleavage spilled out as the fabric fell apart on both sides, the round flesh pressing together so tightly it looked like the bra was about to lose the fight.
"—!" She slapped both hands over her chest, her face burning red. "D-don’t look!"
Dante didn’t even blink. His eyes were glued to her like he had been hypnotized.
Her breasts were squeezed together under her arms, the delicate black lace stretching thin over the soft flesh, barely covering her nipples. The smooth skin rising and falling with every quick, panicked breath she took, each one making her tits bounce slightly in her own grip.
’This outfit is just like Goku. It actually has different forms.’
Seeing him stare at her with a completely blank face, she was about to call his name again when his inner thoughts reached her ears.
[Holy shit... they’re even bigger than I thought. How the hell has she been hiding those this whole time? I always knew Master was huge but this is a completely different level.]
[I bet they’re soft as hell. Like, stupid soft. I want to bury my face in them and never come out.]
[No, no, no. Stop. She’s my master. Think about something else. Anything else. ...Why is nothing else coming to mind?]
Natasha’s face was getting redder by the second. Her thighs pressed together on their own as a warm throb pulsed between her legs
But the next one shattered her completely.
[Do they have milk in them?]
"I SAID DON’T LOOK!" Natasha grabbed the book from the bench and smacked it straight into his face.
Thud!
"Ow! Master, I wasn’t—"
"YOU WERE!" She wanted to say he was looking enough to wonder if her breasts had milk but held back her words.
She quickly turned her back to him, one arm still hugging her chest while her free hand desperately tried to pull the two sides of her blouse together.
But without the button, the fabric kept slipping apart no matter how hard she held it. Every time she moved, more skin showed.
’Why did I have to buy one size smaller?!’ She was cursing her past self who thought a tighter blouse would be more effective.
It was effective alright, but the problem was it was way too effective.
Dante sat there rubbing the red mark on his forehead and fighting back a grin.
He could still see the image of her breasts spilling out of that blouse, the way they moved when she panicked. His cock twitched in his pants.
"Turn around and face the other side" Natasha said in a voice that left absolutely no room for negotiation.
He turned around, but the moment his back was facing her, the grin broke free.
’Thank you for your service, little button. You really took one for the team.’
Behind him, Natasha leaned down to pick up the button. But just as her fingers closed around it, a thought crossed her mind.
’Wait. Do I even need to fix this? Isn’t this exactly what I wanted?’ The panic drained from her face.
The button crumbled to powder between her fingers and a slow, seductive smile curved across her lips.
She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and tied the two ends just below her chest. Her tits jiggled as the knot pulled tight and she paused, glancing down at the ridiculous amount of cleavage on display.
Ba-thump!
’I always made fun of those women who showed off their bodies instead of talking with their fists. But what the hell am I doing right now?’ A wave of shame hit her, but she shook it off just as fast. ’No. I’m only showing this to the man I love. It’s completely different.’
After steadying herself, she turned around and opened the book casually, pretending to read it like she hadn’t gone through it a hundred times already. "You can turn around now."
Dante turned around only to be hit with another HUGE surprise.
’What the hell? Is that the third form?’
Gulp!
[Oh Master, why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to teach me or seduce me?]
Natasha stiffened for a second after hearing his thoughts, but she kept her face perfectly composed.
[If she keeps this up, I’m going to get hard and it’ll be like that day all over again. I really don’t want that to happen.]
[Wait a second. Maybe she’s testing me. Yeah, that has to be it. If that’s the case, I’ll do my best too!]
’Who’s going to tell him?’ Natasha was genuinely amused.
If he knew she wanted that accident to happen and was actively trying to seduce him, she wondered what kind of face he would make.
She pretended to flip through the book for a moment before closing it. She looked at him.
"Strip."
"Wha-what?" Dante was really dumbfounded this time. ’Is she trying to get revenge? But that was the button’s fault!’
[She’s really serious about testing me. I’ll resist till the end! Until my last breath!]
"Master, I’m sorry but—"
"Take it off." She cut him off in a cold tone before adding, "I’m going to teach you the mana technique."
The moment he heard mana technique, Dante folded. He sighed and began to take off his shirt. Showing some skin for a Divine Grade mana technique was a steal. Besides, he was never truly planning to resist anyway.
Dante grabbed the back of his collar and pulled, but the fabric caught and bunched up around his shoulders.
Natasha sighed and moved closer. "Hold still."
She grabbed the hem and pulled it up, but Dante raised his arms to help and every muscle in his upper body flexed right in front of her face.
Her fingers dragged across his abs on the way up and she felt the hard ridges under her touch.
That familiar scent of his hit her nose once.
Her hand slowed down without her realizing it. Her eyes traced down his chest to that sharp V-line disappearing below his waistband.
All she had to say was that the shirt was really hard to take off.
Dante reached his hand out. "Can I get my shirt back?"
Natasha looked at the shirt in her hand, then at him, and something clicked behind her eyes.
She pulled it over her head and slipped it on before he could react. His shirt hung loose on her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder.
"You can have it back later." She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. She pointed at the floor. "Now, sit cross-legged. We should start."
Dante had a speechless look on his face as he sat down. ’This woman... if I’m not careful, she’ll take more advantage of me than I do of her.’
And he was absolutely right about that.
Behind him, Natasha buried her face into the shirt and took a long, deep breath of his scent. Her eyes closed on their own and a dumb smile spread across her face before she could stop it.
’I swear I’m not a pervert~’