A Story About Silencing a Big-Breast, Silent Woman and Her Big-Butted, Small-Breast Mother—both killers—With a Dick. - Chapter 5

The incident where the woman I saved from the wild dog suddenly let me touch her br3asts.
…Well, I guess it’s presumptuous to say I “saved” her, since I practically dragged her away against her will.
More importantly, there’s the current situation.
The sensation in my hand is indescribably blissful.
That’s right, it’s a br3ast.
Br3asts are incredible.
There aren’t many things in this world that can make you happy just by looking at them.
And br3asts are one of those rare treasures.
And I’m actually touching one.
And it’s huge.
Huge br3asts possess a divine quality all their own.
They’re the very symbol of womanhood.
Of course, I adore them.
My current seminar is so stressful that I’m considering dropping out.
But if I knew br3asts like these were waiting for me at home, I’d probably head to the seminar with a spring in my step.
Ah, this is bliss.
But…

“Huh? Is this okay?”

The question I’d been pondering slipped out.
No, really.
Is this okay? Seriously?
The woman simply stared at me through her long black hair, showing no sign of squirming or resistance.
Well, she had led me here herself, so I’d be in trouble if she suddenly started fighting me off.
Still, how did things end up like this?
Was it because I saved her from the wild dog that’s still barking energetically outside the car?
Offering her body as thanks for being saved? Isn’t that a bit too “end of the century”?
Gulp…
My throat bobbed.
Honestly, I wanted to pounce on her eagerly.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her, even though she was bigger than me.
But she was… unusual.
Her face was obscured by her long black hair, and her work clothes were stained with what looked like old bl00d.
And she was standing alone in this remote mountain area.
Suspicious. Way too suspicious.
It’s incredibly suspicious, but… these br3asts are simply irresistible.
If she reports me for assault… well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes.
In the face of these br3asts, such concerns seem trivial.

“Th-then, I’ll touch them,”

I stammered, inexplicably using polite language as I reached out with my other hand.

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Up close, it was clear that she had developed an incredibly violent personality.
Taller than me, her chest strained as if about to burst. Though seated, it was clear her hips were equally prominent.
I’d never seen a woman this voluptuous, not even among the glamour models on TV.
Swallowing hard, I reached for her dirty work uniform.
It was stained with mud, but something about it looked like old bloodstains, as if splattered repeatedly over time.
Could it be her bl00d?
…No, if I were told it was someone else’s bl00d, I’d be terrified.
The work uniform was straining, especially around the chest. The buttons looked like they were about to pop off. Since the uniform couldn’t contain her, a deep cleavage was visible. Her skin was unnaturally pale, with a few smudges of dirt. The wild, feminine scent she exuded suggested she hadn’t bathed recently, and the dirt on her body seemed to confirm this.

“Well, I can handle it!”

If the smell were repulsive, I’d back off, but it wasn’t like that at all. The scent she emitted struck right at a man’s primal instincts—there was pheromone there. And with that erotic body…
I could definitely handle it.
I began popping the buttons of her work uniform one by one. The woman simply stared at me through her long black hair.
Good. No resistance, no signs of reluctance. That meant it was okay, right?
When I tried to pull her once, she didn’t budge an inch.
In other words, she was quite strong.
Perhaps even stronger than me.
If she resisted seriously, I’d probably get my ass kicked instead.
So, her complete lack of resistance meant she was okay with this.
Justifying myself, I finally managed to unbutton all her buttons and slowly slipped off her work uniform.

“Whoa…”

What emerged was a pair of voluptuous br3asts.
Bigger than anything I’d ever seen before.
Could they even be bigger than Yoshida’s face?
Yet they weren’t awkwardly sagging.
They were rocket-shaped, jutting forward like missiles.
Unbelievable…
How could something so massive maintain such a perfect shape?
Especially without a bra…
Her snow-white skin showed faint traces of dirt.
At the tips of her protruding br3asts were delicate cherry-blossom pink n1pples.
The areolas were slightly larger, perfectly proportioned to her melon-like br3asts.
And that was just right.

“Gulp. S-so, let’s get started…”

I’d feasted my eyes enough.
Now it was time to savor the sensation.
I reached out, but of course, I wouldn’t be so crude as to grab them roughly right away.
While rough handling might be fun during heated s3x, right now I needed to thoroughly explore every inch of this woman’s body.
Gently, I traced the contours of her br3ast with my palm.
It felt slightly cool.
As my hand glided across her br3ast, her body twitched with a small tremor.
Apparently, she was highly sensitive.
That made me smile.
When I reached the n1pple, the texture was noticeably different.
That difference alone was enough to excite me.
After tracing it for a while, the n1pple began to harden.
As I watched intently, it grew larger and larger.
The areola swelled obscenely, and the n1pple stood erect.
It was a lewd sight, so tempting I wanted to suckle.
Her work uniform was undone, exposing her erect, rocket-like br3asts.
With br3asts this large, her shoulders must ache terribly, right?
I lifted one from below to test its weight…

“Whoa!?”

A heavyweight settled in my arm.
Heavy?!
I occasionally lift dumbbells, but this was a different kind of weight entirely.
The cold, moist flesh clung to my skin.
Holding it from below made the weight even more apparent.
If she had to carry something this heavy around all day, no wonder her shoulders were stiff.
Well, I’d never even heard her voice, so I couldn’t know if she was suffering.

“…It’s kind of absurd, doing this with someone I’ve never even spoken to,”

I muttered, a wry smile creeping onto my face.
The woman simply stared at me as I fondled her br3ast.
Alright, I’d had my fill of her br3asts.
Next, I wanted to savor…

“Her armpit.”