I’m sorry Miss, but I’ll have to work on those.

The direction of Miles’ eyes quickly told Helen where he meant.

"What...what... what do you mean?"

Helen stuttered, her eyes blinking rapidly and her face flushed with shy embarrassment. She pressed her arms, guarded over her boobs like the shared words of comforts seconds ago never happened.

’Jeez, how the fuck can she be so stubborn.’

Aggravated by the sight of those boobs, Miles clenched his teeth slightly. She was messing with him.

He exhaled and spoke calmly, words that every woman would never hate to hear, to some, it was even brainwashing.

"Miss, remember what we just talked about?" Miles reminded and her eyes quickly softened.

Seeing this, Miles nodded and continued.

"Miss, I tend to understand women due to being in this line of work. And honestly, I’ve sensed that you don’t feel good about your body, which is cruel because..."

When he said this, Helen’s breath hitched, her expression mirroring a look of curiosity at its peak, mixed with a bit of faint worry.

"...you have such great boobs."

’Yes! I said it. I definitely said it.’

The most heart fluttering compliment was often the most sincere one. Which is why Miles dared to say it, instead of saying a lie she would doubt every time she saw her reflection.

The room fell into a dazed silence, as Helen’s widened, shocked eyes stared at Miles in disbelief. She couldn’t believe it.

’It must be a dream–’

Before she could form this thought, Miles hit the nail in the head while it was still hot.

" –In all my life, I have never seen such perfectly shaped, round boobs like two balloons filled with water."

Miles spoke in such a tone that his eyes boldly stared at her boobs in amazement and his voice practically dripped with devotion, exposing his true nature.

’In fact, fuck it.’

Miles cursed and decided not to hold back his thoughts anymore.

"Do you know how many women lost their lives annually trying to blow their boobs? Ten thousand... Yet, you’ve got such wonders. The envy. The unattainable goal of thousands. You should never feel ashamed, Miss."

Miles concluded and finally shifted his gaze to meet hers after staring at her boobs for so long.

" Ahhhhh!"

Suddenly Helen squealed like a teenage girl who had just been proposed to, avoiding eye contact, she grabbed the pillow from the side and pressed it against her face as if wanting to suffocate herself .

To the side, Miles watched her try to stifle her giggles before falling silent.

Seconds turned into a minute before she lifted the pillow slightly and spoke.

" Do it."

She clenched the pillow tightly afterwards.

’Hehehe.’ Staring down at her, Miles grinned sheepishly and slowly pulled up her shirt. Ravishing in the delight of exposing every inch of her skin, he sure took his time.

In the next second however, Miles reached the limit of hardness as he caught glimpses of the cheeks of her boobs.

Swallowing his saliva out of thirst, he kept pulling up the shirt till two thick pinkish nipples were revealed.

Like two cherries on a cake dessert, the sight was extremely tempting, but Miles didn’t dive in yet. He kept pulling her shirt till it was hooked above her tits and picked up a bottle of aromatic oil.

"Miss, this technique helps refocus the direction of your blood flow, interrupting or stopping me before I’m done might raise precautionary retaliation in your body."

Miles explained in a warning tone and got a quick nod from her that caused her breasts to ripple like two waves.

Gripping the bottle tightly, Miles exhaled and poured down a yellow stream of oil from her navel, drawing a line upward to her tits.

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Meanwhile, lying on the bed with a pillow pressed against her face, Helen was nervously swarmed in her thoughts. Her whole body was tense.

Feeling the ticklish drip of oil against her skin made her curl her toes and bite her lips, holding back the urge to squirm and twitch to the funny sensation.

Knowing her boobs were laid bare before his eyes to feast on them didn’t help it but his words of compliments managed to ease her.

’Perfect boobs... He said he likes them.’

’So people die to have these?’

’I made him hard, the look in his eyes... like he would do anything I requested just to touch them. Hmmm–, he’s going to touch them. No one has ever touched my boobs since he passed away, I wonder how he’s going to like it. He’s so young... he is going to jerk at the thought of them.’

Remembering when she caught her own son years back, jerking to magazines, Helen imagined Miles doing the same about her tits and her heart beat quickly increased. She felt nervous and tense, a jittery sensation filling her like there was an adrenaline rush ready to let loose.

Helen intuitively bit her lips when she felt oil drip on her nipples.

That’s right, she had two sets of extremely sensitive nipples, they were her weak points. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

When Miles was done soaking her tits with oil, making it glisten, a strange heated silence fell.

Helen felt like she was being imprinted by his gaze, something within her squirming in excitement.

’Activate Blissful Hands. Plus 1 drop of aphrodisiac.’ Miles said inwardly to the system’s screen, unwilling to put his complete trust in Helen’s lust due to her unpredictable stubbornness, he decided to use an aphrodisiac to set loose those emotions held up within her for years without break.

Grabbing both sides of her waist, he embedded his fingers on her skin with firm precision that held despite her jerking upward from the bliss.

"Hmmmm-" moaning in delight, Helen dug her fingers into the pillow.

’What’s happening to me?’

It was as if his touch had sparked a flame within her. She reeled in thrill and delight,soon succumbing to the pleasure