The Agony of the X-Pasties
Undressing wasn't easy either. I stared blankly at my breasts with a dumbfounded expression for a moment. This item—the breast covers were random too? There was no mention of that! Even if it's random, why the hell does it have to be such a vulgar shape...?
Those aren't breast covers, they're milk plugs right?
For real lol if those come off milk's gonna squirt everywhere ㄷㄷㄷㄷ
"Hnggh... Sh-shut up! I-I'm turning off the cam for a sec...!"
As it suddenly switched to an X-shaped cover, I panicked and hurriedly killed the cam. Even I knew this was way past what broadcasting standards would allow. If I kept streaming like this, the chat and donations would explode into chaos. I might've endured the heart shape somehow, but an X? No fucking way. It barely covered anything—suspension bait for sure. Screw reviews or whatever; I needed to survive first. Damn it, if I'd known it'd turn into something this trashy, I'd have checked it myself and killed the cam sooner! ...Too late for regrets now, though.
Anyway, with the review basically done, time to grab a cardigan. I headed to the closet and threw on one that went down to my thighs. It was from my guy days, so the size was loose enough to cover me perfectly. Perfect—I'll stay bundled up like this till the stream ends. ...Walking makes my tits bounce like crazy, though. Super annoying. Probably 'cause I couldn't wear the bra that usually supported these heavy bastards. This stream really drove home how precious bras are.
Back at my chair, I turned the cam on again and said, "Th-this should be enough review, so let's wrap it up. ...I'm kinda beat today."
Not selling the outfit and dipping?
"...Who the hell would even buy this."
"...Fine. Even if someone's buying, not selling this one's better for my mental health. No price will make me sell it."
From the chat reactions, there really were people who wanted it. ...Still, better to stash this Reverse Bunny Girl Set in the storage room. I wasn't short on cash anyway, and since I'd worn it myself, it felt gross. Imagining some dude smirking while holding it made me even less inclined to sell. Hell, even for a girl, this outfit's hard to wear. So what does that make me? The ultimate idiot who voluntarily humiliated herself in front of tens of thousands. Yeah.
After ending the stream, I face-planted onto the desk, using my tits as a pillow. I'd sat all day, but exhaustion hit hard. Fuck, why an X shape of all things? If the covers were random, there had to be normal ones... And with my bare tits out cooling off, it felt weirdly erotic—unlike usual. First time pressing my face against my own rack.
After catching my breath, I finally moved to ditch this godawful Reverse Bunny Girl Set. Slipping off the cardigan, my massive tits jiggled obscenely, asserting their presence. Shit, now I really felt how I'd looked on stream. Glancing down, all I saw was pale bare skin. Half-naked didn't even cover it. Was this even clothing?
Anyway, time to check my full look in the mirror. Earlier, shame had me killing the cam and covering up without a proper look.
Standing before the mirror, the first thing that jumped out was the blatant X-shaped covers plastered right in the center of both tits. Fuck, way trashier than I'd thought. Nothing like the heart ones. One word for my look? Viewers nailed it: trashy titty bitch cow.
...Staring longer would drive me insane with self-loathing. Better peel 'em off, shower, and crash.
But how to remove these breast covers? ...From past experience, injecting mana should make 'em vanish. But that'd mean enduring that insane stimulation again. Three times in one day? ...Hell no.
Honestly, the two earlier zaps had my body hypersensitive already. Especially these obscene udders—they were flushed and throbbing. Another hit? I'd cross the line for real. No stream, no holding back moans, no one watching—lust would overpower reason. So mana injection: rejected.
Only option left: peel by hand. ...If the maker was even halfway human, it'd come off manually.
I took a deep breath and gently scratched at the edge of the X cover with my fingernail.
"Ngh..."
...Just a light scratch on my tit with my finger, and a moan slips out? Ugh, must be the aftershocks from earlier.
Finally barely gripping the edge with my fingertips, I tugged at the sticker-like X cover stuck tight to my breast.
"Eh, eee?"
But why—why—why is it stuck so goddamn strong...! My hypersensitive tits meant I couldn't yank hard... But light tugs did jack shit. Looked like it needed real force...
I tugged a bit harder. My tit stretched this way and that following my fingers.
"Hngh, heek, uungh...! Pl-please come oofff!"
It was peeling slightly with force, but the stimulation was no different from when it generated. Fuck! If I'd known it'd need this much muscle, I'd have mana'd it off from the start! Unlike mana removal, doing it by hand added shame and humiliation since it was my hands stimulating me.
No choice—rip it off in one go. Deep breath, then yank hard.
Riiip!
"Kyaaah!?"
A intense jolt hit—pain? Pleasure? Hard to tell. I clutched my tit, panting in a daze for a while.
"Haa, haa, hnggggh..."
...One wrong item pull, and this is my hell. And to top it off, one cover was still stuck to my right tit.