Want to Touch My Breasts?
Brina's eyes, brimming with drunken haze, shook mercilessly. "Want to touch my breasts?" She rolled her gaze repeatedly, feeling my heated stare, glancing down at her own chest over and over.
Was she serious? Her reaction struck me as even more absurd. Come to think of it, back at the forge, she'd smack my ass as she passed or show that oddly carefree, uncle-like side—probably figuring I wouldn't find her attractive anyway. No wonder she wandered around in such thin clothes, even if the forge was hot... damn.
"R-Really...? You think my... breasts are... pretty...?" Brina stammered without hiding her fluster, but a faint smile crept onto her lips. It was probably her first real compliment on her looks and figure—she had no idea how to react, but in the end, a woman was a woman. She seemed thrilled all the same.
And thanks to that... "Eep...!" Brina, who'd had no qualms showing off what she thought were ugly to me before, finally lifted her arms to cover her chest under my unrelenting gaze. Not that it helped much—her areolas were plenty big to match those massive tits, and a hint of pink peeked through between her forearms.
"Y-You're staring too much, aren't you?"
"You wouldn't cover up even when I told you to earlier."
"Th-That was 'cause I was drunk and hot... I figured a guy wouldn't care about tits this big anyway..."
Her face, already flushed from booze, turned a deeper red for entirely different reasons. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden biting into that apple and suddenly discovering shame. It was her first time under a gaze like this, but she couldn't miss the lust in my eyes.
"Ahh... uh...?" Shame. Joy. Lust. Confusion. Drunkenness. The whirlwind of emotions made steam practically pour from her head as her face burned hotter. She stammered, unsure what to say.
With her head already overheating, the alcohol she'd chugged—enough to floor a dwarf—raced through her faster, ramping up the intoxication.
What the hell do I say in a spot like this...?
Brina: gripping a hammer since age five, twenty years as a pure blacksmith, a blooming 25-year-old virgin. Zero dating experience. Hell, she'd only ever dealt with dwarves—no man had ever shown her romantic interest. Steam rose from her head as she racked her brain.
Th-Think, damn it. Remember what those sluts groping each other in their rooms said!
Logically, with a naked guy in her room, kicking me out would've been easy. But drunk Brina couldn't think straight. Plus, she'd assumed she'd win the drinking contest and planned to proposition me after—treating me roughly now felt impossible.
So she dredged up chats from her few lady friends, all hooked up with guys. They weren't super close—most dove into cooking or alchemy—but dwarves being dwarves, they'd shared drinks and stories.
Ah, right... yeah...
In her booze-fogged mind, one memory surfaced. A rare tale from a dwarf woman who'd snagged a human outsider.
"That guy of mine? Sometimes he'd stare right at my tits, and I'd..."
She had tits like Brina's—huge, kept her single till she hooked a human and married him. Bragging over drinks, she'd said...
"W-Wanna... touch my breasts...?"
"......"
"......"
Silence hung for a beat. Then Brina realized what she'd blurted, screaming internally.
What the fuck was that...!
Why that line, of all things? The mood was awkward, the situation alien—she just needed to say something, and her brain spat out the first unfiltered thought. Her friend's boast matched this scene too perfectly. Deep down, it mixed my first "beautiful" compliment with her high opinion of my skills from seeing my Replication...
Anyway, it was all too new and flustering for her. Luckily—or unluckily...
"For real?"
"Huh?"
Yuseong. He wasn't the type to turn down a feast laid out like this.
...
A man and woman, adults alone, drinking. The moment I'd carried drunk Brina home, holding back had been torture. Pouncing on her goodwill felt like animal shit, so I'd endured... but...
Passing this up would make me a fucking idiot.
I had no clue what prompted her words—90% booze-talk, sure. But no take-backs. She'd said it, I'd heard it. I strode toward her fumbling self, closing the gap.
Thick booze scent mixed with faint sweat wafted over, her wavy brown hair swaying, emerald eyes right up close. Our gazes locked—her mouth snapped shut.
-Smooth♥
My hand reached for her breasts.
"Eep...!!"
She spotted it coming slow, body quivering, fists clenching and unclenching. Like when I'd poke her pride and she'd summon a hammer to smite me—the telltale sign.
But...
"......"
She just clenched and released. No hammer, no stop. Unhindered, my hand met her chest.
-Plop♥
"......Hnnngh...!!"
She squeezed her eyes shut like she wouldn't look, sucking in a huge breath. Did she know how that fueled a man's instincts? Her usual brashness crumbling into this gap-moe vibe made my hand bolder.
-Squeeze♥Squeeze♥
Oh...
Hand connected, I gripped slow, gave a gentle squeeze—and let out a dazed sigh of awe.
I'd eyed them plenty, but... goddamn, they're huge.
One tit took both hands and still overflowed. Size like this could sag ugly from weight, but Brina's bounced with perfect elasticity, holding that stunning curve.
Laila and Karen had big ones too... but this?
People call huge tits watermelons—hers earned it. And on her petite frame...
-Jiggle♥Jiggle♥
And this color...
Beyond size, the hue popped. Her skin tanned a sexy bronze from forge work, but her tits? Snow-white. Just the parts clothes hid stayed pale—like a bikini tan line. Maddening.
-Squeeze♥
"Hik...♥"
Tracing the tan-white line with my finger drew a cute whimper from her—like a fragile girl's. She clamped her mouth, eyes wide, shocked at her own sound.
"Has another guy ever touched them?"
She'd stayed shut-eyed and silent till now—perfect timing. Her sudden "wanna touch?" screamed inexperience, despite the boldness.
But her reactions say virgin...
Shy flinch, calling her body ugly—textbook untouched girl. Curiosity piqued, I asked.
"...O-Of course!"
Her eyes darted wildly, then she yelped high-pitched.
"...You have experience?"
"Y-Yeah! Guys would just grab my tits and..."
"But you said everyone thought they were ugly?"
"Th-There can still be experience!"
Fair. Dwarven beauty standards aside, she could've had guys. But...
Then stop trembling like that.
I wasn't squeezing hard, but her shivers and face killed her bluff.
Why front so hard?
Like during the drinking contest. Competitive streak? But no need here...
"Kh-hn."
"Wh-Why...!"
Her obvious lie cracked me up. She glared daggers, axe-eyes fierce.
No threat with her heartbeat pounding through the tit in my grip. Pointing out the fib would've been fun, but...
"Good thing. Guess I can go harder then?"
"Wh-What?!"
I switched tactics. I'd been gentle for her shakes—now I gripped firmer. Pudding-soft flesh mashed under rough handling, nipple peeking as my handprint bloomed red on the white mound.
"Eeeek?!♥♥"
Sultry moan burst from her. Fake composure shattered, eyes quaking wildly.
-Stiffen♥
Oh.
Despite her fluster, her body responded—nipples hardening stiff. Watching gleefully, I plunged my hand into her cleavage.
First shock: deeper than expected.
-Squelch...♥
"Huh?"
"...! Hn...!"
Second: slick wetness coated my hand. I'd known cleavage traps sweat, but this? Overflowing. Big tits meant big contact area—hers pooled sweat near spilling.
"Cleavage is soaked too."
"Ahh♥ Wh-Where'd you put your hand...!"
Curiosity surging, I slipped under the breast, lifting. Underside sweat spread, faint fresh sweat-scent wafting. She squirmed in shame, aware of her sweatiness—but I got hornier, diving into the sweaty crevice for more.
How's it sweat this much without stinking?
Should reek, but just booze and earthy dwarf musk. Her glistening tits looked filthier hot. I slid my hand lower...
"Eep...!!"
-Whoosh!!
Over her rock-hard abs toward ass—she jolted harder than before. I yanked back fast. Drunk or bluffing, going lower would end this bliss—gut feeling.
Shame.
Handling those tits was heaven, but missing that ass stung. Swallowing regret, my crotch throbbed. Rock-hard cock raged in my pants, demanding release.
So...
"Brina."
"Y-Yeah...?"
She sighed, mix of relief and disappointment at my halted hand. I went straight.
"Brina. I can't hold back much longer."
"Hold back what...? .....!!! Ah, ack...!!"
Her "experience" lie showed—she took forever to get it. But following my gaze to my bulging pants, she freaked.
"Brina. I..."
"N-No...! Not that, no matter what...!"
I opened slow; she guessed my plea, shaking her head. Drunk with subtle feelings, but no crossing that line?
Fine. I'd predicted it.
"Then... just your hand?"
"M-My hand...?"
Compromise. Absurd ask first makes the lighter one seem doable. She'd pictured full sex—handjob felt tame.
She blinked...
"Ah... too much, right? You seem inexperienced, so maybe I overdid—"
"Who said no experience...!!"
Baited her perfect—she bristled, accepting on cue.