NOVEL NEXT Chapter 379: Bright Purple Cherries
Yet even while awe coursed through him, a small part of him bristled in annoyance. The top of her sweater was dragged down—yes, but the bottom edge still clung stubbornly beneath her breasts, bunching under the curves like a barrier mocking him.
He lifted his gaze to her face, his expression a mix of admiration and irritation.
"Why stop there?" He asked, voice hoarse but playful, eyes flicking from her exposed cleavage to the knitted fabric clinging beneath. "Why not just take it all off? Why slip it down like this when I want to see you properly, without anything in the way?"
At that, her blush deepened, and she shook her head quickly. "I...I can't do that." She muttered, her tone small but stubborn. "The sweater doesn't just cover the top half. It covers...all of me."
"All of you?" Cassius frowned.
"Yes." She huffed, her embarrassment spiking as she fumbled for words. "It covers my...my secret places too."
Cassius blinked, confused, until his gaze followed the length of her body downward.
Only then did it click.
The long sweater draped down past her waist and continued further, covering the juncture of her body where human hips would've been, where pants or skirts would have normally hidden what she delicately called her "secret places."
But she was a lamia, and lamias couldn't wear such things.
For her, this single garment was everything: top, skirt, and undergarment in one and if she stripped it off completely, then every inch of her, including her ass, her crotch, everything, would be exposed all at once.
Realization spread across his face, and instead of disappointment, he simply smiled, mischievous and warm.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind that at all." He murmured. "I'd be happy to see all of you, even like that."
Her face went red to her ears. She scowled at him, puffing her cheeks, trying to mask her panic with indignation. "Idiot! There's no way I'm doing that."
"This is already too much for me! Don't think I'll just...shamelessly show you that part. Not happening."
"Fine, fine." Cassius chuckled, lifting his hands in surrender, though his eyes glinted with a heat that betrayed his restraint. His gaze dropped back to her chest, his lips twitching into a hungry smile.
"But at least do me one favor, hm? Take that bra off too. I don't want anything covering you when you're pressing those beauties into my face. No cloth between us."
"You...You're so impatient!" She sputtered, voice caught between fluster and protest. "Don't rush me. This is my first time...I feel embarrassed."
Her hands shook, but she moved them slowly behind her back, fingers fumbling at the clasp.
"And don't laugh...And don't stare too much as well."
She warned, as though he could ever obey such a command and with a tiny snap, the clasp gave way, and the straps slid loose against her shoulders.
The bra sagged, threatening to tumble away entirely and she clutched her breasts quickly, covering herself in a reflex of shyness.
But Cassius's expression stopped her.
His eyes were wide with anticipation, his face so open, so eager, that it was impossible not to feel the weight of his desire.
He wasn't teasing her, wasn't treating her like a curiosity, he wanted her, all of her, without restraint. And seeing this, her resistance melted and she drew a trembling breath, then released the cups from her hands.
The bra slipped down her arms and fell away completely.
Her breasts spilled free.
They spilled forward with heavy grace, the sheer weight of them dragging down and swaying as though gravity itself worshipped them and immidietly Cassius's eyes went comically wide.
They were colossal, twin globes of pale perfection, plump and impossibly soft, the faint sheen of her skin glimmering under the moonlight. Each breast was as big as his head, no, bigger, and when they shifted, the subtle ripple and bounce made his throat go dry.
And then he saw them, the nipples.
A gasp broke from his lips. "By the gods…"
Her nipples stood proudly erect, perked from nervousness, and unlike any he'd seen before, they were a brilliant, luminous purple.
Not dark and dull, but bright, like amethysts polished to perfection. They contrasted against the pale blue of her flesh, small vivid jewels adorning two massive thrones of softness.
"They're...purple." Cassius whispered in awe, eyes locked. "I've never, never seen nipples like that before. They look like flowers, blooming right on your chest." His breath caught, voice dropping husky. "So beautiful...so erotic...gods, I'm hard just from looking."
"S-Stop staring so much, you dumbo!" Her face went pink, and she half-raised her arms in a panic. "You look like a starving animal!"
"I can't help it. They're enchanting." Cassius only smiled, unashamed. "The size, the shape, those purple buds...I've never seen anything so divine."
"...Even now, when I'm dying, I feel more alive than ever, just from staring at your breasts."
Hearing this over the top praise, her tail thrashed, and she sputtered out a haughty declaration, hiding her embarrassment with bravado.
"O-Of course! Of course my breasts are amazing!"
"They're mine, after all. Every part of me is perfection, and these are no different! It's only natural you'd be enamored with them!"
Cassius chuckled, shaking his head. Shameless and proud, she never disappointed.
But her fluster was real, and he could see it, the way her blush deepened as she finally leaned down, letting her massive chest sway over his face.
"What...What should I do now?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling even as her body betrayed her pride. "I already showed them off...so...what now?"
Cassius tilted his head back slightly to look at her, grinning through the pain still eating at his body.
"No need to rush, little snake. Honestly, I just want to keep staring. I could watch them jiggle forever. They're enchanting."
But she shook her head, almost desperately.
"No! This is already too much. I just want to get it over with. And you're dying too! If you want to waste away staring at my breasts instead of touching them, then fine, die like that...But don't blame me."
Cassius laughed softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Alright, alright. Then come here. Place them over my face. Let me have a proper conversation with your breasts instead of your mouth."
"You...idiot…" She muttered.
But despite her words she did as he said and hung her body over his face.
The weight of them loomed above him, casting soft shadows, her nipples dangling close enough that he only had to tilt his head to brush against them.
From below, they looked like two enormous eyes staring back down at him, violet-tipped and unblinking and his cock stirred hard despite the pain still coursing through his body, straining in his trousers as if desperate to leap free.
Her voice wavered, sweet and unsure. "S-So....What...What should I do now?"
Cassius met her gaze from beneath the canopy of her chest, lips curling into a wolfish grin.
"Lower them. Press them down on me. Smother me completely until I'm drowning in your softness...Shake them, make them slap against my face. If I die like that, I'll go straight to heaven."
She gasped, her blush raging hotter. "Y-You idiot! Don't say you'll die while I'm doing that! I don't want to kill you with my breasts!"
He only laughed, his tone teasing, his eyes shimmering with heat. "It's fine, let me risk it. Let me die happy, if that's what it takes."
Her breath hitched, and after a long hesitation, she finally gave in. Slowly, nervously, she bent lower, her tail bracing her weight, until the first graze of her nipple brushed across his cheek.
A shiver ran through her, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Ahh…"
Cassius inhaled sharply as the warm, firm tip scraped down his skin. And then, with agonizing slowness, her enormous breast descended further, enveloping his features inch by inch until—
Whumpf!
—his face disappeared completely into her breast.
The world went dark for him, swallowed in heat and flesh. Her softness consumed him utterly, smothering, molding around the lines of his nose and mouth, her scent filling his lungs.
Only his eyes peeked out from beneath the overwhelming swell, wide and gleaming, while the rest of him drowned in paradise.
Her body, trembled, nipples tingling against his skin, while his muffled exhale reverberated through her chest.
Meanwhile, Cassius could hardly believe it. Acid still ate at his back, regeneration crawled sluggishly through his body, and yet none of it mattered.
Heaven wasn't waiting for him in death, it was right here, in the weight of her breasts pressing down against his face.
And she, flustered beyond belief, whispered breathlessly above him.
"I-I can't believe I'm really doing this…" Her tail tightened, her voice cracked with embarrassment, but she didn't pull away. "Y-You better not...you better not make me regret this, you idiot!"