Then Mee cleared her throat, loud enough to cut through the lingering tension like a knife.
"Li-chan…" she said, voice steady but edged with impatience. "You have your duel next. You need to go."
Liana whined instantly—high, childish, and utterly unashamed. She pouted hard, lower lip jutting out, then lunged forward again, wrapping both arms around Ethan's head and yanking him face-first into her massive, soft chest. Her generous breasts—warm, heavy—enveloped his face completely, smothering him in plush, lavender-scented heaven.
"I don't wanna!" she wailed, voice muffled against his hair. "I want to cuddle with my Onii-chan~"
She pressed harder, deliberately squishing her tits around his cheeks and nose until he was drowning in softness. Her nipples—already stiff from the earlier excitement—poked through the thin fabric, brushing his lips with every shift.
"Onii-chan…" she cooed, voice turning syrupy sweet. "Tell her how much you love my boobs."
