"P-please... don't joke." She averted her eyes, staring at the cracked floorboards instead of him, arms crossing instinctively over her stomach as if that could hide the jiggle of her belly or the way her nipples poked hard against the bra.
Viktor sighed, leaning forward on the sofa. "Come on, Helena. Did you forget our deal?"
She trembled harder, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "W-when you look at me like that... it feels embarrassing. It's as if my heart is racing."
His brow arched, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "So, are you enjoying my gaze?"
Helena bit her lip, the words sticking in her throat. "Y-yes... it's embarrassing, but strange. Like... butterflies in my stomach, but lower too."
He chuckled low, the sound warm rather than mocking, and stood slowly. His chubby frame loomed closer as he reached out, sliding one hand under her underboob—lifting the heavy weight experimentally, feeling the give of the flesh against his palm.
It was warm, soft like dough but dense, the skin smooth except for the faint stretch marks fanning from the underside.
"Thank you for your honesty," he murmured, then leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her flushed cheek. His lips were soft, stubbled from the day's neglect, leaving a tingle in their wake.
Her heart thumped audibly—or at least it felt that way to her—chest rising and falling faster. "M-my heart... it's racing now. Thumping hard, like it wants to jump out."
Viktor pulled back, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her bite her lower lip again. "Now that's very professional of you, Helena. Keep giving me that—every little detail, but to understand better, call these nipples and down there pussy... okay?"
"Umh..." Helena was burning with shame and embarrassment, wanting to drown in a drop of water or burrow herself in the ground while also shocked at how frank her young master had become... no, maybe he was hiding it in the main palace.
He guided her back to sit beside him on the sofa, the old wood creaking under their combined weight.
His hands went to her bra first, fingers hooking under the straps and easing them down her shoulders.
The clasp gave with a soft snap, and he peeled the cups away, letting her breasts spill free.
They sagged naturally under their own heft, pale globes with wide, dark areolas the color of rich earth—brown and textured like velvet, nipples already peaked into thick, thumb-sized nubs that stood rigid in the cool manor air.
Helena's arms twitched, wanting to cover herself, but she forced them down, eyes fixed on her lap. "T-they feel exposed... the air on them makes the skin tight... the... the nipples harder."
"Good," Viktor said, cupping one breast fully in both hands.
His fingers sank into the yielding flesh, kneading slow and deliberate—squeezing from the base upward, feeling the weight shift and the faint veins under the skin pulse with her quickened heartbeat. "Tell me about this. How does the pressure feel?"
She gasped softly, her voice breaking into a mumble. "H-heavier... like they're being held up, but... ah... when you squeeze the sides, it tingles inside, warm spreading to my back. But if you dig your nails in there—" She winced as his thumbs pressed harder into the soft undercurve. "Nnh... that stings, sharp like a pinch, makes me want to pull away."
He adjusted, lightening his grip and rolling his palms over the tops instead, thumbs circling the areolas without touching the nipples yet. The skin pebbled further under his touch, goosebumps rising in faint trails.
"Better?" he asked, watching her face.
"Mmh... yes, smoother... like a massage, but it makes my nipples ache more, wanting... something on them." Her words came halting, muffled by her bitten lip, but she pushed through, thighs rubbing together as heat built low in her belly.
Viktor's eyes drifted upward then, to the shadow under her raised arm as she shifted. A tuft of dark pubic hair curled there—coarse and untrimmed, a few strands damp with sweat.
He reached up curiously, pinching a few between his fingers and tugging lightly.
"Ah—! Young master..." Helena flinched, arm jerking down instinctively. "That hurts... pulls on the skin, like yanking roots, burns a little where it meets my chest."
He released it, rubbing the spot with his thumb in apology. "Huh? I see, that's strange."
His hands returned to her breasts, more confident now.
He took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching them in tandem—firm but not cruel, rolling the thick brown tips until they elongated slightly, shiny with a faint sheen of her arousal-sweat.
"Unhn...!" Her back arched a fraction, eyes squeezing shut. "T-the pinch... it's electric, shoots down to my... my pussy, makes it clench. But twist them slow... ahh... like that, it feels good, warm pull inside, like milk almost coming but not."
He experimented, pressing her breasts together from the sides—mashing the heavy globes until her cleavage deepened into a deep valley, nipples brushing each other and sending her a fresh shiver.
The flesh overflowed his hands, soft and pliant, with a faint milky scent rising from the warmth.
"Like this? The pressure between them?"
Her breath hitched, voice a broken whisper. "F-full... squeezed tight, makes them hotter, sensitive all over... nnh, the nipples rubbing... it's too much, tickles but deep, like I want more friction lower... my thighs feel wet now, slipping."
Viktor leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over one nipple before he took it between his lips—not sucking, just grazing with his teeth while his tongue flicked the tip.
The nub hardened further under the wet heat, swelling a bit more as blood rushed in.
"Ahhn—! W-warm and wet... the tongue is soft, circling makes it throb, but teeth... light bite, ungh... stings good, please pull tighter." She threaded her fingers into his hair without thinking, holding him there as her hips shifted restlessly on the sofa.
He switched sides, kneading the other breast while his mouth worked the first—sucking now, drawing the nipple in with gentle pulls that made it pop free with a wet smack each time.
Saliva trailed down her curve, cooling in the air and making her gasp.
"C-cold now... y-young master, it hurts, the tightness feels strange and heavy on my chest."
His free hand roamed lower on her upper body, tracing the soft pooch of her belly—fingers dipping into the navel, feeling the faint give there before sliding up to her collarbone, then back down to squeeze the sides of her breasts again.
Every touch drew a reaction: a wince when he pressed too hard on a rib, a soft moan when his palms flattened and massaged in broad strokes.
"Overall... your hands are rough but warm... everywhere you touch feels tingling... but the belly, soft squeezes make me shy, exposed... nnh, don't stop the breasts though, they're heavy, I need your mouth again there."
Viktor pulled back finally, her breasts flushed red from his attentions—nipples glistening, swollen to dark brown peaks that bobbed with her panting breaths.
He traced a finger down her sternum, over the quivering belly, stopping just at the waistband of her panties.
The fabric was drenched, a dark stain spreading, with the outline of her thick lips visible through it.
She trembled under his gaze, feedback spilling out unbidden. "I-I feel like I've gotten a fever... Young Master... body is burning."
His finger dipped lower, pressing firmly against the soaked cotton right over her clit—the nub swollen and pulsing under the pressure, coarse hairs shifting beneath.
"I think that's it for today... I can't control myself."