He gave a sharp, aggressive squeeze that forced a high-pitched whimper from her throat, and he laughed at the sound. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing her heated skin as he began to tease her with cruel, observant comments.
"For someone so obsessed with intellect and strategy, you certainly weren't thinking clearly when you chose this attire," he whispered, his hands continuing to knead and compress her massive tits with ruthless intent. "These things... they're practically begging for attention, aren't they!?"
"It's so big, so heavy... a distraction for everyone in the Academy!"
"Does Apollo know how much of a distraction you are? Or does he just see the 'Ice Princess' facade while these lie underneath?"
"S-shut up... just shut up!" Mireya pleaded, her head tossing from side to side.
