Chapter 289: Chapter : 289 : Boob War!

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.”

Ethan’s reply came out as a muffled, helpless groan—half-laugh, half-moan—lost between the warm valley of her cleavage. His breath was hot against her skin; he could feel her heartbeat thundering right against his face.

“See?” Liana crowed triumphantly, wiggling her chest so her breasts jiggled around his head. “He loves my boobs! He’s basically living in them right now!”

Mee’s eyes narrowed—jealous fire flashing. She growled low in her throat, a cute but possessive sound, and grabbed Ethan’s shoulders.

“No… he loves mine.”

She yanked him sideways—ripping his face free from Liana’s suffocating softness with surprising strength. Before he could even gasp for air, Mee pulled him straight into her own chest. Her breasts were smaller than Liana’s—modest, perky C-cups—but they were warm and firm, the torn edges of her uniform barely containing them. She pressed his face deep between them, smothering him in her own soft, slightly sweaty cleavage.

“Mine,” she hissed—voice trembling with competitive heat. “He’s my Kee.”

Ethan’s muffled moan vibrated straight into her skin. His nose was buried between her breasts, lips brushing the upper swell where her bra peeked out. He could smell her—sweet, feminine, with a faint trace of the healing salve still clinging to her skin. His cock twitched hard in his pants at the feeling of two different pairs of tits fighting over him.

Liana snarled like a wildcat.

“Hey! Give him back!”

She lunged again—grabbing Ethan’s head and trying to pull him toward her massive rack. Mee refused to let go. The two girls started tugging him back and forth like a toy—his face slamming from one pair of breasts to the other in a dizzying, heavenly blur.

Soft. Warm. Heavy. Jiggly.

One second his cheeks were buried in Liana’s overflowing, pillow-like tits—nipples dragging across his lips through thin fabric. The next, Mee was mashing him into her perky, firm breasts—her smaller size letting his nose sink deeper between them.

“Mine!”

“No, mine!”

Ethan was in heaven—literally the best day of his life. His cock throbbed painfully against his pants as the girls’ breasts bounced and squished around his face. He could feel their heartbeats, their warmth, the faint scent of each girl’s skin. Every tug made their tits jiggle and slap against his cheeks. He groaned—loud, shameless—muffled between them.

“Fuck… you two are killing me…”

Mee growled—frustrated and horny. She suddenly reached up with both hands and yanked open the front of Kee’s blazer she was still wearing. The buttons popped open one by one—revealing her black lace bra and the creamy, exposed tops of her breasts.

“Raw,” she hissed—voice trembling with need. “He gets mine raw.”

She slammed his face back into her bare chest—skin-on-skin now. Her soft, warm breasts enveloped him completely. The faint salty-sweet taste of her skin on his tongue. She moaned softly as his hot breath ghosted over her sensitive peaks.

Liana’s eyes flashed with pure competitive fire.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She growled low—feral and horny—then attacked her own uniform. Her fingers flew down the buttons of her blazer and blouse in record time. Fabric parted like water—her huge, heavy breasts spilling free in all their glory. They were massive—bigger than Mee’s by a full cup size—soft and heavy and perfect.

“Raw too!” she snarled.

She yanked Ethan’s head back toward her—slamming his face straight into her bare, enormous tits. The impact was obscene—warm, heavy flesh smothering him completely. Her breasts were so big they almost swallowed his entire head. Her nipples through the lacy bra dragged across his cheeks and lips as she wiggled—moaning loudly.

“Feel that, Onii-chan? These are way better…”

Ethan groaned—deep, guttural, lost in pure bliss. His face was being passed between two pairs of bare tits like a toy—soft skin, hard nipples, warm cleavage, the faint scent of each girl driving him insane. His cock was rock-hard and leaking in his pants. He could barely breathe—but he didn’t want to. He just wanted more.

Mee moaned—jealous and turned on—pressing her smaller breasts harder against his cheek.

“Mine feel better… he loves mine…”

Liana countered—shoving her massive rack forward until Ethan’s nose was buried between her soft, heavy globes.

“No way! Mine are bigger—hotter—he’s drowning in them!”

They kept fighting—tugging his head back and forth—pressing his face raw against bare breasts over and over. Soft flesh squished against his cheeks. Moans filled the room—both girls breathing hard, faces flushed, eyes glassy with possessive lust.

Ethan—trapped between them—was in absolute paradise.

The infirmary filled with wet, obscene sounds—skin sliding against skin, muffled moans, heavy breathing. Ethan’s face was shiny with their combined warmth. His cock throbbed painfully—desperate for release—as the two girls continued their jealous, horny battle over who got to smother him next.

“Fuck… you two… best day ever…”

Liana moaned—grinding her chest against his face.

“Onii-chan… tell her that you mine more… please…”

Flora watched from her bed—eyes dark with lust—whispering to herself.

“Gods… I need to get in on that…”

Ava—still standing nearby—had her hands clamped over her mouth, face burning crimson, tail thrashing wildly behind her.

Ethan—lost between two pairs of perfect, bare breasts—could only groan in pure, blissful surrender.

This really was the best day of his life.

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END OF Chapter : 289 : BOOB WAR!

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