Nora's hand trembled where it pointed, her eyes wide with disbelief. And then, almost without thinking, she rushed forward.

Her bare feet tapped lightly against the floor as she darted across the small space between them, the loose folds of her shirt fluttering with each hurried step.

The motion sent her massive breasts bouncing wildly, straining against the thin fabric of the white shirt.

They moved with a rhythm of their own—upward, downward, swaying from side to side like heavy, perfect orbs desperate to break free.

To Damien, the moment unfolded in slow motion.

His eyes locked onto that hypnotic movement, every bounce drawing his gaze deeper. Each rise and fall seemed exaggerated, slowed, as though the world had conspired to ensure he missed none of it.

The sheer weight of them, the way her nipples pressed so insistently against the thin fabric with every bounce, commanded his attention.

It was then he noticed something else—two faint, wet patches forming around her nipples.

Small, circular stains of moisture that had clung to the shirt, making the tips even more prominent, even more alluring.

Somehow, he had missed them earlier, but now their presence was undeniable. The sight only made her figure more obscene, more tantalizing.

Still, he barely gave them thought. His mind brushed past the details of those damp spots, choosing instead to wholly admit the perfection of the bouncing breasts themselves.

His gaze drank in every curve, every motion, storing the image deep inside him, savoring the sight.

But the indulgence ended as quickly as it had begun. In the blink of an eye, Nora was right in front of him.

She reached forward without hesitation and snatched the bag from his hand, her fingers curling tightly around it as if she feared it might vanish.

Her eyes fell on the contents within, her breath hitching in her throat as she spotted the neatly skinned pieces of rabbit meat inside.

For a moment she stood frozen, her lips trembling, her mind struggling to fully accept what she was seeing.

Then she gasped, her voice breathless, almost breaking into a sob.

"It's meat… it's really meat."

She clutched the bag closer to her chest, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

Then, in the next instant, she lunged at him again—this time not for the bag, but for him.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his torso, pulling him into a desperate, grateful embrace.

The impact pressed her enormous breasts flush against his chest, their soft weight molding against him with overwhelming intimacy.

He felt the warmth of her body radiating through the thin barrier of her clothes, felt the unmistakable hardness of her nipples dragging across his chest as she squeezed him tighter.

The sensation was electric. It sent a sharp spark racing down his spine, coiling low into his belly. A familiar stirring throbbed in his loins, undeniable and growing with every passing heartbeat.

The combination of her warmth, her scent, and the soft-yet-firm weight of her breasts pressing into him awakened that primal urge inside him again.

His lips curled into a subtle smirk as his eyes darkened, thoughts whispering through his mind like a promise.

'Soon… I'll also have you begging for my cock.' he thought.

Damien's arms slowly slid down her back, his fingers curling around the curve of her waist until his hands were resting just above the swell of her buttocks.

Her ass was so close—so large and perfectly rounded beneath that skirt—that his palms almost itched to cup the cheeks, to feel the way they would wobble and yield beneath his touch.

His instincts screamed at him to grab them, to squeeze or slap those fat mounds until she moaned in surprise.

But he forced himself to resist. Every muscle in his body tensed as though restraining a wild beast inside him, his self-control stretched thin.

With every fiber of his will, he held back, refusing to give in—yet the temptation was maddening.

Nora, lost in the excitement of the moment, didn't notice at first.

She clung to him as if he were her lifeline, burying her soft breasts against his chest, her nipples still rubbing faintly over the rough fabric of his shirt.

But after a moment she seemed to realize just how tightly she was holding him. Her breath caught in her throat, and slowly—reluctantly—she pulled away.

Her face was flushed a deep red, her eyes flickering with a mixture of embarrassment and flustered gratitude.

She quickly turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze, strands of her hair falling across her cheek to hide her expression.

Damien smirked smugly, the corners of his lips curling upward as he stared at her. His voice came low, calm, and filled with quiet confidence.

"I always keep my word."

Nora's eyes widened slightly at that, her lips parting in the faintest tremble.

She glanced down at the bag of meat still clutched tightly in her arms, her grip firming as though to reassure herself it was real.

The shine of disbelief hadn't fully left her gaze—but the joy had overtaken it completely. Without another word, she suddenly spun on her heels and dashed toward the kitchen, her skirt fluttering with each hurried step.

"Claire! Claire…" her voice rang out, excited and unsteady, echoing through the apartment.

Damien stood where he was, watching her with a strange glint in his eyes. A warmth stirred in his chest, mixing with that earlier hunger, and his smirk softened just slightly.

'It sure feels good… to see her happy.' he thought.

Moments later, Claire emerged from the room, her footsteps light as she followed the sound of Nora's voice.

She stopped as soon as she reached the kitchen entrance, her eyes locking onto the sight of Nora clutching the meat against her chest as though it were treasure.

Her jaw slackened, her expression painted with pure shock.

"That's…" Claire's words trailed as she stepped closer, her eyes darting between Nora and the bag.

Nora nodded frantically, still breathless. "It's meat! Actual meat!"

Claire blinked, then turned her wide eyes toward Damien. He still stood in the living room, leaning casually with that faint smirk tugging at his lips, watching them both.

"…How?" Claire asked finally, her voice carrying a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

Damien exhaled softly, the sound more like a quiet laugh as he folded his arms across his chest. His smirk deepened.

"You trust me, right?"

The question seemed to catch her off guard. Claire froze for a second, her lips parting in surprise. Her brows drew together slightly as though conflicted, and for a moment she simply stared at him, unsure how to respond.

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