Lloyd, the poor boyfriend, decided he needed a drink. He needed to wash away the memory of the "hand between the legs" hallucination he just had.

'I am tired,' Lloyd thought, lifting his wooden mug. 'My eyes are tired. I am seeing things. I just need some ale to calm my nerves.'

He tilted the mug back. Glug. Glug. The cold, bitter beer flowed into his mouth.

And just as the liquid filled his cheeks... Alex made his second move.

Juliana laughed so hard she threw her arms up in the air. This movement caused her tight leather chest armor—which was actually more like a crop top because fantasy armor is impractical—to ride up slightly. It exposed a sliver of her pale, soft underboob!

Alex didn't hesitate. He was a predator!

ZOOM!

His hand moved faster than the speed of light! It left her waist. It shot up like a rocket!

It slid right under the hem of her T-shirt and under the hard leather of her breastplate!

SQUISH.

He cupped it! He grabbed her entire left breast in his large, hot hand! He squeezed the soft, heavy mound of flesh right through her thin undershirt!

"HNGGG!"

Juliana's laugh cut off instantly. Her eyes rolled back. She let out a weird, choked noise that sounded like a strangled cat! She felt his rough fingers kneading her soft flesh right there in the open bar!

Lloyd, who was mid-drink, looked over the rim of his mug.

He saw it.

He saw Alex's hand clearly buried under his girlfriend's shirt, groping her boob!

PFFFFFFFFT!

Lloyd spat! He sprayed the beer out of his mouth like a fire hose! A mist of alcohol filled the air!

"COUGH! COUGH!"

But the disaster wasn't over. Because he spat with such force, the hot air from his mouth combined with the cold beer created a reaction!

FOG.

His glasses fogged up instantly! They turned completely white! He was blind!

"I saw it! I saw it!" Lloyd shouted, coughing and choking. "He touched her! He touched the... the mounds!"

He frantically grabbed the hem of his robe. He started wiping his glasses furiously! Rub! Rub! Rub!

"Let me see! Let me see the truth!"

He scrubbed the lenses clean. He put them back on his nose. Clack.

He looked at the couple with laser focus.

But... by the time his vision cleared... Alex's hand was gone.

It had teleported back to her waist!

Tickle. Tickle.

"What is wrong, Lloyd?" Alex asked, looking up with a concerned, innocent face. "Why did you spit your beer? Did it taste bad?"

Lloyd stared. He stared at Alex's hands. They were on her stomach. They were safe.

"But... but..." Lloyd stammered. "Your hand... under the shirt..."

He looked at Juliana for confirmation.

Juliana was sitting on Alex's lap. She wasn't laughing anymore. She was destroyed.

She was panting heavily. Huff... huff... Her chest was heaving up and down violently. Her face was a deep, dark crimson red. Sweat was dripping down her neck. Her eyes were glazed over and unfocused. She was giggling nervously, but it sounded delirious.

"Hehe... tickle... so ticklish..." Juliana mumbled, looking like she just ran a marathon (or had an orgasm).

Lloyd looked at her.

'She looks... she looks exhausted from laughing,' Lloyd tried to convince himself. 'Yes. That is it. She is sweating because she laughed too much. And Alex's hand is on her waist. I... I imagined it again.'

Lloyd slumped in his chair. He felt like he was going crazy.

"Sorry," Lloyd whispered, putting his head on the table. "My eyes... they are broken. I need new glasses."

Alex smirked at Juliana, squeezing her waist one last time.

"Don't worry, Lloyd," Alex said cheerfully. "I will take good care of her while you rest your eyes."

Lloyd couldn't take it anymore. His brain was fried. His glasses were dirty. He felt like his head was going to explode from the confusion.

"I... I need a drink," Lloyd muttered, standing up on his shaky legs. "I need something strong. I need the 'Dragon Breath' whiskey. Excuse me."

He walked away from the table like a zombie, heading towards the bar counter to drown his sorrows. Shuffle. Shuffle.

The moment—literally the exact second—Lloyd's back was turned, Juliana shot up from Alex's lap! Spring! She jumped up and stood in front of him, her face burning like a torch.

"You!" she hissed, pointing a finger at his nose. "Did you touch me? Just now? Did you touch my... my chest?"

Alex remained seated. He leaned back, crossed his arms, and shrugged casually. He looked like he was discussing the weather.

"Touch you?" Alex smirked. "I don't know what you are talking about. But... let's say I did. So what?"

"So what?!" Juliana whispered-screamed. "It is sexual harassment! It is wrong! You grabbed my... my boob!"

Alex's expression turned serious. He leaned forward.

"Told you, Juliana. I believe in fairness. I believe in Equivalent Exchange."

"What?"

"I will give you what you give me, right?" Alex explained his twisted logic calmly. "And I haven't fully given you what you have given me yet. A grabbing."

Juliana blinked. "A... a grabbing?"

"Yes," Alex nodded. "You grabbed my sword. You squeezed it. Remember? So, I have the right to grab your assets. An eye for an eye. A grab for a grab. The universe demands balance."

"You can't!" Juliana gasped, stepping back. "That is not how it works! You can't just claim my body parts as payment!"

"Yes, I can," Alex said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I will. I haven't finished collecting my debt yet. One boob is only half payment."

"You... you pervert!"

"Am I?" Alex tilted his head. "But you didn't push me away, Julie. In fact... when I squeezed it... you made a very cute noise. Hnggg. Like that."

He mimicked her noise perfectly!

"What if..." Alex smirked evilly. "What if you enjoyed it? What if you liked my big hand handling your heavy equipment?"

"NO!" Juliana denied it vehemently! She shook her head so fast her hair whipped around. "I didn't! I didn't enjoy it! It was just... shock! It was a reflex! I hate you! I hate your hands!"

She was blushing furiously. She was all red. She was protesting too much!

"Sure, sure," Alex chuckled. "Keep telling yourself that."

Just then, footsteps approached. Clomp. Clomp.

Lloyd was coming back! He was holding a glass of amber liquid. He looked a little bit more stable.

Juliana instantly changed her demeanor. She sat down on her chair (not Alex's lap this time). She fixed her hair. She put on a fake, stiff smile.

"Oh, hey Lloyd!" Juliana said, her voice an octave too high. "You are back! Haha! That was fast! We were just... talking about swords! Yes! Swords!"

Lloyd sat down heavily. "Right... swords..." He took a sip of his drink. Gulp.

Alex looked at the couple. He stretched his arms above his head. Crack.

"Well," Alex announced, standing up from his chair. "Talking about swords made me thirsty. I need a drink too."

He licked his lips, staring right at Juliana.

"I need something... hot and juicy."

He walked around the table.

Now, the "Rusty Sword" bar was crowded. The tables were packed close together. To get to the bar counter, Alex had to walk behind Juliana's chair.

But the space was tight. Very tight. There was barely any room between the back of Juliana's chair and the table behind them.

"Excuse me," Alex muttered.

He started to squeeze through the gap. He turned his body sideways.

Juliana was sitting stiffly. She felt his body pressing against the back of her chair.

Alex moved. And as he was directly behind her... he struck!

He didn't just squeeze past. Oh no.

He reached down with his left hand. Swipe.

He grabbed her ass!

And he didn't just touch it. He grabbed both of her firm, muscular, leather-clad ass cheeks with his large hand! And he squeezed!

SQUEEZE!

He grabbed them so hard his fingers dug into the flesh! He kneaded them like dough!

"YELP!"

Juliana let out a loud, high-pitched squeak! She jumped in her seat, her back arching violently!

Both Alex and Lloyd stopped instantly.

The bar seemed to go silent.

Lloyd put his drink down. He looked at Juliana. Then he looked at Alex, who was standing right behind her.

"What?" Lloyd asked, confused. "What was that noise, Juliana?"

Alex looked at Lloyd. He had a look of total innocence on his face.

"Yeah," Alex asked, looking down at Lloyd. "What was that noise?"

But here was the kicker. Here was the absolute trashy masterpiece of the moment.

While Alex was asking "What?", he didn't let go!

His hand was still there! It was still clamped firmly onto Juliana's left ass cheek! He was holding onto it like a handle! He was squeezing it rhythmically while looking the boyfriend in the eye!

Juliana was frozen. Her face was melting with shame. She couldn't say "He is grabbing my butt" because Alex would just deny it, and Lloyd was blind! She just sat there, trembling, feeling the heat of his hand branding her skin!

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