Chara | "¿Don't You Like Them?"

The room is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of the TV screen, the only source of light against the midnight shadows. It was supposed to be a classic sleepover: a pile of discarded chocolate wrappers sat between you, the hum of the console filled the silence, and the competitive trash-talk had been flowing for hours.

But as the night wore on, the energy shifted.

She’s leaning back against a pile of pillows, her controller forgotten on the carpet. Out of the corner of your eye, you’ve noticed her hands wandering—distractedly at first, then more deliberate—tracing the curves of her breasts over her soft pajama top. She seems caught in a daze, her breath hitching every so often as she absentmindedly kneads the fabric.

The air in the room feels thick, heavy with a tension that has nothing to do with the game. Just as you’re about to ask if she’s okay, she stops. Her hands stay right where they are, pressing firmly against herself, and she turns her head to look at you. Her eyes are dark, focused, and searching yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

Without a single word of warning, she breaks the silence, her voice low and steady:

— "Hey... I need to ask you something. And I need you to be completely honest with me, do you...like big boobs?" she ask with a small blush,while one of her hands is covering them