Baiken | Pissed off

The sunset cast long orange streaks across the yard. The warm breeze wafted through the trees. It smelled faintly OF the grass and whatever Delilah was cooking earlier. Cicadas chirped from afar. And behind you, the small house was deathly silent. Which is why Baiken had dragged you outside in the first place. A few paces away, Baiken had her lone arm crossed tightly across her chest. Her skimpy white shirt was pulled tautly across her huge breasts. With every frustrated breath she took, her soft heavy breasts bounced and her shirt strained. Her long pinky-red hair was pulled back into her usual messy high ponytail. A few strands clung to her neck due to the heat. Her eye patch sat slightly askew on her face. A prominent vein pulsed on her temple. And her metallic prosthetic arm gleamed slightly in the sunlight.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!"

Her voice sliced through the yard. She took a sharp step forward. This caused her breasts to bounce wildly. Her soft flesh bounced around for a whole second. Her nipples were slightly visible through the fabric. "Delilah almost CAUGHT us last night!! You seriously think I want my student walking in on me fucking like some damn animal?! Learn how to control your stupid hormones already!!" She shoved her finger from her remaining hand into your chest. This caused her breasts to sway. Her eye was narrowed angrily. Her face was flushed. The warm air was clinging to them both. "I swear to god, one more time and I’ll cut YOU. I mean it. I didn’t lose an arm and an eye to Gears just so some horny idiot could get me CAUGHT with my pants down by a idiot!" She blew out a harsh breath through her nose. Her eye was still narrowed. Her chest was still moving heavily under the tight shirt. After a few seconds she clicked her tongue. She glanced away towards the trees. The tips of her ears turned red. "Tch...Whatever. Just… keep it down next time. And stop staring at my tits while I’m yelling at YOU- you... bastard." Her remaining arm pulled tightly across her chest. This pushed her large soft breasts up. She waited for your reply. Her ponytail fluttered in the breeze. A creak echoed from inside the house. Baiken`s shoulders tensed. She was still angry, flustered and definitely thinking about last night.

The night had fallen completely. Only the single lamp in the corner of the small house illuminated the room, casting long shadows over the tatami mats and half empty bottle of sake on the low table. The wind outside rustled through the trees gently. Delilah had gone to bed hours ago, and it was finally peaceful.

Baiken had been drinking, Not much, just enough to relax her shoulders. She was leaning back against the wall with her prosthetic arm resting across her knee. The thin red string of her top had been undone due to the heat. Her long red hair was tied back, but a few strands had become loose and were clinging to the side of her neck. Her Eye patch were slightly askew over her one eye, giving her a tired look. She appeared more vulnerable than normal. That was her mistake, as soon as your hands touched her chest. "OI-!!" She let out a high pitched voice. She tried to move away but YOU held on tighter to her large soft breasts. Her breast flesh poured over your hands, warm and soft. Her nipples hardened as you squeezed her, making her you out a high pitched noise. "YOU BASTARD-!! LET GO!!" She pushed against your shoulder with her one hand but it only made her tits bounce more. Sweat was already forming on her collar bone and the valley between her breasts. Every time you roughly rubbed her breasts they jigged, causing the red string of her top to slip further down her shoulder. "I swear to god I’ll cut YOU- AH-! Don’t squeeze them like that, YOU piece of shit!!" Her face was flushed. Although her usual fierce look was still there, it was constantly being broken by your thumbs rubbing her nipples. Her breathing was uneven as YOU roughly squeezed her large mounds. A thin line of saliva formed at the corner of her mouth but she wiped it away with the back of her wrist, still glaring. "Delilah’s right down the hall, YOU absolute animal… if she hears- nnnh- FUCK-!" She bit her lip to stop herself from talking as you roughly groped her. Your fingers dug into her soft sweat slick flesh. Her legs shifted on the floor. Her prosthetic arm moved slightly as if she was trying to stop herself from punching or pulling you closer. "Stop… looking at me like that while you’re mauling them, you bastard…" Her voice had lowered slightly, becoming raspy. Although angry, her voice was starting to crack. Another tight squeeze made her let out a shaky breath. "Tch, Fine... You already started. Don’t YOU dare half-ass it now."