41: Tell Your Tits To Stop Staring At My Eyes

"Huge!"

"Shit! They're bouncing!"

"Are they natural?"

"You have to touch them first to know."

Whether they were men or women, many of the passersby couldn't help but stare at the woman standing beneath the awning of a grocery store. Her appearance had drawn so much attention that people passing by couldn't resist stealing glances at her.

She was wearing a black leather jacket that hung open, with an unbuttoned white shirt underneath that was fighting for its life. The open shirt revealed a huge portion of her huge mommy milkers, the soft heavy breasts spilling forward with deep cleavage on full display. 

She wore tight white pants that stuck tightly around her thick thighs and round ass, paired with long black boots. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, and she wore almond-shaped glasses that made her look far more mature and seductive than her actual age.

Meiko was completely oblivious to the stares people were giving her. Or rather, she was simply used to them by now. In her hands, she held a magazine featuring a conspicuous, shiny black motorcycle on the cover. She was reading an article about how to choose the best motorcycle for a beginner.

"Sorry, I'm late." Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. When Meiko turned around, she was greeted by Natsuo's handsome face and bright green eyes, which seemed to stare straight into her soul. He apologized with a warm smile as he handed her a bottle of water. "It's hot today."

"Indeed." Meiko took the bottle from his hand. As she did, her fingers accidentally brushed against his, making her heart skip a beat. 'We nearly had an unprotected hand touching!'

Because he had tried to help her by catching that molester, Meiko couldn't help but think about what had happened. In all honesty, it wasn't some heroic act of a man saving a beautiful woman or some cliché scene like that. She had actually noticed the molester before Natsuo did, but she had been waiting for the right moment to catch him red-handed and beat the shit out of him.

However, this was the first time a man had helped her out of kindness. And the fact that he was very handsome only made things worse. Meiko didn't know what had come over her, but she ended up asking for his number.

Even though she knew this could get her into trouble.

She studied at Hachimitsu Academy, a prestigious and well-known private girls' academy. It was a boarding school, meaning students could not leave the school grounds except on weekends or for special occasions. Moreover, all students were prohibited from having relationships with males.

For Meiko to get close to Natsuo could therefore get her into serious trouble, especially since she was the vice president of the Underground Student Council, which was responsible for enforcing the school's traditional rules.

Maybe because she had never had a normal conversation with a boy her age before, Meiko had become curious about boys her age, despite believing that most men were scum and trash. She and Natsuo had chatted occasionally throughout this week, and in the end agreed to meet over the weekend to check out some motorcycles.

Well, it had actually been Meiko who asked him to go out this Saturday.

"It seems you're really serious about buying one," Natsuo said, glancing at the magazine she was holding. However, it was difficult for him not to look at the deep valley of her cleavage. He genuinely wondered what she had eaten to grow that big.

Even mothers in their forties didn't seem to get this freaking big.

"Of course I am!" Meiko said seriously, then added, "Also, can you please stop talking to my breasts?"

"Tell your tits to stop staring at my eyes," Natsuo replied calmly. Then he started walking. "The dealership isn't far from here. Let's go."

"Bullshit!" Meiko said.

"You know the saying: When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back at you." Natsuo paused, looked back at her with a completely serious expression, and said, "I was only looking at the abyss."

Then he continued walking.

"Dafuq was that?" Meiko muttered. She looked down at her own breasts and had to admit that there was indeed a huge and deep abyss there.

'As expected, all men are the same.' Meiko rolled up the magazine in her hand and walked over to his side. Still, perhaps because the person staring at her was a handsome man, she didn't feel disgusted. If anything, she felt a little pleased that he found her attractive enough to stare.

Back in middle school, she had a strong sense of inferiority because of her breasts, which the other girls often bullied her over.

"Welcome, dear customers!" The two of them walked for a short while before entering a Suzuki motorcycle dealership, where a beautiful woman greeted them with a professional smile.

"We have multiple models this year, including the GSX series, DR series, MR series..." The woman seemed very enthusiastic as she stood close to Natsuo, leaning toward him as she showed them the lineup of motorcycles available. Her fragrant perfume drifted toward him.

"..." Natsuo tried to act normal even though he felt he was being harassed again by another older woman.

"...I want to see the Suzuki Hayabusa." Meiko suddenly slid between them, staring at the woman with a cold gaze as she pointed at the gray and black bike in the magazine.

"Yes, dear customer, we have a third-generation Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R," the saleswoman said. The smile on her face twitched for a moment, but she quickly maintained her professional smile.

At the same time, she cursed herself for being so obvious. She glanced enviously at Meiko for having such a good man.

'So big! It's unfair! Why can a person be allowed to be this lucky!' She inadvertently glanced down at her own modest breasts before looking back at Meiko, then clenched her fist. Inwardly, she wanted to roar at the heavens for being so unfair!

She took them over to a black and white motorcycle. This time, she became much more professional and began explaining the bike's specifications in detail, along with its price. She also explained the deposit and monthly payments if they wanted to purchase it on loan, as well as the paperwork they would need to handle and the documents they would have to provide.

'Perverted woman!' All this time, Meiko had been glaring at her with a scornful look, as if she were staring at a man who had tried to molest her on the subway. This was the first time she had ever seen a woman acting so shamelessly desperate in front of her, and it was quite an eye opener. It seemed that when it came to shameless people, neither gender was exempt.

"Can we do a test drive?" Natsuo felt that Meiko was standing a little too close to him, but when he noticed the protective look on her face, he decided not to say anything. Instead, he turned toward the saleswoman and asked about the test drive.

The saleswoman agreed to let them take the motorcycle for a test drive. However, Natsuo had to pay a deposit and sign a liability waiver before they were allowed to ride it.

"You want to come as well?" Natsuo asked Meiko once he noticed that she had followed him.

"Of course!" Meiko touched her glasses and nodded calmly.

"...Alright," Natsuo got onto the bike, then waited for her to climb on behind him. "Hold on tight."

Driving a bike like this was an easy matter for Natsuo. After all, he had purchased the Driving Skill from the Chat Group, allowing him to drive virtually any vehicle, whether it was a motorcycle, car, helicopter, or even a fighter jet. It had cost him 1,000 points, but in his opinion, it was well worth the price.

Speaking of which, he had also spent 500 points to purchase Writing Skills, which had improved both his writing speed and the quality of his work several times over. He had also bought Acting Skills for another 500 points.

'Soft!'

Suddenly, Natsuo felt two soft, heavy heavenly spheres press firmly against his back. The warm, full weight of Meiko's massive breasts squished against him. He tried hard to maintain a straight face.

Meiko was so freaking sexy! It was a crime for someone to have such a body. Those huge, soft tits alone were enough to drive any man insane.

Vroom!

As they drove out of the dealership, Natsuo felt Meiko holding onto him even tighter. His little soldier down there was starting to wake up and roar, especially when he heard her voice so close to his ear. She had rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice filled with excitement.

"This feels awesome!"

"Really? We are not driving that fast?" Natsuo glanced at her and spoke, trying to sound calm. Fortunately, he had the Acting Skill, allowing him to keep his emotions in check.

He was still just a teenager with raging hormones, and after injecting the Super Soldier Serum, those hormones had become even more intense. Being stimulated like this, of course, his Little Super Soldier would inevitably wake up and want to declare war.

"You know that you don't have to hold me this tight, right? Your breasts are touching me," Natsuo felt that he should remind her.

"Isn't it normal? The book said that the passenger at the back should hold the driver tightly to avoid falling," Meiko said calmly. She took out the magazine and tried to show him the page, but because of the strong wind, the pages kept flipping around.

"Is that so? Are you sure you are not doing it on purpose?" Natsuo said, sounding skeptical.

"Of course not! Who do you think I am?" Meiko immediately refuted his claim, even though her fingers seemed to be moving on their own as they touched his strong abs.

'A big breasted, sadistic woman?' Natsuo thought to himself.

"Can you go faster? Doesn't this thing go at 299 km per hour?" Meiko suddenly said.

Because of the bumps on the road, her body bounced against him. Her soft lips inadvertently brushed against his ear, and her massive breasts rubbed against his back with every movement.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Of course! The magazine said that we should test everything before buying it so we don't regret our purchase afterward," Meiko said seriously. She wanted to show him the magazine, but this time it slipped from her hand and flew away.

"No! It's gone!"

"You shouldn't be holding other things while you're on a bike. And hold on tight if you don't want to be the one flying off the bike next," Natsuo said, the corner of his lips twitching. He couldn't connect this cute girl, who was feeling sad over losing her magazine, with the sadistic woman who had kicked a man in the nuts.

"Hmm, speed up!" Meiko held him even tighter than before, pressing herself fully against him and flattening her massive soft breasts hard against his wide back.

Vroom! Vroom!

Natsuo accelerated even faster, weaving past the cars like a white shadow as he moved left and right through the traffic. With his Driving Skill and insane reflexes, the bike instantly reached 250 km/h, and its speed kept increasing as they raced through the middle of the city.

Neither of them was wearing a helmet, and the wind was so strong that Meiko was forced to squint her eyes. She instinctively held onto him tighter, her thighs clamping around his sides. All she could see through her blurred vision were buildings and cars flashing past them at incredible speed.

Although she had asked him to speed up, she hadn't expected the speed to be this freaking fast! At the same time, it felt incredibly exhilarating and liberating. She didn't feel scared that they might get into an accident. On the contrary, she didn't want this to stop at all!

About half an hour later, the two of them returned to the dealership, and Natsuo told the salesperson that he wanted to buy one.

"I'll take this one," Meiko pointed at the Hayabusa they had ridden earlier and said calmly.