The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 605 - 96 - Chloe, The Portal Researcher (3)

I grabbed her clothes and ripped them open without hesitation, the buttons snapping off and scattering across the room. The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as her massive breasts, still confined within her bra, bounced free from their restraints, defying gravity with their sheer weight and softness.

Even with the bra still in place, their sheer size was overwhelming. How the hell was this thing even holding them? I-cup? No… this had to be a J-cup, at least. They were colossal.

I had already felt them earlier, squeezing their plush flesh through her clothes. But now, with only that flimsy piece of fabric separating them from my touch, their true size became undeniable.

And they looked so fucking juicy.

"One thing I've always been proud of is these," she said with a smug smile, cupping her own breasts as if to flaunt them. "I was told my breasts were particularly big. So much so that men couldn't stop staring at them. But I never paid them any mind—I was always too busy with my research."

Particularly big? That was an understatement.

These were monstrous. You could probably rest your head between them and sink into a state of pure bliss.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure as I reached out, my fingers grazing over her bra-covered flesh. The heat radiating from her skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then, without another word, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but within moments, she melted into the kiss. Instead of resisting, she pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around my neck as she deepened the kiss herself.

"Mnn… hmmmnn, mm… mnnn… slurp…"

Our tongues tangled together, twisting and curling in an intoxicating dance. Her breath came in hot, gasping against my lips, mixing with my own as I tasted the sweetness of her mouth.

As we kissed, my hands moved down, slipping beneath her bra. The moment I touched her bare skin, I felt just how incredible they truly were—plush, warm, and unbelievably soft.

These breasts were insane.

Even with how big they were, they had this elasticity to them, molding into my hands perfectly as I kneaded them.

Still devouring her lips, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. With one smooth motion, I pulled it down, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall away.

And finally, they were fully exposed.

My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me.

Her breasts were even more mesmerizing now that they were completely bare. Her nipples were inverted, tucked into the supple flesh of her areola, giving her an almost innocent allure despite the sheer lewdness of the situation.

But what truly caught my eye was the small beauty mark sitting right on the edge of one of her areola.

That tiny detail made them look even more mouthwatering.

Without thinking, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, sucking at the soft flesh, my tongue tracing circles over the spot where her nipple was still hidden.

"Ah…!"

She suddenly pulled back, breaking away from me as she pressed a hand to her chest, looking at me with wide, confused eyes.

"W-What are you doing…?"

"I'm just sucking it. Don't you want it?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Huh? Suck it? But… you're not a baby."

…Right.

So their knowledge of sex was that limited. Practically nonexistent beyond the basic act of penetration. If their education in sex was this stunted, then even something as simple as nipple play was something they had never even considered. They really thought it was just about a man sticking his cock into a woman, and that was the end of it? No foreplay? No teasing? No fun?

I let out a small sigh. Trying to explain would be a waste of time. Instead, I decided to show her.

Without warning, I latched back onto her breast, sealing my lips over her areola as I sucked firmly.

"Ah…!"

She flinched, her whole body jerking at the sudden sensation. Her hands flew to my shoulders, gripping them tightly, but she didn't push me away this time.

"W-Why…!?"

I ignored her protests, flicking my tongue over her nipple, teasing the sensitive skin as I sucked with increasing pressure. Slowly, I began pulling at the tucked flesh, coaxing it to come out of hiding.

"Ah… W-What is this…?"

Her voice wavered, her breathing turning ragged.

Now she was feeling it.

She might not have understood it before, but her body definitely did now.

Her chest heaved with every shaky breath, her grip on my shoulders tightening as she twitched under my touch. Every reaction was a silent confirmation—she was sensitive as fuck here.

A wicked grin tugged at my lips.

Now that I knew just how weak she was to this, I wasn't going to stop.

"Ahnnn, ahhh...! Yaaannnn~!"

Then, after a moment, her entire body tensed, convulsing beneath my touch as if an electric current had surged through her.

"Ah… something is…! Hnnnnn!"

Her voice quivered, her breath hitching sharply. A sudden tremor rippled through her, her back arching gracefully as if she had lost control over her own body. Her fingers clenched the sheets, gripping them with desperate strength while waves of pleasure coursed through her frame.

"Funaaaaaaaaaa~!! Ahhhhnnn...~!"

Then, just as quickly as it began, the tension snapped. Her muscles relaxed, her body sinking into the mattress like she had melted into it. A deep, shuddering breath left her lips, her chest rising and falling with erratic pants.

"Haaa… haaa… Did I… just orgasm…?"

Her dazed expression was utterly captivating.

Her skin was flushed, a delicate sheen of sweat forming over her trembling body. Her lips, slightly parted, glistened with moisture, as if still aching from our previous kiss.

The scent in the room was intoxicating.

Thick.

Heavy.

It seeped into my lungs, wrapped around my mind like an irresistible haze, clouding every rational thought I had left. It was her—her raw, primal essence—so potent that it threatened to melt my brain.

I swallowed hard.

The heat burning inside me had reached its limit.

Without a second thought, I flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Hyaa…!?"

A startled cry left her lips, but she didn't resist. Instead, she turned her head to the side, looking up at me with wide, confused eyes.

She didn't fight it.

She didn't push back.

She simply accepted it.

…She truly had no idea, did she?

She didn't know that there were different positions, different ways to do this.

Not that I planned on stopping to explain.

The sheer deprivation I had suffered for so long had pushed me to the brink. I was well past the point of patience—my body demanded to release all of it, and I was more than ready to claim what was in front of me.

Gripping her waist, I lifted her hips into position, angling them perfectly for what was to come.

Then, with one swift motion, I reached down and yanked her pants down to her thighs, just enough to leave her exposed. The fabric bunched up, framing her figure in a way that only emphasized her shape.

And what a shape it was.

Her thighs… thick, voluptuous, utterly divine.

Soft enough to sink my fingers into, yet firm with just the right amount of muscle.

Then, my eyes trailed lower.

Her panties.

I had noticed them earlier—how her bra was already elegant and seductive—but now, with nothing else in the way, I could truly admire them.

Lacy. Intricate.

A set so delicate and erotic that it was practically sinful.

The kind of lingerie meant to be worshipped.

But I wasn't going to waste time admiring it.

Hooking my fingers beneath the waistband, I tugged them down, leaving the garment pooled with her pants. And when I did—

A glistening string of arousal stretched between the damp fabric and her dripping pussy.

The sight alone made my cock throb.

A smirk curled my lips.

"You're very, very wet," I murmured, watching as a fresh bead of moisture trickled down the inside of her thigh.

She blinked up at me, her gaze hazy yet filled with curiosity. "Is that bad?"

Her voice carried a strange mix of innocence and something far more dangerous—something feral.

Her eyes burned with a frenzied hunger, a desperate, consuming lust that made her look positively intoxicated.

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"Not at all," I whispered, dragging my fingers through her soaked folds. "In fact, this is good. With how wet you are, I'll be able to enter you more easily."

A shudder ran through her, her breath stuttering.

"Is that so…?"

And then, just like that, she broke.

Her breaths turned shallow, quick, almost frantic. A tremor coursed through her body, her fingers clutching the sheets once more.

"Well then… if you would… please give it to me…"

Her voice quivered with something close to desperation.

"I want your scent to cover me completely… I want it to seep into me…"

Then, she gasped, arching her back slightly, her hips pressing into me as she panted, "Please… paint my entire body with your scent…"

…She really did have a scent fetish.

Her needy, pleading words sent a jolt of something primal through me.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I didn't want to wait any longer.

Without hesitation, I aligned myself with her entrance.

The moment the tip of my cock pressed against her, her juices coated me instantly, slick and dripping. The sheer wetness of her pussy clung to my shaft like the perfect lubricant, easing my entrance as I positioned myself against her.

I gripped her hips firmly.

And then—

I pushed forward, slowly sinking inside her, parting her soft, drenched folds as I buried myself deep.

"Ah… Haaannn~! I-It's coming…~!"

Her voice cracked, her body arching further, her thighs trembling violently as she took me in.

Tight.

So tight.

And just like that—