«If it's my breasts you want, then take them, Aoshi… they're all yours,» Eliss whispers — her face contorted with uncontrollable desire, her eyes half-closed, glazed with a lustful shine. Then, with a swift motion, she pulls her tank top off from underneath and lets it slip to the floor beside the futon.
And now, nothing stands between Aoshi's disbelieving, awe-struck eyes and the sight of Eliss's bare, glorious breasts. Even without any kind of support, they hold their perfect shape — firm and full, like sculpted marble, their size nearly that of two ripe melons. Their flawless curves and proportions are so breathtaking that even the most jaded plastic surgeon — a man who's seen every kind of breast under the sun — would have fallen silent in awe.
