Can I Lift Your Mom's Burden For Her?

"That I am. I have nothing to say against it." I put my hands up in the air and surrendered.

I thought that she would scold me even more after exposing who I really was. 

But to my surprise, she simply ignored me and looked down shyly while playing with her fingers and muttered something I couldn't really hear.

"So that means he really was only smiling because he saw me. So that means he really thinks that I'm pretty...Hehe"

Although I couldn't hear what she said, I'm pretty sure the white book, which is probably writing down everything that's happening here, also noted down whatever she said as some parts that could be detrimental to the story itself, which the protagonist himself doesn't know will be written by the book for a better reading experience. 

If I had the book on me right now, I could probably find out what she said. But I didn't bring it with me, and it was still in class. 

The book also had other similar features where it wouldn't simply use my perspective to write the story, for a better reading experience, to cater to whoever is reading this now, which I'll probably see in use later.

"What's got you smiling like that?" 

I asked after seeing Astrid mutter something and grinning like an idiot.

"N-Nothing! It's nothing!" She quickly snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and denied. 

"B-But really though. I can't believe you actually tanked all my hits and got up like it was nothing." 

She quickly changed the topic to divert my attention. She then looked at me in wonder, and a curious look in her eyes and said

"That's something that even the strongest minotaurs of my race, can't do so casually like you did. Just what is your body made out of?

"Especially your face. I thought I would at least bruise it a bit when I swung my horns around. But I didn't even leave a tiny scratch on it, and it looks good as new." Astrid said in amazement, as if she were describing a car.

"Is it really made out of flesh and skin? Or is there a layer of leather behind it all?" 

Astrid joked with a cheeky smile and brought her hands towards my face, as if she were going to feel my cheeks.

But just as her slender hand was going to stroke my face, her hand froze, and a look of realisation appeared on her face. She seemed to have realised how affectionate her action was, and pulled her hand back in embarrassment.

But before she could move her hand back an inch, I quickly caught her hand and said 

"Don't worry. I won't bite."

I then placed her fingers on my left cheek and let her caress my skin, which made her face slightly red. 

Seeing that her hand was already on my cheek and I seemed to be completely okay with it, her curiosity about my resilience got to her, and she slowly started to move her fingers up and down my cheek to feel it up.

She then swirled around my cheekbones and went down to my chin and used her thumb to nudge them, as if she were testing the fabric of the material she bought.

The curious look in her eyes got more obvious, and she brought her other hand to my other cheek to cover more ground since one hand wasn't enough.

She moved a little closer to me till her knees were touching my crossed legs, and she continued to feel up my face as if she were blind and wanted to know how I looked by touching it.

Her hands synchronised with one another, and they followed a single motion. 

Both her hands stroked my cheeks, then she streched my forehead with her fingers, and then used her thumbs to gently touch the outline of my eyes.

I saw that she was particularly fond of touching my eyes and brows, from the way her hand started to feel a bit warmer and the tip of her nose started to turn red, whenever she caressed my eyelids.

Even more of an obvious sign that she was getting some gratification from my eyes, were her fluffy ears that were perked up, and her grey eyes that looked enamored with my own.

I thought that she would stay on my eyes forever. But she finally moved her hands away from them, and started to pinch my cheeks like I was a child.

She tried to pinch them and pull them apart. But since I don't have much fat on my face, her efforts were futile. And she couldn't grab much, and could only pinch my cheeks using the tips of her fingers, which made her give a dissatisfied look and say 

"You really need to eat more. Look at how thin and bony you are. I can't even grab an ounce of flesh from your cheek."

"I think I'm what they called well-toned and fit. And not thin and bony, as you said." I said, as she tried her best to grab some flesh from my cheek, like she wanted to gobble it up.

"And I could say the opposite to you." 

I told and then looked down at her breasts, which were right before me. And while leering at her breasts in an obvious manner, I said

"I think you should start eating less, or else I'm afraid those balloons on your chest will grow a little too much, and you'll be unable to buy any clothes that fit you. 

I'm even a little scared your shirt will explode in my face right now, and rip it off with it's blast force."

"That's not something I can control!" 

Astrid blushed after seeing me ogling her chest, and pulled my cheeks harder as a form of punishment for doing so, and then continued to say

"I got it from my mom. So there's nothing I can do about it and can only let it grow."

"It's okay Astrid. Don't worry about it." I gave her a look of reassurance, which made her wonder what I was talking about. 

I then lifted my hands up, like I was holding a massive boulder, and said with confidence

"If there ever comes a day when your breasts grow so big, that you struggle to carry them. 

Then I'll simply be your burden holder, and I'll be by your side everyday and carry them for you."

"Pervert!" She blushed and pulled my cheeks even harder, while her breasts bounced from her exclamation.

"As if I'd let you do so!"

"I mean, if you don't want my help, you could always introduce me to your mom...Since it seems like she's carrying a bigger burden than you, from the words you said about her." I struggled to let out a few words from my mouth because of the way she was tightly pulling my cheeks.

"Nooo! I won't let you touch my mom either!"

Bam!~