Is it okay if I touch them directly? (R-18)

"I don't understand why men are so fixated on breasts. Do you only use your brains to think about such trivial matters?" Meiko said to men in general, but the look of disgust she directed at me was so strong.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious... about yesterday too. I remember helping you with that part, and you seemed to be..."

"You still putting up with that nonsense? You think I don't know the lewd looks you give me. In the end, you're the same as them," Out of nowhere, her long legs unexpectedly collided with my stomach. When I took a tumble, she was quick to get back up.

From below, I could only catch a glimpse of her face as it was partially obscured by her big breasts. She appeared to be casually observing an ant through her glasses. Meiko crouched down and settled herself on my stomach.

"Based on what I've seen of your performance, I'm willing to give you an opportunity. If you manage to convince Mari to have some alone time with me during her bath, I wouldn't mind if you touched my breasts."

I was pleasantly surprised when she agreed to my request. Initially, I had mentally prepared myself for the possibility of her murdering me here. Now, it was my turn to feel a rush of nerves, especially when she leaned in closer, giving me a better view of her cleavage.

"I won't do it until you let me touch it now."

"Kiyoshi, you bastard, since when did you grow some balls? Huh," out of habit, Meiko tried to reach for the whip hidden beneath her clothes, only to realize she was wearing a tight spandex top.

Feeling even more frustrated, she proceeded to throw punches at my face repeatedly, leaving me no choice but to defend myself. Now, instead of squatting, she simply sits on my stomach.

"What I did was no walk in the park, you know… Please understand, Vice President. Your feelings for Mari-senpai aren't that weak, right?"

"You fucking trash. Don't bring Mari into this," Meiko abruptly stopped punching me. It wasn't because she was tired but rather because she appeared to be deep in thought. After a moment, she finally stood up, allowing me to catch my breath.

As I experienced a sharp pain in my hand, Meiko nonchalantly reclined in her chair, her next words sending my heart racing.

"Sure, if you're ready to receive your gift, I can give it to you. Just remember, if you don't keep your end of the deal, your hand is at stake."

I already knew what would happen to my hands without me needing to ask. She's a heartless woman who won't think twice about carrying out orders. Even if Mari orders her to kill us, male students, she will do it.

"Come, you can touch it. I want to know what you get with this," opening her crotch wider as if inviting me to come closer. However, my focus at the moment is not on her shorts but rather on exploring her breasts.

I made sure to maintain a respectful distance, refraining from any direct contact with her breasts, as I was more driven by genuine curiosity rather than any inappropriate desires. That's what I want to instill in her.

Meanwhile, Meiko playfully touched her own breasts, giving me a mischievous look, "Don't you guys go crazy for these?" she teased. "Hurry up, I know you can't wait to bring out your wild side."

Her provocation had quite an impact, instantly arousing me. I also made an effort to maintain a firm grip on my hands while simply observing her breasts with curiosity.

"Vice President, you possess exquisite beauty breasts. Their complexion isn't overly fair. The surface is incredibly smooth, free from any imperfections. I've touched them, and they are very soft and supple," I blurted out, speaking my mind.

"Shut up! I'm not interested in listening to any more of your nonsense. You have no idea the extent of the suffering they've caused me," Meiko seemed taken aback when I began by complimenting her breasts. Her cheeks took on a subtle rosy hue, barely noticeable to the naked eye.

"It seems like it's not only men who pay attention to your breasts. I wouldn't be surprised if many women are jealous of you," even though I tried to convey sympathy, my actions spoke differently as my hands began to caress her chest.

True to her word, she didn't do anything even when she saw what I did to her breasts. It's just that Meiko's lack of reaction and apparent emotional detachment stood out. This is different from what happened before.

As I gently touched the raised area of her snug spandex outfit, Meiko blushed in response. She opened her mouth, but instead of a moan, another ridicule was directed at me.

"You are truly pathetic. It's no surprise that many males in society don't live up to expectations, regardless of age."

"What about women who envy you and would go to great lengths to have larger breasts like yours?" I understand that her dislike for men is extreme, but hasn't she also been bullied by women?

"They're equally foolish, but I've long since stopped dwelling on that. I simply need to have faith in myself and not worry about what others think of me, just like Mari once advised me,"

Has she completely forgotten about the women who have bullied her yet still hold a deep resentment towards men?

For some reason, I felt irritated, and I expressed it by gripping her breast firmly with my hand. Finally, I caught a faint moan escaping her lips.

Not holding back anymore, I started squeezing her breasts passionately, and even though she was staring coldly at me, somehow, I became even more excited. At this moment, her powerlessness only fueled my desire.

Thanks to the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts would noticeably change shape whenever I squeezed them. However, I couldn't help but feel that there was something lacking. Since earlier, her clothes prevented me from directly feeling her breasts with my hands.

"Is it okay if I touch them directly?" so that's what I said.