Alone in the dressing room, Aria shamelessly and erotically undressed, followed by a deep scrub of her entire body to clean up. Of course, Tama took in every inch. A captivating figure that just begged to be touched, and not a single blemish or mark on her supple skin... but there was something that grabbed his attention more than anything else.

Two somethings.

It was those little devils on Aria’s chest, floating on the water’s surface. Drifting and swimming in the water, Tama couldn’t help but sneak peeks at them whenever he could

He had gone from enveloped in blankets to enveloped in breasts.

The... They’re huge! What even are these?! Appl—no, grapefru—no, melons!

Yes, this elf’s twin peaks were not hills, but mountains.

Even at a glance he could tell those sweater puppies couldn’t be kenneled in a cup size. That would have been like trying to store a desert in a litterbox. Still, if he had to think about it in terms of cups, they were... World Cup boobs!

It was a valley—no, a crevasse. With the exception of his head, Tama’s entire body was comfortably snug between Aria’s breasts. He could do nothing but shiver, eventually calming down and surrendering to his cozy cage, and overwhelmed by the sight themselves the street vendors gulped loudly without another word.