The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1113 - 170 - To The Kingdom Of Giants (4)

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked straight at me. The shift was subtle at first—just a glance—but there was intent behind it. Then, without hesitation, she reached up and pulled aside the clothing that had been covering her chest.

My eyes widened instantly.

There was no preparation for it, no warning. One second she was standing there, and the next, her bare breasts were fully exposed to me, unapologetic and bold. It wasn’t just the sight that stunned me, but the confidence behind the act. She didn’t look embarrassed. If anything, she looked like she was daring me to react.

Her breasts could only really be described one way: pretty big. Big enough that gravity naturally tugged at them, giving them a slight sag, yet not in a way that suggested softness or weakness. I knew—without even touching them—that they were firm. That gentle droop wasn’t from age or lack of strength; it was simply because they were heavy. Gravity was doing what gravity always did.

Her body, overall, was muscular, but not bulky. It was the kind of physique that didn’t scream power, yet quietly demanded respect. Her muscles were there, clearly defined, but tamed—like they were being held back beneath her skin. You wouldn’t notice them immediately unless you knew what to look for. It was only when she moved or flexed slightly that her strength became obvious.

My gaze wandered, and I didn’t even bother pretending otherwise. It drifted shamelessly across her body before inevitably settling back on those massive jugs. Her figure followed the perfect curve of an hourglass, her waist narrowing just enough before flaring out again, each curve flowing naturally into the next. It felt intentional, like her body had been sculpted rather than born.

Honestly, standing there and looking at her like this, I couldn’t help but feel like I was missing out. Not still fucking her at this point felt like a crime against common sense.

Tilde, standing nearby, was clearly caught off guard by the sudden move. Her eyes widened for just a split second before she caught herself. Whatever surprise she felt, she buried it quickly, straightening her posture as if refusing to be outdone.

"Two can play that game," she said.

She stood up, her movements deliberate, and strode toward me with confidence. Just like Meria, she grabbed both sides of her clothing and pulled them apart, revealing her bare breasts without hesitation. And it was immediately clear—hers weren’t about to lose to Meria’s.

They were just as big, heavy with fullness. Gravity pulled at them too, giving them that same illusion of sagging. But again, it was obvious that beneath that weight was firmness. They held their shape, proud and solid, the illusion existing only because of their size.

Meria and Tilde turned toward each other, their eyes locking in an unspoken challenge. Neither of them moved to cover themselves. Instead, they stood there, openly displaying their breasts to me like trophies.

"Look at them, Husband," Meria said, her voice confident and just a little smug. "Mine are better, right?"

Tilde scoffed lightly. "Your tits are way too big. Obviously, mine are better because they have better consistency," she said, then glanced at me. "Right, Leon?"

I froze.

This wasn’t a situation I had prepared for, mentally or emotionally. Two pairs of eyes were on me, both demanding an answer I genuinely didn’t have. Choosing one felt like a death sentence.

Then, before I could say anything, both of them moved at the same time.

Each of them grabbed one of my hands and pulled them forward, guiding them straight onto their breasts.

The contact was immediate—and shocking.

I nearly let out a stupid, comedic kyuun sound as my palms sank into the softness and bounced slightly from the impact. I barely managed to hold it in, clenching my jaw like my dignity depended on it.

Seriously... these pairs felt like two different heavens.

Meria’s breasts were soft, but not weak. They yielded easily under my touch, melting into my hands in a way that felt dangerously addictive. It was the kind of softness that made you want to keep squeezing, just to feel it again. Yet beneath that softness was firmness, enough to push back, enough to bounce right back into shape when I released them.

Tilde’s were different, but no less impressive. They were also soft and firm, but the sensation wasn’t the same. Hers didn’t bounce as much, but there was a noticeable elasticity to them. When I squeezed, they resisted just slightly before returning to their original form, like they had a quiet resilience to them.

"Well, Leon?" Tilde asked. "Who do you think is better?"

"Mine, right? Husband...?" Meria added, her tone softer but no less demanding.

Both of them stared at me, their expressions filled with expectation. They weren’t just asking a question—they were seeking validation, wanting to hear that they were the best.

And honestly?

I had no idea what they actually wanted from me.

Still, an idea started forming in my head. A dangerous one. If they were already this far, then maybe... just maybe, I could turn this situation to my advantage.

"I don’t really know," I said slowly. "I can’t really feel the difference properly like this."

I smirked as their brows furrowed.

"Why don’t the two of you do me between your breasts?" I continued. "That way, I’d be able to tell the difference. There’d only be one point of contact."

A double paizuri. There was no way I was letting an opportunity like this slip by.

They both looked at each other, clearly confused. It was obvious they hadn’t expected that suggestion, let alone understood it immediately. So I spelled it out for them, still smirking.

"Press your breasts against me and use them to pleasure me."

They exchanged another look, surprise flashing across their faces. It wasn’t something they expected to hear from me—but after a moment, they complied.

I laid down on the ground. The snow beneath me was cold, biting even through my clothes, so I quickly layered some fabric beneath my back to make it bearable. Thankfully, we had enough on hand. Not that it really mattered in the moment.

Both of them looked down at my towering cock, already leaking plenty of pre-cum. They swallowed hard. The sight alone seemed intimidating—especially for Meria, who still hadn’t had sex with me yet.

Then they moved closer.

Their breasts pressed together around my cock, and instantly, I was enveloped in warmth and softness. It felt unreal, like my cock had been swallowed whole by some massive marshmallow monster.

They drooled onto their breasts to reduce the friction, letting them slide smoothly along my length.

And the moment they started moving, my mind went blank.

I felt like I was going to melt.