55-Crawling

That morning.

I woke up struggling to breathe.

There was something massive pressed against my face.

It was blocking my airway, and I couldn't breathe in or out.

What the hell was this?

I wondered vaguely in my acid-depleted head.

Strangely, although it's hard to breathe, I don't feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary, it's strangely comfortable.

It even makes me feel happy.

It is true that the object blocking the airway is making it difficult to breathe, but instead it is indescribably soft. It was so comfortable that it was hard to leave.

It was plump and fluffy........it was also like cotton, but it seemed to have a more solid texture than cotton.

As I was thinking about this, the difficulty of breathing was reaching its limit. I could choke on it any longer.

I try to pull myself away from this comforting feeling.

But I couldn't move my body.

I didn't miss the feeling that made me feel so good.

I tried to move away, but something pressing hard on my back wouldn't allow it.

''Huh?　~~!

In earnest I became impatient.

Writhing in the agony of breathlessness, I desperately try to put my hand between my face and something that is blocking my airway.

But it doesn't work very well. The soft object changes shape flexibly from the edge of the touch and fills the gap perfectly.

Is this a new kind of attack?

I don't think it's surprising that I felt that way. After all, I was completely unable to breathe at this time.

I tried to back away and grasped the object with the palm of my hand as hard as I could.

''Yah!''

Then, as soon as he did, a strange voice came from above his head and tickled his ears.

The shape of the soft object distorted as I clutched it as hard as I could.

Then I finally inhaled as hard as I could through the slight gap that was created, and even the scent of sweat that seemed sweet mixed with the air flowed into my nostrils.

........I felt a strange sensation of discomfort, and turned my face upward, which I had managed to move.

''Oh my.

What was there was Kassandra's face.

Her cheeks were slightly reddened, as if she were embarrassed, but she had an expression that said she wasn't quite ready for it.

The distance between her and me was almost zero, so close that if I moved my head just a little bit, it looked like I could kiss her in a heartbeat.

And although I hadn't noticed it before, my whole body seems to be in close contact with something warm and soft.

It's a feeling of happiness and security, as if I'm being wrapped up in it, but....

After sorting out the situation in my head, I finally understood the situation.

'Kakkay, kassandra-sa--wapu.

My face turned bright red and I tried to distance myself from Ms. Kassandra, but she held me close and I was able to bury my face in her flabby fruit again - her chest.

'Hey, hey, hey!'

Oh no. You don't have to be so pushy.......you're quite a boy after all.

You're forcing me to do it!

The protests are also overwhelmed by my chest, which is physically and mentally destructive.

I'm now being hugged by Mr. Cassandra from the front. Both arms are around my back, and I'm completely locked in place.

I could probably push her off by force, but I didn't want to do that to a woman.

As I'm drowning in a sea of big tits while thinking about it, a shadow unexpectedly falls over me.

I had a bad feeling somehow, so I twisted my head and looked up and there it was.

''..........''

Sierra, I mean, good morning...?

My younger sister Sierra, who had an extremely grumpy face, was looking down at me with eyes that would have made a snowstorm in the middle of winter seem like a no-brainer.

Good morning brother...........

'No, no... Sierra, I think it was Miss Cassandra who forced you to--'

Yes, well, it's a cutting board anyway. If this is the case, I won't be able to sleep and wake up very well.

"I never said anything about Sierra having poor tits, did I?

See!　So that's what my brother thought of me, after all!　I can't believe it!　Pervert!

Sierra's face turns red and she starts screaming at me.

Then.

'Fluffy ... morning?'

Hmmm... like that, Leslie.

Perhaps in response to the volume of the voice, even Myl and Mei Fan woke up.

I mean, is Mei Fan slightly tongue-tied when she's awake? That's cute.

--I mean, this is not the time to be thinking about that!

If they see my current situation, both Myl and Mei Fan will almost certainly make the same mistake as Sierra. In some cases, they may even lose their trust and stop talking to me.......no, we don't need to worry too much about it.

Myl has always been close to me, and I've even bathed in hot water with Mei Fan.

However, it's not a very welcome situation to be misunderstood.

First Cassandra-san is an aristocrat....from a family with considerable authority and achievement.

She herself is renowned as the court's leading mage.

I decided to get out of here as soon as possible.

It's a good thing that you're able to get rid of the cat burglar and the other women in the village who use their eyes because you are a mage. ...

'Sorry, Sierra, we'll talk about it later!　"Spatial transfer.

Oh, wait, brother!　I'm not done talking about me--

I don't wait for Sierra to finish saying it and I use my magic to move to the mansion's cooking area.

She used to miss me, but since a few months before we left the village, Sierra's petulance has increased. Is it rebellion?　Is it just my imagination that I get the impression that I'm particularly nagging when women are involved?

Oh well. It's because I tend to interfere with my immediate family members. I'm sure that Sierra is the same way.