Don continued to wave his hand in front of Elle's face but got no response. Eventually, the humming noise in the transportation sphere came to a stop, and the doors slid open as they arrived in a grand-looking dining area. Like much of the base, it also harmonized with the obsidian-themed design on its floors and walls.
The table was made of the same material, but unlike the one in the meeting room, it had a rectangular shape and possessed high seats that looked incredibly comfortable.
Don didn't pay much attention to the room as he was still trying to bring Elle out of her daze. As he was doing this, though, a pinkish mist suddenly appeared near him as Trixie appeared out of nowhere, now standing in front of Elle and Don just outside the transportation sphere doors.
She let out a yawn and stretched her arms, revealing her sharp canines yet again, but also causing her oversized shirt to rise, which in turn revealed the black lacy thong she was wearing. Trixie didn't seem to care that she was exposing herself and, after yawning, simply asked, "Are you guys done with your boring meeting already? I've been waiting forever for you guys to show up.
But what's wrong with her?"
Seeing that Elle wasn't responding to her, Trixie narrowed her eyes before turning to Don and asked this. He simply shrugged and said, "I don't know. She became like this after I told her to call me by my name so that I can also call her by her name."
"Wow, she's really down bad for you," Trixie bluntly said, not mincing her words at all. She brought her hand under her chin as if thinking of something. "Hmm, I've got an idea. Give me your hand."
"Sure," Don said, not really sure what Trixie was trying to do. He extended his free hand, which she held by the wrist before suddenly leaning forward and pressing his hand against one of her breasts.
Even though it was over her shirt, Don could still feel its ample softness and texture. Despite its small size, it felt incredible to hold. 'Wow, I really didn't notice her breasts before, but they feel amazing. Kind of therapeutic to squeeze,' Don thought.
Without Trixie needing to urge him, Don proceeded to give her breast a bit of a squeeze, which also seemed to surprise her as she let out a squeak.
A moment later, Trixie put on a devious smile and turned her head toward Elle before saying, "Elle, you never told me he was so good with his hands. I love how he holds my breast." Trixie purposely moaned out loud, almost instantly causing Elle to break out of her daze.
Elle first looked at Trixie, confused, then slowly lowered her head only to see Trixie's hand holding Don's by the wrist and Don's hand firmly resting on one of Trixie's breasts. Her eyes then seemed to widen slowly before she finally reacted. "What are you doing? Get off him!" Elle suddenly yelled, causing Trixie to put her hands in the air as she feigned innocence.
"What do you mean? He's the one touching my breast. I'm not forcing him to," Trixie said.
Elle lowered her gaze again and saw that Don's hand was still on Trixie's breast despite Trixie removing her hand. This made Elle turn her gaze toward Don, who couldn't help but think, 'Damn it, I've been played.'
Don was expecting the worst to happen, but to his surprise, Elle suddenly looked more sad than upset as she asked, "Do you really like her breasts that much?"
Don immediately removed his hand and shook his head. "No, no, it's not that at all. It's just that my hand slipped, and I ended up holding her breast. 'I'm really pushing that Honeyed Words trait,' Don thought, hoping his trait would help him pull through.
To his surprise, it did. "Oh, I see," Elle said, her expression softening.
'This trait is truly all-powerful,' Don thought, thinking that he had escaped a rather unsavory situation. Unfortunately for him, Elle wasn't done, as in the next moment, she proceeded to ask, "Did you like how they felt?"
Don was caught by surprise by this question and didn't know if he should answer truthfully or play it off. But just as he was thinking this, another idea appeared in his head, and he decided to truly test his luck as he gave a bold answer. "I'm not sure. I'll need something to compare them to. Can I hold yours?"
"What?" Elle looked confused as her cheeks immediately turned a rosy blush. She couldn't believe what Don just asked. Trixie, on the other hand, put on a devious smirk and supported Don's request.
"Oh, you kinky, kinky boy. Well, Elle, you heard the man. Let him cop a feel."
Before Elle could form a response, her mind was in disarray. 'He wants to touch my breasts? Why? Does he like them? What if he hates me? I don't have big breasts.
What if they're too small?' Elle continued to conjure up more and more unrealistic questions within her mind and failed to give an answer on the surface.
Thankfully, Trixie decided to take it into her own hands—literally—as she soon proceeded to grab Don's hand by the wrist before placing it on one of Elle's breasts. "There, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Trixie said.
"Hey! She didn't say to do it yet!" Don tried to argue, but Trixie wasn't hearing any of it.
"Oh, sure. You know you wanted to do it. Besides, does that look like the face of someone who was angry that you cupped her breast?" Trixie said.
Don looked up and saw that Elle now had a strange look on her face. It was like she was smiling, but her mouth was occasionally twitching. As for her eyes, they seemed to be somewhere else entirely. 'He's touching my breast! He's really touching my breast!' Elle thought.
'Is she gonna be okay?' Don wondered, but Trixie wasn't done escalating the situation.
"What kind of timid grabbing is that? Come on, give those melons a squeeze like a real man," Trixie said. Sёarch* The NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
As much as Don hated to admit it, Trixie had a good point. Since Elle didn't seem to protest, there was no reason for Don not to at least give it a firm squeeze, which is exactly what he proceeded to do. In the next moment, he held her breast more firmly and gave it not one but a few subtle squeezes before basically groping it at a slow, steady pace.
'Hers are a bit firmer and a bit bigger than Trixie's, but they also feel great. I can't pick a favorite. Even if I could, in this situation, I don't think that's a very wise choice,' Don thought.
As Don was lost in thought while groping, Elle finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Do... do you like it?"
Only once Elle spoke did Don realize that he was still passionately groping her breast. He quickly removed his hand and cleared his throat before giving a sincere reply. "Yeah, I do. It's a bit firmer but also bigger than Trixie's. Fits perfectly into my hand."
"I'm glad," Elle looked away from Don before admitting, though inwardly she was definitely more happy than she let on. 'He liked it. He really liked it. Should I let him squeeze the other one as well? No, no, he'll think I'm a pervert like Trixie. Don't react this way,' Elle thought, her mind racing.
Don showed a smile, thinking the situation was over, but Trixie opened her mouth yet again and proved him wrong. "Good. Now that you've given her a squeeze, whose breasts do you think feel the best?"
The moment Trixie asked this, Elle immediately stopped looking shy and seemed to lock her gaze on Don, waiting for him to answer. Trixie also turned to face Don, but she wore a mischievous smirk rather than a serious look.
Unfortunately for Trixie, it wasn't the first time Don had two women ask him to make a choice, so he cleared his throat and raised his head as he revealed in a serious tone, "Only shallow men compare breasts and asses. Me? I'm a man of all seasons. Big or small, soft or firm, round or perky, tanned or pale, real or fake—I love all breasts equally."