I could have kept them there as long as I wanted... sandwiched between Yuria’s thighs.
And since she’d said we would continue later... maybe she intended to sandwich something even more perverted next time.
"Hey, Ryouta! Are you even listening?"
"Eh? Oh, s-sorry."
I had been so lost in filthy delusions about Yuria’s thighs that I’d completely tuned out Airi, who was currently picking through the shelves beside me.
Airi and I were wandering aimlessly through the souvenir section of the highway service area.
"Geez! Tanaka ate all my snacks, so now I have to restock. Ryouta, you need to take this seriously too!"
"Seriously? They're just snacks..."
"They’re more than just snacks! Look, if I pick some random chocolate thing, my hands might get all sticky! Oh! Hey, look at this!"
Airi chattered away, her eyes suddenly lighting up as she pounced on a new find.
"Look, look! They even have breast-shaped pudding at this service area!"
Airi giggled as she held up the novelty "breast pudding," which caused the actual busty mounds of her chest to jiggle in sync.
"Wow, this is pretty bold, isn't it? I wonder if Tanaka would laugh if I gave her one of these?"
I felt a phantom tear prick my eye at the thought of Tanaka receiving breast-shaped pudding from a Busty Beauty like Airi.
There was truly no weapon more effective than an insult born of pure ignorance... or in Airi’s case, "pure thickness."
"Okay, I'll buy it! Tanaka seems like she’d get a kick out of it."
"W-Wait a second. I think Tanaka would have serious problems of her own if she was the type of girl to be happy about getting breast-shaped pudding at her age."
I tried to intervene before the tragedy could strike Tanaka—and her flat chest—head-on.
"Honestly, making such a fuss over novelty pudding. You’re the one who isn’t taking this seriously."
"I am taking it seriously! Besides, weren’t you getting all excited looking at the pudding too, Ryouta? You’re always such a pervert."
She teased me with the air of a bratty girl looking down on a pathetic loser.
This... busty brat!
But I wasn't about to fall for such obvious bait. I wasn't just some run-of-the-mill virgin anymore (whatever that meant).
I had dived face-first into Airi’s cleavage; I had felt Yuria’s bare breasts pressed against my back at the pool; and every single day, I received sweaty, lewd selfies from Rui after her track practice. I was an elite virgin.
In other words... I was currently an invincible man.
"Hah... you really think I’d get worked up over fake breasts like those?"
"O-Oh? Really? I thought you’d get excited over anything as long as it was a boob, Ryouta."
"Please. I look at your breasts every single day, Airi. There’s no way I could get excited over a plastic imitation at this point."
"Eh...?"
As I kept talking, buoyed by my own misplaced confidence, Airi’s face suddenly went slack with surprise.
"My... breasts... I mean, I know I said it was okay to look, but... I didn’t realize you were that into them, Ryouta."
Crap. I’d been engaged in something borderline sexual with Yuria just moments ago, and in that lingering heat, I’d let a massive sexual harassment comment slip out—the kind of thing I usually only said in my head.
"Ah, sorry Airi. I didn't mean it like that."
"A-Airi’s too..."
"Huh?"
"Are Airi’s breasts... going to be eaten by Ryouta someday, too?"
Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. Her voice was weak and trembling, laced with a bashfulness that felt far too real.
The moment the words hit my ears, an infinite stream of erotic scenarios flooded my brain.
(This is way too lewd! I can't stop!)
I searched the keywords "Airi, Breasts, Eat" in my mental library, and a literal mountain of thin books came cascading off the shelves. I was basically a perverted Philip.
"...R-Ryouta, you idiot! You still... can't!"
"Eh?"
"It’s okay to look... but eating is... still off-limits for now."
"O-Oh."
Airi was usually so oblivious to anything sexual despite her thick, curvy body, but the fact that she understood exactly what "eat" meant in this context made the whole thing feel ten times filthier.