Ninamori took deep breaths as she watched the boy she invited over lick his lips clean of a strange woman’s breast milk. Ninamori turned to the intruder and tried her hardest to put a name to a face. The pink haired girl looked familiar, but Ninamori just couldn’t remember where she’d seen her. Then Ninamori had a moment of insight, this was the girl that had fought that spider thing that popped out of her headway back when she was doing that play with Naota. She remembered later asking Naota who she was and him muttering something about a house cleaner and pain in his ass. Ninamori relived that she had also spotted this woman before in Naota’s house when she had stayed over.

All this meant that this woman was staying with her Naota.
“Who do you think you are?” Ninamori demanded. Stomping towards the pink haired menace, she glared at her hatefully and wanting nothing more, but for her to burst into flames.

“I’m Haruko, sexpot and most titillating person in Naota’s life.” She pushed her inflated chest put, pointing her dripping tits at Ninamori as the girl advanced on her. Ninamori trudged to Haruko until they were only a few inches apart. Ninamori was embarrassed to see that she, like Naota, only reached the older girls chest. Ninamori got an eyeful of Haruko’s chest and was momentarily distracted by it’s size. They had to be nearly the size of her head and they seemed so flawless that it seemed hard to believe they were fake. Ninamori felt a pang of shame at seeing such a larger chest then hers. it killed some of her ire to see the huge rack, it wasn’t that surprising that Naota would want to fuck this big jugged beauty instead of her. Compared to Haruko, Ninamori felt that all she had were mosquito bites on her chest.

“What’s wrong with you?” Haruko asked, when she saw the fight disappear from her adversary’s eyes. “I thought we were going to have a catfight and Naota would jerk off to it.”

“Oh God,” Naota mutters. He shook his head, what Haruko said was completely inappropriate, but the most aggravating thing about it was that it was true. After getting a mouthful of her milk, Naota’s hormones had gone into overdrive. It was like all he could think about was putting his dick into someone. He didn’t care if it was Ninamori or Haruko. He just wanted to fuck. Naota’s attention returned to Ninamori, when he heard her snuffle.

“What’s the point, you could crush me with your chest. I’m too small to compare to you.” Ninamori had gotten into a full-blown bawl. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she held her sides and hid her chest under her arms.

“Of coarse you can’t compare to me,” Haruko said, surprisingly tenderly. “But maybe I can make you better. That way, Naota will be your little sex slave.” Haruko grinned viscously and Naota gulped in concern.

“How?” Ninamori asked, whipping her tears away with the back of her hand.

“You’ll see,” Haruko chuckled.