Chapter 21: Who?
Ethan stepped into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto the unfamiliar faces. For a moment, he just stood there in confusion. Tobi and Lisa were sitting on the couch, but it was the other two people that caught his attention. A middle-aged man—Alven, judging by the name his dad had mentioned—and a stunning woman with long silver hair.
She wore a wine-red dress that clung to her bare skin like it was painted on—tight enough to expose every curve of her body beneath the fabric, especially the fat, juicy cunt pressing through the dress—like it was crying out to be ripped open. The deep neckline offered a teasing glimpse of her generous cleavage. Her long legs crossed elegantly, and a soft smile played on her glossy lips. Every inch of her radiated elegance, but the way her eyes slowly sized up Ethan made it difficult to ignore the subtle heat beneath the surface.
Before he could process everything, Mr. Willow's voice broke through the tension. "Ethan! There you are!"
Hearing Mr. Willow's voice, Ethan blinked and snapped out of his daze.
"Ah... Dad?" He muttered, still trying to make sense of the scene in front of him.
That's when the silver-haired woman stood up from the couch. Each bounce of her heavy breasts made Ethan's eye twitch, the wine-red dress rippling like it could barely contain their weight—like it was begging to tear, just to let those fat knockers breathe.
Aww, dear! You're Ethan, right?" She said with a warm laugh on her face, her voice laced with surprise and curiosity.
She didn't wait—just pulled him into her arms without hesitation.
Ethan froze instantly, barely able to breathe. Her arms were so soft... but those—
.....
"Oy oy oy oy oy... Hold up—these knockers are gonna crush me!!" Ethan screamed inside of his mind, his cheeks heating as his face squished between those fluffy mounds of meat.