Not paying much attention, I looked up to see Haruhi’s moderate and firm bare breasts coming up. Jumping off meant sure death, so I stayed onboard, for the better or worse. “It’s so hot!” Haruhi commented as she put her cups into place and put her hand over her head to strap on the bra. I was now in touch with the sweaty breasts that enveloped me like a giant slime monster. As the strap met and bra set in place, I was pushed further into Haruhi’s left breast. Funnily, even though it felt so firm, when I was pushed in, the breasts got squeezed into the shape so that there was enough room for me to breathe. It smelt of Haruhi so strongly that I felt like passing out. Everywhere I looked, smelt or tasted, it was Haruhi. I could even hear Haruhi’s steady heart beat, through the desne boobs that she possessed. My whole world could be defined in two words. Haruhi Suzumiya. This was a very different experience and from where I was, it was so hot, sweaty, tight and lack of fresh air, that I was congratulating myself on being even able to stay awake in such hellish place.
The day goes on as Haruhi wonders where I have gone, and me wondering whether Haruhi would kill me if she found me stuck to her boob.
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