30-minute Misha Smothering piece

Misha glances over her shoulder, a tinge of concern mixed in with her previous amusement. Her hands remain on the fringe of her shirt, as if genuinely considering the possibility rather than simply teasing me about it.

“Shhh... Only until Shicchan gets home.” She finally says, her usual volume having lowered just a little bit. Before I can react, she quickly pulls her shirt up and off of her body, revealing her voluptuous bust held back by a tight-fitting white bra, embellished with pink lace and ribbons almost as flamboyant as Misha herself. I remain frozen as she steps toward me, biting her lip as she reaches back to undo the straps.

As soon as her top falls, she covers her breasts with one arm and hooks the thumb of her other hand under the elastic of her shorts. She seems to change her mind on giving me the 'complete show' however, as she leans forward without continuing to strip, a teasing smirk on her lips – of course, the pose does nothing but exacerbate the massive amount of cleavage she's already showing off, and it seems that she's not going to let my excited stares go without comment. “What's the matter, Hicchan? It's fine if you want to indulge a little, but only this once~.”

Even though busty provenance has been laid out on a silver platter, I can't help but raise some concern. “What are you talking about? I can cover you for this month, it's fine. I know you've been trying to find a new job between classes, and-”

I'm cut off as she quickly leaps forward and straddles my lap, laying both hands on my shoulders and pushing me back into the couch. The sight of her pink nipples so close is enough to pacify me, and I'm left unable to respond as she continues with “No! Hicchan's always doing the chores, and picking up the mail, and cleaning up, and...” She trails off, seemingly at a loss for things to continue listing as her chest bulges dangerously close to my face. “Micchan will feel bad if she doesn't reward you, okay~?”

Before I can protest further, I'm enveloped in the soft warmth of her bosom. She wraps both arms around my head and pulls me into her cleavage with such energy that one would think this was planned in advance. Her breasts push against my face from either side, and I'm being hugged with such force that I can barely manage to breathe – efforts that are dulled even further by the excitement compounding with the fact that she can't seem to hold her hips still.

I lay my hands on her thighs, if only to try and hold her steady so she doesn't notice a certain something perking up from all of the sudden motions. “Misha... Please, you're going to suffocate me...” I just barely manage to say between quick breaths.

“Hicchan, please don't talk!” She quickly counters. “It's...” Her voice trails off into a barely-audible moan, quickly covered up by an energetic giggle and even more pressure around my head. “I'm really sensitive around there!”

Each time I let out a breath, she seems to stiffen up and press her breasts up against me with even more tension. This is made even more apparent by her breathing as her chest continues to rise and fall, swelling against my cheeks. At this point, it's pretty much pointless to resist, and I can feel myself starting to relax against her, my fingers beginning to sink into her thighs as I try to anchor myself to reality.

Just as soon as I start to calm down and go along with it, I can feel Misha scrambling to get off of me. Her breasts jiggle as she races to pull her bra on, not even clasping it shut before finding the shirt she previously cast down to the ground and struggling to pull it on and over her bust.

I open my mouth to speak out in confusion, but I freeze before any words come out as the front door swings open. Shizune steps in, clad in a black suit and pencil skirt from her internship. “[Hello.]” She signs upon noticing me, one brow raised as she's no doubt wondering why I'm sweating.