CHAPTER 123: I WANT YOU TO PRAISE MY BREASTS!

Yelena was satisfied right now, more than she had been in what felt like ages. She hugged Mika close, burying her face into his neck, her fingers gently combing through his hair as she snuggled against him in the steamy air.

This warmth, this closeness, it had always been her happy place, even before today. Whenever she was with her beloved Mika, all her worries, all her frustrations, melted away. That had always been the truth.

But today...today it felt different.

After everything he had done for her, every word, every kiss, every stubborn little act of devotion, her heart wasn’t just calm.

It was bursting. It was overflowing with happiness. Especially after hearing him call her beautiful, not in vague platitudes, but with such raw, shameless detail.

A man, her boy, had looked her straight in the eye and told her she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. She wanted to scream it out, to shout it from rooftops.

To tell the world that Mika thought of her that way.

Yet along with that joy, something else bubbled in her chest: excitement. Anticipation.

Because while she didn’t know what to make of all the shameless, dirty things he had said about her body...she couldn’t deny it. Every time he spoke of her, no matter how indecent his words, she felt giddy. Her skin tingled, her belly fluttered, her heart raced.

Which was why her thoughts slipped, inevitably, to the next step.

He had praised her ass. He had worshipped her belly and waist. Naturally, the next would be her breasts.

Her face burned at the thought, yet she couldn’t stop. She imagined all the different ways he might describe them, how he might pour his love into them with words just as filthy, just as earnest as before.

And a tiny, shameful part of her wondered, would he tell another story?

Another dirty tale of some other girl’s breasts, like he had with her belly and her ass?

The thought made her heart ache with jealousy, but also...twisted in excitement. She knew she shouldn’t feel this way, she knew it was dangerous, but it was like leaning over the edge of a forbidden cliff. She couldn’t resist.

Just as she was lost in that swirl of thoughts, Mika’s voice ran through them.

"Oh, what a surprise." He said lightly, almost teasing. "I was just thinking of moving on to complimenting those breasts of yours, the ones you keep smothering against my face right now. Since that’s usually how it goes: ass, waist, breasts. But..." His hand gave her side a little squeeze. "...it looks like I don’t need to anymore."

Yelena froze.

Her breath caught, her whole body stiffening in shock. She pulled back just enough to stare at him with wide eyes.

"W-What do you mean, Mika?" She stammered, her voice breaking. "What do you mean, you won’t do such a thing? Why...Why won’t you praise my breasts?!"

The words tumbled out before she realized how shameless they sounded. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t stop. Panic fluttered in her chest as she blurted.

"Is it too much for you? Are they...not good enough for you?" She hesitated, then with trembling hands, pushed her breasts up against her bra, as if to present them to him. "H-have they...sagged lately?"

Mika blinked, caught off guard by her desperation, then chuckled softly.

"No, no." He said, shaking his head. "Not at all."

Before she could question further, his hands slid beneath her breasts, pushing under the fabric of her bra until his palms cradled them fully. He lifted them up, squeezing gently, testing their weight.

"See?" He said as she flushed and bit her lip. "They’re not saggy in the slightest. Even without this bra, I can tell they’d stand proud. Upright. Perfect."

Her breath shuddered as he gave them a little bounce with his hands, making them jiggle before his eyes.

"Look at them." He murmured with a grin. "They’re full, soft, moving beautifully. They’re in perfect shape."

Yelena’s blush deepened, her heart pounding wildly as his words sank in. Yet still, her voice came out needy, almost pleading.

"Then...then why won’t you compliment them thoroughly, Mika? Why won’t you praise them the way you did my ass and waist?"

Mika met her gaze with a knowing smile.

"Because..." He said calmly. "I don’t have to anymore."

Her lips parted in wonder. "What do you mean?"

He reached into his pocket, and her breath caught as he drew out the artifact, the belly chain.

"This whole time..." He explained. "I was saying those things, those dirty praises, to unlock this. But..." He handed it to her, placing the cool chain in her trembling palms. "...it seems the artifact has already gotten enough. It’s unlocked itself."

Yelena blinked down at it in disbelief. The faint glow she had seen before was gone. The barrier was gone. "Th-This means...I can wear it now? Without any repercussions?"

"Of course." He nodded. "The chain’s already given in. Guess all that dirty talk overwhelmed it." He chuckled, leaning back. "Seems like we got lucky to do it so quickly."

But while Mika called it lucky, Yelena’s heart dropped.

She didn’t feel lucky. She felt...robbed.

Yes, his words just now had felt nice. Yes, his hands had proven his affection.

But she wanted more.

She wanted to hear him praise her breasts endlessly, to make her squirm and blush, to make her heart pound with every word. She wanted him to tell her a dirty, shameless story about another woman’s breasts, something to sting her with jealousy, to burn her, to make her feel even more alive.

She wanted it all.

The thought was dangerous. Reckless. Shameful. But she couldn’t stop.

Her fingers tightened around the chain. Her eyes trembled as she looked up at him, conflicted yet desperate.

"M-Mika..." She whispered, voice wavering. "Can’t you...can’t you still go on? Compliment my breasts. Praise them like you did with my waist. You teased them earlier, so...so shouldn’t you praise them now?"

He blinked at her, then smiled faintly, shaking his head.

"I already did, Ylena. Just now. I told you, they’re perfect. They’re in perfect shape. Nothing needs to change about them." His gaze dropped, lingering openly on her massive breasts as they heaved with every breath, sweat making them glisten faintly.

But Yelena didn’t accept it. She leaned closer, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shimmering with a mix of nervousness and need.

"But Mika...it isn’t the same." She whispered, her voice trembling with longing. "It’s not how you praised my waist and my butt. You went so far with those, you praised them in such detail, in such a...dirty manner."

"You even added stories about your past partners, about how you touched them, how you compared them...you said so many naughty things."

Her blush deepened, her chest heaving as she confessed.

"Things you’d never normally say to me." She looked at him with a dim, almost pleading gaze. "That’s what I want. Not just a simple compliment...but that. The way you consumed me with your words."

Mika stilled, his smile fading into something quieter, sharper. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying her face, her trembling lips, her restless hands pressing against her own thighs as if she didn’t know where else to place them.

He let the silence hang for a moment before answering.

"The only reason I went that far..." He said evenly. "...was because I had to. Because of the conditions we were under. I didn’t act6 want to. I’d rather keep things wholesome, simple." His eyes locked on hers, cutting right into her hesitation. "And now that it’s over, there’s no need for me to do that anymore."

Then, deliberately, he tilted his head and asked,

"So why, Yelena? Why are you practically begging me to praise your body like that?" His lips curved into a knowing smirk. "That’s not something a mother should be asking of her son, don’t you think?"

The words struck her like a slap. Her face was in a flurry. She opened her mouth, closed it again, her heart racing wildly as she realized he was right.

What excuse could she possibly give?

What reason could she offer that wouldn’t sound pathetic or twisted?

Part of her screamed at her to retreat, to end it here before she went too far.

But another part, louder, hotter, hungrier, refused.

Because she wanted this.

She wanted to know what Mika thought of her breasts. She wanted to know what his words would be like, how dirty, how consuming.

She had always heard whispers, how men cherished breasts the most, how they worshipped them. So, she wanted to hear it from him. She wanted to feel it.

It wasn’t just about confidence anymore. It wasn’t just about reassurance. It was about him. His truth. His feelings.

Even if she could never use that truth. Even if it was forbidden.

Her lips parted, and with a shy, nervous tone, she confessed.

"The truth is, Mika...hearing you call me beautiful and pretty, those simple things...it makes me happy. It does. I feel satisfied inside."

She glanced down, then looked back up into his eyes, her own shimmering.

"But when you say all of those dirty things to me, when you tell me how you love and cherish my body in such detail...it’s different. Completely different."

She shivered, her cheeks hot.

"It’s like you’re trying to consume me with your words. Every filthy compliment you give me, it’s not just confidence, Mika. It’s something more. It’s like being lifted into a place I didn’t even know existed."

"...A kind of euphoria I can’t explain."

A fragile smile touched her lips, followed by a soft, resigned sigh.

"It’s probably because you’re the most important person in the world to me. Because I care more about what you say than anyone else. Like I said before, just one word from you can change me completely."

Her voice cracked, but she forced herself on.

"You’re my baby boy, Mika. My precious one. So when you...when you praise me like that, when you treat my body like a treasure, like something you can’t get enough of, it makes me feel alive."

"It makes me feel like even if another woman came into your life, I could still be proud, because I’d know you cherished me this way. Cherished my body this way."

Her eyes fell, her voice trembling almost to a whisper.

"Even if you married someone else one day...and left me behind...I’d still know you once looked at me like that. That you once loved my body the most."

Her fingers clenched against his shirt as she added timidly,

"So...that’s why. That’s why I want you to praise me completely. Not leave anything out. I want to use it as a kind of...guarantee. Proof that I hold a special place in your heart, even if it’s only through my body."

Her words faded into the air, leaving only the sound of her shaky breaths, while she kept her gaze lowered, too shy to face him after such a raw confession.

Mika also watched her in silence, then let out a low chuckle.

"Yelena...do you realize how alien this sounds? How wrong?" He tilted his head, smiling faintly. "You’re basically telling me that even if I had a wife, even if I was in bed with her...you’d take comfort in the idea that I’d never be satisfied with her body."

"...Because it was yours that I preferred most."

Her face flared, as he leaned in further, his words hitting her like arrows.

"You’re getting indirect satisfaction out of that idea. That no matter who I marry, she’ll never compare to you. Isn’t that right?" He smirked, his eyes glinting.

"That’s not just wrong, Yelena...It’s taboo."

She flushed deeply, shaking her head in panic.

"I-I don’t know about that, Mika...I don’t know. These are just...my true feelings. I can’t help them. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I love you too much. It twists everything." She looked down, ashamed. "I don’t mean anything bad by it. I just...said what was on my mind. I’m in a vulnerable place, that’s all."

Her voice then fell to a whisper as she shifted as if to rise from his lap.

"It’s fine if you don’t want to do it. I was the one going overboard. I’m sorry for making it awkward. I’ll leave now—"

Before she could move, Mika’s hand shot down and grabbed her ass firmly, making her yelp as he forced her back onto his lap.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

He asked casually, his tone laced with amusement. His fingers squeezed her soft flesh, holding her in place.

"Don’t you want me to praise your chest now like you asked for?"

Yelena froze, her breath catching. She turned, stunned, her eyes wide.

"W-Wait...does that mean you’re going to do it? You’ll praise my breasts? Just like you did before?" Her voice trembled. "But you said you wouldn’t. That there was no need..."

Mika laughed softly, shaking his head.

"To be honest, the only reason I didn’t continue earlier was because my mouth was sore from talking so much filth. And I was sleepy. I thought I’d just escape to bed since the chain had already unlocked."

His expression softened as his hand lifted to her cheek, stroking it gently.

"But looking at you now..." His thumb brushed her skin tenderly. "...seeing how vulnerable you are, how needy you’ve become for my words, so needy you’d even admit you want me to think of you over my future wife, I realized I can’t hold back on you."

He smirked faintly, tilting his head.

"You really are a needy guardian, Yelena. Without my attention, it’s like you’d die right here, isn’t it?"

Her blush deepened, her lips trembling into a pout as she rubbed her cheek against his hand like a kitten. "B-But it’s really true, Mika...If you don’t give me attention, I really will drop dead right here. And then you’d be the one responsible..."

"Sure, sure..." Mika chuckled. "If your fans who idolise you find out how needy and clingy you actually are, they really might just faint on the spot."

Then, slowly, his hand slid down from her cheek, over her neck, and lower still, until both palms cupped the heavy weight of her breasts. He lifted them, savoring their heft, his thumbs brushing the sensitive curves beneath her bra.

"So..." He murmured with a sly grin, his voice low and teasing. "...to make sure you don’t die on me anytime soon."

"...why don’t I start by praising these milkers of yours?"

His hands squeezed gently, testing her softness, while Yelena’s face turned wet from all the perspiration. Her eyes widened, her lips parted in a trembling gasp.

For the first time that night, she felt the full rush of anticipation flooding her body.

Finally, she had gotten her wish, no matter how dirty and immoral it may be...