Titan Rumble Ch 16: The Promise Of Things To Come!

(Cain) I held on for dear life. Yuna's hair was moving. No—whipping through the air like a goddamn roller coaster with no seatbelts. The win

(Cain)

I held on for dear life.

Yuna's hair was moving. No—whipping through the air like a goddamn roller coaster with no seatbelts. The wind was blasting against me, slamming into my face so hard that I could barely breathe.

And it was only getting worse.

She was speeding up.

Her sit-ups went from steady to rapid-fire, and every time her body shot up, the wind resistance nearly ripped me off the thick strand of hair I was clutching.

My fingers burned from holding on so tightly, but what the hell else was I supposed to do? Let go? Yeah, right. The second I did that, I'd be flying through the air like a helpless piece of lint.

I gritted my teeth as another burst of wind slammed into me, sending me swinging wildly.

"Yuna!" I screamed, barely able to hear my own voice over the whirlwind of air. "You insane, overgrown maniac, STOP MOVING!"

Of course, she didn't hear me.

Because I was a damn speck.

I could barely keep my eyes open as the wind got even wilder, my entire body shaking from the sheer force of it. It was like being strapped to the wing of a fighter jet.

And then—

My grip slipped.

For a split second, my heart stopped.

Then—

"SHIIIIIIIIIT!"

I was falling.

Plummeting fast.

Yuna's hair became nothing but a blur above me as I dropped like a rock, tumbling helplessly through the air.

I flailed my arms, desperate to grab onto anything—but there was nothing but open space.

And then—

BOOMPH!

I landed on something soft.

No, not just soft—warm.

And incredibly, incredibly massive.

I blinked in confusion, my brain still trying to catch up with what just happened.

Where the hell was I?

I slowly looked around, my body sinking into the plush surface beneath me. It was like lying on a giant, overheated pillow.

And then I realized.

I had landed between Yuna's breasts.

Oh.

Oh no.

My entire body froze.

I was right in the middle of her cleavage, completely engulfed by the sheer size of—

Nope. Nope, not thinking about that.

I needed to move.

I needed to get out of here before she noticed—

The world rumbled.

I felt it before I even heard it.

A deep, low hum vibrating through the air like the growl of some massive beast.

And then—

A voice.

"Mmm?"

I swallowed hard.

Slowly, slowly, I turned my head upward.

And there she was.

Yuna's massive face loomed far above me, her dark eyes glancing downward.

I watched in horror as her lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

Oh no.

I barely had time to react before a single, massive fingertip came pressing into my back, squishing me deeper into the warm, suffocating embrace of her chest.

"Enjoying yourself down there, tiny?" she teased.

"I hate you." I muttered, my voice completely muffled.

She laughed.

A deep, thunderous laugh that sent shockwaves through my whole body.

And then, as if things couldn't get worse—

She flexed.

The walls around me squeezed in.

"GAH—YUNA, YOU PSYCHOPATH!"

I thrashed, trying to break free, but it was no use.

Yuna laughed harder. "What's wrong, Cain? I thought you were tough?"

"I swear to god, if I survive this, I'm gonna—"

"Gonna what?" she smirked. "Punch me?"

"YES."

"Awww, that's adorable."

I hated her.

I hated her so much.

But more than anything—

I needed to get out of here before I suffocated.

And Yuna?

Yeah.

She was having way too much fun with this.

***

(Yuna)

I watched Cain struggle like a trapped insect between my breasts, squirming and kicking, but it was a losing battle.

I smirked, pressing them together just a little more—not enough to crush him, of course. I wasn't that cruel. But enough to let him know that I could if I wanted to.

His muffled screams only made me chuckle.

"What's the matter, tough guy? Can't fight your way out?" I teased.

"YUNA, YOU INSANE—MMMPH!"

His little fists were punching wildly at my skin, not that I could feel it. It was like being poked by a particularly aggressive grain of rice.

I let him struggle.

For a few more minutes.

Hey, I earned this after losing to him again. This was my consolation prize.

But finally, with a sigh, I decided I had my fun.

Using just my thumb and index finger, I reached down and gently plucked him from my cleavage.

Cain gasped for air the second he was free, his tiny body heaving like he had just swum across an ocean.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" he yelled up at me, still catching his breath.

I grinned. "That's what you get for sneaking into my room uninvited."

He blinked. Then his face scrunched up, like a light bulb had just gone off in his tiny little head.

"Wait a minute—" His eyes narrowed. "You knew I was here all along, didn't you?"

I gave him a smug smile. "Yep."

His jaw dropped.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, crossing his arms. I could tell he wanted to punch me so badly, but he knew better. "This is what I get for trying to be nice."

That caught my attention.

I furrowed my brow. "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

Cain stiffened, looking like he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

I leaned in closer, really close, until my face was right in front of him. My breath ruffled his tiny shirt, making him instinctively flinch.

"Come on, speck," I said. "What do you mean?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Then he finally looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm... sorry for how things turned out."

I raised an eyebrow. "Turned out?"

"I know how much you wanted to inherit your dad's dojo," he said, his voice more serious now. "Just like I want to inherit mine. I get it, Yuna. I really do. And I know losing—especially to me—was probably the last thing you wanted."

I didn't say anything.

Because, dammit, he was right.

Losing to Cain—again—was like a punch to the gut. No matter how much I trained, no matter how hard I pushed myself, I still wasn't enough.

That stung.

But instead of snapping at him, instead of pushing him away like I normally would, I just let out a long, deep sigh.

"You don't need to apologize," I said finally. "When it comes to fighting as equals, you're the better fighter."

Cain's eyebrows shot up like he couldn't believe I actually admitted that.

"But—" I continued, bringing him even closer to my face, letting my breath wash over him, "—I will win next time."

Cain, the cocky little speck, smirked.

"Yeah," he said, crossing his arms again. "Not gonna happen."

I smirked back.

Oh, we'd see about that.