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EP.198 [Elf Princess Priscilla’s Breast Complex.♥] 

“Hngh! Haaah! I love it! Brother, I love it so much! Hnnngh! Haaah!” 

Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle! 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Squelch! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

Elizabeth, in her Anna Parisienne see-through nightgown, was overwhelmed with pleasure from Eugene’s beastly thrusts. Her huge F-cup breasts bounced spectacularly with every movement. 

“My Elizabeth’s boobs! You really are a woman of the Oblaing family, Elizabeth! Those huge things are jiggling fantastically!” 

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! 

Squish! Squish! Thrust! Squelch-squelch-squelch! Thrust! Squish! Squish! 

Eugene looked down at Elizabeth’s breasts, unable to suppress his thrill. They were truly amazing. On her slender body, the F-cup breasts looked almost drawn on, perfectly shaped and bouncing dynamically. 

“Even touching them from behind like this feels amazing, my little sister Elizabeth! How can you have such big, firm, and soft breasts? My dear sister! Your body really knows how to drive your brother crazy!” 

Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! 

Pump! Pump! Pump! Squelch! Squelch! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

“Hngh! Hngh! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!” 

Even from behind, it was the same. Eugene Schneider hugged Elizabeth from behind, grabbing her heavy breasts that hung down like a milk cow’s, and was deliriously happy. Seeing those huge breasts spread out on her small frame gave Eugene an even greater sense of conquest. 

‘Why are all of them so big-breasted…!’ 

Even at the Imperial Knights’ arena, Eugene’s sex never stopped, and Priscilla watched all of it. Jeanne, then Vivian, then Elizabeth-Eugene Schneider had been on a rampage, sleeping with woman after woman. That was the image of Eugene and his sex that began to take root in Priscilla’s mind. 

And all three women Eugene slept with had huge breasts. He was obsessed with them, enjoying them throughout sex. As a B-cup, Priscilla couldn’t help but be self-conscious. 

‘Even if I move like this, mine don’t jiggle like that!’ 

Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! 

Secretly, Priscilla returned to her true form and tried bouncing in a self-riding pose. But she couldn’t get the dynamic, milky, jiggling motion that Jeanne, Vivian, and Elizabeth had. Her self-esteem dropped. As her feelings for Eugene grew deeper, she developed a subconscious “big breast syndrome.” 

As a result- 

‘Ah! The mage’s huge boobs!’ 

Freeze! 

Priscilla suffered from serious big breast PTSD. She was used to Jeanne and Sophia, so she didn’t feel it with them, but in front of Victoria-or especially Elizabeth, whose clothes emphasized her huge breasts-she became extremely self-conscious. That was part of the reason for their frequent tension. 

“Even a few days ago, when you were with the mage in the captain’s tent, you were squeezing her huge boobs so much! Hnnngh… My boobs can’t do that…” 

Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake! 

Priscilla recounted all the sex scenes she’d secretly watched, covering her face in distress and shaking her head in self-blame. With her B-cup breasts, she felt she couldn’t satisfy Eugene, who was obsessed with big chests. 

‘That’s why she asked about big breasts when we were installing the totem.’ 

Eugene Schneider completely understood Priscilla’s relative breast insecurity. When she saw the totem’s statue of a big-breasted nude woman, she’d asked his opinion about large breasts. Her trauma was so deep, she even felt PTSD toward a statue. 

And that meant- 

‘Priscilla must really like me.’ 

It was a sign of how much she loved Eugene Schneider. 

“Priscilla, don’t you remember what I said when you asked me about big breasts while looking at the totem carving?” 

Sss... 

Eugene moved closer to Priscilla, who was hiding her face, to heal her wound. 

“I said big breasts are nice, but if it’s the woman I love, it doesn’t matter. That was my honest answer, before I even knew your feelings, Priscilla.” 

He’d given a sincere answer because he’d sensed something in her eyes and tone. Normally, he would have teased her, saying he preferred big breasts, but that time, he was serious. 

“I… I do remember you saying that…” 

Priscilla’s voice trailed off as she recalled his words. She had clearly taken to heart his statement that he loved any breasts if they belonged to the woman he loved. 

‘I felt so good hearing that… but then that night I saw you having sex with the mage again…’ 

In truth, Priscilla had been greatly comforted by Eugene’s sincere words. Her confidence soared. That night, she watched the training in a good mood, feeling happy. But by dawn, she saw Eugene and Elizabeth having sex, and once again saw Eugene going wild over Elizabeth’s huge breasts, which shook her confidence. 

“Big breasts? Sure, I like them. The captain, Vivian, and the mage all have them. But to say I wouldn’t be satisfied with your breasts, Priscilla, is unfair-at least to me.” 

Pat…! Pat…! Pat…! 

Eugene, seeing his words were working, patted Priscilla’s head and continued to reassure her. His way of caring for the mental state of three women was practically that of a therapist. 

“Give me a chance to prove it, Priscilla. Give me a chance to show you that I can go crazy for the breasts of the woman I love. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything as your comrade to not deserve that chance.” 

As a trusted comrade in the mercenary band, Eugene used that as leverage to ask for a chance to prove himself. 

“Hnnngh… My mate really is the best comrade and has shown me such wonderful things… Hnnngh…” 

Hesitate…! Hesitate…! Hesitate…! 

Priscilla hesitated, her hands fidgeting. She wanted to be loved. With so much anxiety, she craved Eugene’s love and the happiness it brought. So if there was even a small excuse, she wanted to cling to it. 

“Hnnngh…! I think doubting my mate is a bad thing… I’m not a bad elf…” 

Sss... 

In the end, her desperate desire overcame her PTSD, and Priscilla dropped her hands from her face, making a feeble excuse for herself. 

“Thank you, Priscilla, for giving me a chance.” 

Smile…! 

“I’m the one who should thank you, for accepting my foolish self…” 

Blush…! 

To ease her embarrassment, Eugene smiled at her, and Priscilla blushed, feeling grateful. 

“Now, let me take off your top, Priscilla.” 

“Okay…” 

Sss...! 

Eugene moved his hands to undress Priscilla. 

Sss...! Whoosh! 

Priscilla’s top came off. 

“Hnnngh…! Hnnngh…! Haaah…!” 

Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! 

Priscilla turned her face away from Eugene’s gaze, her face bright red, her hands awkwardly placed, her whole body trembling with nervousness, worry, and mental confusion. 

‘Oh my!!! ♥’ 

Suddenly, Priscilla’s eyes shot wide open. 

“Smooch…! Smooch…! Smooch…!” 

The reason: Eugene was showering her nipples with loving kisses. 

“With such pretty and delicious breasts… Smooch…! You worried about this, Priscilla…? Smooch…! Smooch…! Slurp…! ♥” 

Her smooth body was perfectly complemented by her firm B-cup breasts, with pink nipples standing tall. Eugene kissed them lovingly, sweetly teasing Priscilla. 

“Look, Priscilla. Smooch! Look how wonderful your breasts are. Smooch! Smooch! How could I not enjoy these breasts? Smooch!” 

Eugene truly enjoyed it-not just as a skilled lover, but because he genuinely found pleasure in sucking Priscilla’s breasts. 

“Haaah! Hnnngh! Hnnngh! Hah! Hnnngh! Hnnngh!” 

Twitch! Twitch! Tingle! Twitch! Tingle! 

Her reactions were amazing. It seemed that, as erogenous zones, moderately sized breasts were even more sensitive than large ones. With her nipples standing tall, being sucked by her beloved mate, Priscilla moaned, her face lost in pleasure, her body twitching and trembling as if electrified. 

With such an incredible reaction, how could a man not enjoy stimulating her? 

“Such easy breasts, Priscilla. Smooch! Slurp! Smooch! To feel so much just from this… Smooch! Slurp! Smooch! Smooch! Aren’t you embarrassed as a noble elf? Smooch!” 

Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! Smooch! 

Eugene thoroughly enjoyed it, sucking and licking Priscilla’s erect nipples and areolas even more greedily, while stimulating her pussy with his left hand, proving his earlier words. 

As Eugene and Priscilla’s second round of sex began to heat up- 

Fwoosh…!!! 

“Haaah! Hnnngh! Haaah! Hnnngh! I’m going crazy! Haaah! I’m losing it, Eugene! Haaah!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Twitch! Tingle! Thrust! Twitch! 

With explosive pleasure, Priscilla’s body again radiated emerald mana. 

And then- 

‘Huh?’ 

That emerald mana even transferred to Eugene.