More importantly, it looked like her fist sunk down to her wrist, was Porco-san okay…?
“No, not to mention beating him to death, you already put him in his dying breath, though!?”
“In that case, I’m gonna make sure to stop his breathing for good!? I have the right!?”
“J-just calm down for now, okay!? I don’t know what right you are talking about, but at least tell me why would you murder him!?”
“It’s because that pig body-shamed me, obviously!? He was muttering something under his breath as if he was sleep-talking, so I tried to lean in to listen to what he was saying, but guess what? This pig said that my chest was ‘flat’!?”
“Dahahahaha! Well said!” Ophir burst into laughter, holding her belly.
Naturally, that triggered Elma. With a bright red face, she screamed, “Stop laughing, you boobs monster!? You want me take those off and transplant them to my chest!?”
“Calm down, Elma. That’s not going to solve anything.”
Despite Tirna’s attempt to soothe her, Elma’s anger didn’t subside, and for some reason, her target switched to me, “In the first place, this is all happens because you gather only big-breasted women!? You must take responsibility!?”
“What, me!?”
What kind of reasoning was that!?
“That’s right!? There wouldn’t have been a conflict if everyone was like Tirna!?”
“No no no no…”
What is this girl talking about, honestly…
Right then,
“Hang on a second. Your chest is smaller than mine, so if you have to give an example, use yourself.”
“…Huh?”
Elma was stunned at Tirna’s retort.
She then silently approached Tirna and began to rub her chest.
――Stroke stroke, stroke stroke.
In the middle, she also rubbed her own chest, as if to compare their volume.
And then, seemingly having finished her verification, Elma smiled like she had attained enlightenment, and then—
“H-hurry, massage my breasts~!?”
“Ehh?”
She pounced and clung to me with tears in her eyes.
No, if a massage could make them grow, you wouldn’t have such a problem in the first place…