Chapter 28

As I introduced myself, my voice was laced with a hint of curiosity, “Yes, I’m Ryo Won. Are you my partner?” My eyes, however, were already exploring the contours of her body, drinking in the subtle curves and lines that defined her femininity.

Her breasts, full and inviting, drew my gaze like a magnet.

The gentle sag of her D-cup bosom only added to their allure, as if beckoning me to reach out and touch.

The brown hue of her nipples seemed to deepen as I gazed at them, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of desire ignite within me.

My eyes continued their journey, tracing the soft swell of her abdomen, where a hint of flab only served to emphasize the gentle curves of her waist.

And then, my gaze came to rest on the neatly trimmed bikini line of her pubic hair, a subtle hint at the secrets that lay hidden beneath.

Her voice cut through my reverie, her words husky and confident, “I’m Mizuki Lynn ... I heard about it, and I must say it’s really big.”

While saying this her gaze, was not on my face, but rather on my miniature elephant.

Even in its flaccid state, my penis seemed to command her attention, its size a testament to the promise of pleasure that lay within.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the knowledge that I was likely the most well-endowed man she had ever laid eyes on.

I smiled wryly, spinning a tale that was as smooth as it was false, “I’ve been like this since birth, so it’s caused me a lot of inconvenience.” The words rolled off my tongue with ease, and I could almost believe them myself.

Mizuki’s gaze never wavered, her eyes locked onto the prize as she murmured, “Well ... at that size, it would affect daily life, wouldn’t it?”

There was a hint of curiosity in her voice, a subtle undertone that suggested she was eager to experience the full extent of my endowment.

I could almost sense her desire, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate through the air between us.

And in that moment, I knew that I had her exactly where I wanted her.

The game was on, and I was ready to play.

As the emcee’s voice echoed through the air, a sense of excitement began to build. “Shortly, we’ll start the run with the torches. Please gather in front of the podium, participants.” The words were like a gentle nudge, urging us to get moving.

I turned to Mizuki, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. “Mizuki, it’s time for us to go,” I said, my voice low and inviting.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she replied, “Oh, right.” The casual tone belied the flicker of anticipation that danced in her gaze.

Without hesitation, I raised my left arm and draped it over her shoulder, the gentle weight of my limb a subtle claim of possession.

Mizuki didn’t flinch at the sudden physical contact, her body relaxed and pliant against mine.

As we walked side by side, I slid my hand from her shoulder down to her chest, the soft curves of her breasts a tantalizing invitation.

The firmness that had once characterized her physique had diminished, but the softness had increased, a transformation that I found utterly captivating.

Moreover, the lush fullness of her breasts was so generous that I couldn’t hold them with one hand, a fact that only added to their allure.

That was what I liked the most – the abundance, the softness, the sheer femininity of her form.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Mizuki, please touch my penis. It needs to get hard before I can put it in, right?” The words were a husky whisper, a sensual plea that seemed to hang in the air like a challenge.