MAEVE POV

Ok, deep breath.

Calm your mind. Enter the state of nothingness. Zen.

I can do this. It’s time to confront the demon, particularly the inner one that has haunted me every waking moment of my life. Each time I gaze at myself in the bathroom mirror, I find myself hating who I am a little more. I’ve exhausted every possible solution I could think of, but nothing has proven effective.

I reassured myself, believing that everything would be okay. Qinn would accept me for who I am. After all, he had even asked me not to call him master, but simply Qinn. He was very kind like that, so I doubted he would ever reject me.

However, just as he said that night, emotions are irrational. The mind may reason, yet the heart yearns.

So, it’s time to brace myself.

And see what sort of big-breasted woman he is into.

I’ve been studying his information-gathering pattern every day for the past three weeks, and today I have exactly two hours tops before he comes back home to check up on me and brings back lunch.

During this time, I will delve into his personal computer, scour his secret folders, and dedicate myself to researching his type of woman. I’ll analyze factors like age, physical attributes, personality stats, moe elements (whatever that means), and most importantly, uncover the secrets behind those lumps of meat that evoke such crazed behavior among fanatics.

Those weird comic book that I found behind the cupboard tells me very little aside from the female character making weird faces, shouting some random letters, and calling it pleasure. How does that even make any sense?

So, here I am sitting in front of his web diving gear. It consists of a special reclining chair and a goggle with transparent lenses. It looks like a stylized lab goggle.

Now where is the on button…… here we go.

After a peculiar jingle sound popped out, a display screen instantly appeared in front of me. I attempted to swipe my hand around the air screen, but it just passed through. Huh, it feels odd, unlike the living room TV I’m used to.

So how do I access whatever is displayed on the screen? Oh, with just a thought. Neat!

I asked about the login password, using the excuse that I wanted to watch some OurTube stuff since there were no interesting channels on our home TV. He easily relented. Honestly, I don’t see the point of having that living room TV other than playing games on it.

Alright, I’m on the home screen. I frequently peered at the screen from beside him whenever he was surfing the deep web to gather information and so on. Therefore, after a bit of inquiry, I roughly know the layout of the system.

Now, I just need to search for a suspicious folder amongst these program files.

Uh, it requires more passwords.

Qinn?

Qinn123?

Maeve123?

QinnMaeve?

Qinnlovemaeve?

MaeveBest?

…

This is not working……. I haven’t thought through this far.

But I have a backup plan.

Behold! The hidden and forgotten bane that every web diver and internet surfer suffers from.

The search history!

How do I know this? I once watched together a meme video with Qinn and laughed our heads off when a guy’s mother discovered what his son was into. Then, instead of taking heed and deleting his search history, Qinn simply called the guy an idiot and proceeded to scroll through another meme video. He easily forgets about it when I distract him with a suggestion to do a bad movie marathon.

He is such a sloppy dork sometimes.

I tapped on the globe-looking icon, and the screen display instantly widened its resolution, surrounding my line of sight. Is it for viewing things from multiple angles? Now let’s see. Yesterday, nothing. The past seven days, nothing interesting. He’s been preoccupied with something else. Past one month, ah, here we go. A couple of suspicious words catch my eye.

ThunderBounce.xxx

I don’t get it but the name is already pissing me off.

Breath in, Maeve. It won’t do you good to lose your mind when the gate is right in front of you. I just need to get in, do my research, and get out. A simple information extraction mission.

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I clicked on it and was greeted with an age-restricted warning page. Am I over the age of 18? Of course, I am. The moment I clicked “Yes,” the sight that greeted me nearly short-circuited my brain. It took me a couple of seconds to comprehend what in the world I was looking at.

Breasts in thumbnails, breasts in signboards, breasts in profile pictures, breasts filling my sight from every angle. The screen display even had the gall to shift up to the ceiling when I looked up to give my eyes a rest. I am currently being bombarded from every direction, both physically and mentally. I almost wanted to throw the stupid goggles away, but I persevered.

It’s as if the screen was taunting me, isn’t this what I asked for? Isn’t this the very reason why I had decided to face the universal truth? (What am I saying? I’m losing it.)

FINE! I’m not scared of these skin-colored melons! I just wanted to see what they are used for!

I clicked one, and it turned out to be a couple of minutes-long video of a girl performing the deed.

……

Hooo…. So she used it to sandwich the guy’s thing and shake it up and down. Wait, the girl was shaking it, not the guy. On second thought, the guy was shaking it too using his hips. This is so confusing. She was shaking it all over the place with no rhyme or reason. Do I need to shake mine professionally like a bartender to surpass her? Does it even feel good?

I looked down at my Ping-Pong-sized breasts and attempted to bring them closer together. Yeah, there’s no way. The guy’s full length is six inches. Qinn’s far bigger than that. I saw it when I accidentally peeked at him in the bathroom once.

So, the sandwich is a no-go. What else? Smothering the man’s face with it. It looked soft, sure. The guy looked happy when she was using it like a soap sponge scrubbing it all over his body. I looked down at my chest, and once again was greeted with a washboard and two nubs.

I tried rubbing my palm, my arms, and even a nearby pillow on it. After extensive testing, I somehow had a feeling if I did this to Qinn it will hurt him more than he feels good.

I want to cry. So far, this is not going well at all.

Uh, there is even a video of a guy slapping them around violently. What the heck? Isn’t that painful? The woman looked happy screaming for more. I tried giving mine a flick. Ok, it hurts. So, Qinn will be happy if he flicks them around? Somehow it feels wrong in a different sense.

I covered my face with my hand. I don’t get it. Is this my fate? Is this the one-way track my breasts are now heading towards? Towards uselessness, with giant melons all over the skies inching closer and closer threatening to bury me?

Then I saw it next to the comment section: a black signboard with blinking bright colors and a girl with a collar crying with happiness. There is a word that says “hardcore”. Huh, I have a collar too, and her breasts look almost as small as mine. So is this for people like me?

I clicked it, but instead of a video, I was transferred to a new website.

It’s more normal than that Thunderbounce website. It’s a good sign when there are not many breasts around. The website doesn’t discriminate, so it’s already a plus in my book. Though, the muscle guy does seem larger than the girl; she looks a bit petite in comparison.

He lifted her and slammed her onto the bed. Is this wrestling? She seemed to enjoy the rough treatment, biting into a pillow with her butt raised in the air. After a series of butt-slapping combos, the guy tackled it with his hips. It’s almost similar to a finishing move in that fighting game.

The camera then shifted and what I saw opened my mind.

So Qinn’s huge thing is supposed to go inside my down there? I pulled down my panties and curled my body up, bringing it closer to my face. It can barely fit my finger inside. How in the world is it going to accept something larger than my arm?

I glanced at the video again. She’s a bit taller than me, but our frames are almost the same, and yet her down there managed to stretch so wide for his thing. He’s beginning to move back and forth harder and faster. I fixated my eyes on the screen as the man shouted something about making babies.

Is this how babies are made? The comic said it’s an activity filled with pleasure. The video showed the couple seemingly having fun, but the girl’s bulging stomach looked a little painful.

Is this what sex is all about? I can feel my lower body starts heating up as I stare unblinkingly at the feed.

My hand reaches down and starts to rub my lower belly where the girl’s stomach keeps protruding out rhythmically. Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled, while the guy picked up speed.

What he did next shocked me to my core. He flipped her over and started choking her. Wha-? Is she going to be okay? He slammed his thing into her one last time and told her to get pregnant. Instead of pushing him away, the girl put her hands behind her head, exposing her armpits, and urged him to choke her even harder. The video ended after both of them screamed incoherently together.

…...

What in the world did I just watch?

I breathed out shakily as I took my time digesting this current new information. So breasts are not mandatory. That’s good to know.

But instead, I had to…..Gulp.

Somehow, the thought of Qinn treating me like that is not repulsive at all. Rather, it fills my lower belly with intense warmth and makes it all tingly. I pictured myself in her place, with Qinn on top of me.

The way Qinn treated me roughly with lust all over his eyes.

The way our naked bodies pressed together, closer than ever before.

The way Qinn’s giant thing rammed open my tiny entrance and pushed deep into my belly.

The way Qinn’s hands wrapped around my neck and told me to have his babies….

That belly-showing and arms-up pose... Isn’t that the pose of total submission to an alpha? Qinn is my master, so it’s natural to submit to him like that, right?

That girl seems to be quite famous; she has a lot of likes and views. There is also another video with the same girl but different poses. So, should I practice posing like that?

I lifted my arms and took a whiff of my armpits. It smells fine, just a bit sour from sweat. Ok. That’s good.

Next is that squatting leg spread po-

“I’m home, Kitty. I got you your favorite pudding.”

EEEPP!! I slammed the goggle into its resting slot and turned off the power button. Oh, crud! My panties and shorts are still lowered down to my ankle. Gah! I almost stumbled over the chair. I hurriedly pulled them up and started to fix my disheveled hair before he opened the door. Uh, when did my thigh get so wet?

“What are you doing in my room?”

“J-just cleaning up! It smelt weird in here.”

“Oh, thanks. After lunch, there’s something important I want to tell you.”

“O-ok. I will finish up in just a minute.”

As the door closes, I exhale a sigh of relief. This isn’t good for my heart, but I’ve gained some valuable information in return. Just as there are many types of weapons, there are other ways to please men beyond just breasts.

I need to study that famous girl with a collar in great detail. I have a feeling that she holds the key to defeating those stupid melons. I’ll make sure to remember her name and the website she’s on.

Phew, mission accomplished. Now I need to cool off. My face is flushed and I’m feeling very restless.

I hope Qinn brought back some nice and cool drinks.