QINN POV

Before acquiring my Technomancer power, I was already hailed as the second coming of the calculation god. People praised my efficient work, deeming me an irreplaceable cog in the company. The irony…..

However, what most people don’t realize is that during my nightly adventures in the vibrant neon cityscape filled with tasteful artwork and equally tasteful individuals, I go by a different title altogether.

Le Breasts Sommelier.

Yes, I am that guy, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Cultured people will understand this phrase once I uttered it. Flat is justice, Medium is premium, and Cannon is truth

Though despite your round of applause, I have a confession to make.

I am biased towards the latter half.

There I said it. I know, I know. There’s plenty of tomatoes to throw around but just listen to me for one minute.

Breasts come in many sizes correct? Like AA to Z.

Yes, cup Z does exist, and we call it Avalon.

Here’s the thing: did you know they come in many shapes? It might seem like common sense—round, conical, bell-shaped, teardrop, to name a few major examples. But I have noticed something that many of you overlooked. So let me blow your mind for a little bit.

The bigger the cup size, the more diverse they are in shape! Turn your eyes away from the fact! String me up to a pole and torch me down for being a heretic but the truth is still a question away from your hypothalamus! So yes, I like big breasts more than small breasts because they are more diverse.

The pitchforks are on the left, but before you go and grab it, let me drop something on you that might shake your life for the second time today. I get it, your heart’s been through the wringer with all the twists and turns, but trust me, this is equally—if not more—important.

I take it all back.

Yes, today I saw something I thought shouldn’t be possible: a bell-shaped breasts the size of an A cup. Isn’t that supposed to be a myth, you might ask? Well, I just stared at the answer right before me when Maeve pulled off her shirt.

It’s there, about the size of a ping-pong ball on a flat surface. If not for them, I might have mistaken the chest for a typical AA cup. I reached out and gently poked it. Yep, they’re bell-shaped, just as I thought.

As I cupped it with my index finger and thumb, forming an OK sign, it truly resembled a miniature version of the bell shape typically found on D cups and above. The shape was perfect, with its roundness and gentle sloping curve. And the way its nipple pointed outward proudly added to its charm.

So, imagine my surprise when I held it and realized how soft it was. They spilled between my fingers with a weighty feel. It was akin to holding a soft and squishy water balloon. Curious, I gave it a rub to gauge its sensitivity. She bucked around as if jump-scared the moment I squeezed it. I tried pulling it a bit to see how far it would stretch, and she started making moaning sounds.

Yeah, it’s super sensitive, but I was too preoccupied with what I was witnessing. It stretched a bit further than I thought was possible, so in a moment of panic, I let go, afraid of hurting Kitty. But looking at her expression, she didn’t seem to mind.

Then I looked back and saw that her breast had changed shape. From a bell-shaped curve, it changed into a tear-drop shape, and her nipple was now pointing slightly downward. Again, it was a perfect teardrop, and it refused to recover to its original shape. Maybe the process was too slow to be seen with the naked eye.

Shifting my focus back, I now noticed an asymmetrical breasts.

Uh, in my 6 years of Le Breast Sommelier life, I have never seen anything quite like this.

It stirs something deep within me. A pair of breasts that can change its shape to whatever you desire, taking the term “molding breasts” to a whole new level. Surrendering to lust, I gave it a kiss when Kitty asked me to, and then a lick. It’s soft, like licking into a fluffy marshmallow. At this point, Kitty seems to be having a howling fun.

Until she decided to ram her breast into my mouth and tightly hug my head.

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The sudden movement caught me off guard, causing me to reflexively bite down hard. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan, almost like a scream. Thank goodness our apartment is soundproofed. Her entire breast was now inside my mouth, feeling like a bite-sized mochi, and I could sense its elasticity give way as I bit down with my front teeth.

Then something burst out, filling my mouth. Is it milk? It’s sweet, but she’s not even pregnant. How many more surprises do her breasts have, I wonder?

As much of a turn-on as it felt, my face was having a hard time being scrubbed by her ribs. As I looked up, I thought there would be some pain accompanying her pleasured expression, but no.

She just stroked my hair lovingly with glazed eyes, as if telling me to do it again. This cheeky brat surprised me like that and then grated my face with her ribs. I should teach her some manners, hm?

I drew her breast in deeper, positioning it between my back teeth before clenching my jaw. She let out a loud moan of pleasure.

At some point, she sat on my lap, spreading her legs, and pissed all over my pants. Despite that, she held onto my head tighter, moaning until the stream of piss died down to an occasional squirt.

Uh, crap. I might have bitten it too hard. The milk stopped flowing so I assumed it had dried up. I looked up to see a legit honest to God a heart pupil in her eyes as she loosened her embrace.

Her breast slipped out of my mouth, and for the last time, the tear-drop-shaped beauty transformed into a relaxed form, now adorned with bite marks and reddened nipples pointing downward. Occasional droplets of milk dripped down from them.

I’m witnessing a character creation page in my living room.

It’s like these breasts have all the sliders you ever want except for the cup size. Glancing to the side, I noticed her remaining breast, slightly larger and fuller, still brimming with milk. However, before she could offer it to my mouth, presumably for me to chew it like an ice candy, she fainted.

Thankfully, she’s just exhausted from overexertion and overstimulation. Ion really did a number on her, but she managed to invoke THORN and allowed her body to regenerate the entire time on our way back home. Still, she needs some rest.

I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, holding her sleeping form closer to me. The scent of milk lingered on my breath, while the sofa was permeated with Kitty’s piss. Despite the surroundings, my mind wandered elsewhere.

Yeah, with this, I confirmed something beyond Maeve’s magical breasts: her hardcore masochism. Additionally, it became apparent that I have a streak of sadism in me.

It’s like a match made in heaven you say? Well yeah, if not for several facts that I still needed to contemplate. As always things are not as simple as they seemed.

If it wasn’t for my TIME’s nihility aspect turning me into an outright enlightened monk, I would have taken her to my bed and railed her non-stop a long time ago. I won’t deny it. She is incredibly desirable. The more time I spend with her, the more possessive I become.

A part of me wants to put her in a cage and chain her onto my bedpost just so I can breed her again, and again, and again until her body breaks and I will have her thank me for it with a smile on her face.

Then when her pussy has grown too loose, I will use her throat and choke her neck to make it tighter as she squirts out the content of her urethra next to that broken gaping hole she calls…………

Hooooh. Breath in, Qinn, Breath out.

Considering how much I’ve cock-blocked myself, I’m surprised I haven’t turned into a wise man and constructed a tower for solitude.

Yeah, it’s fortunate that I mastered the Nihility aspect of TIME before completing preparations for her rescue. Evil lewd thoughts, begone!

Now, as I was saying. Things were not that simple.

Maeve is what you’d call an Arcanum vessel. A combination of both an Arcanum and a Vessel within a single entity. Well, that’s what she could have been, if not for the idiot who ruined it all due to his own greed.

From the information I’ve managed to gather, Arcanum vessels are essentially power containers taking physical form. The Arcanum, in essence, is an artifact that can encompass anything from cherished mementos to familial heirlooms or even ordinary everyday items. Vessels, on the other hand, often manifest as sentient beings. When these two elements are combined, you have what’s known as an Arcanum vessel.

The likelihood of either of them existing individually is already astronomically low, let alone the natural fusion of both. To date, based on the millennia of archives I’ve unearthed, the creation of Maeve as an Arcanum vessel marks the closest attempt to success. “Almost” is the crucial word here, thanks to a certain foolish individual.

WOOO, female battery charger you say!? Stick your wee wee in and get a powa like one of those eroge literature you say!? Sign me the woohoo up!

Sure, go right ahead. Nothing is stopping you from finding one and attempting it yourself if you know what you’re doing. If the other party is willing, then hurrah, more power to you. However, if I were you, I wouldn’t be so quick to write my name on it.

Aside from Maeve being the only existing man-made one, albeit broken, there’s also the fact that you’re not just dealing with a partner who will love you and stay by your side forever. Figuratively speaking, she has a time bomb inside of her.

Synchronizing with a vessel necessitates an equivalent exchange between partners, akin to the balance of Yin and Yang. Each partner carries a part of the other within them, forming a harmonious whole.

Nevertheless, instead of conducting a proper ritual, the selfish scum opted for a trigger, and it is a collar of all things. So, what do you think happens when an idiot keeps demanding without giving back? I might not know all the details, but even a half-brained monkey would understand the extreme consequences of such actions.

Let’s just say the law of karma can be silent but deadly sometimes. I can attest to that as I bisected his head from his body. Too bad I couldn’t save her sooner, as disrupting the Memory Dive would have resulted in a bad ending for all parties involved.

Not content with merely disrupting the balance, he also saw fit to tamper with her ego. With the yin-yang equilibrium shattered, at least the Arcanum shard could remain inert, allowing her to potentially live a normal life. However, the tampering with her ego left the vessel cracked and broken.

From it, leaked out prana.

And Sins.