Admiring Helen’s boobs as she held up her shirt for him to see them, Miles licked his lips and stretched out his hands to grab them.
"Ahhhh!"
Helen whimpered at his rough touch, feeling him squeeze and twist her titties like lemons, groping them like he wanted to embed the sensation of their soft bounciness into his palms.
"Ahhhhh!"
She let out a shuddering breath, raising her head toward the ceiling as she heaved in ecstasy.
Unrelenting in his ways, Miles squeezed her boobs even more, unable to contain them in his palms as they formed different shapes.
"Hmmmmmm."
Helen hummed, inhaling as he roughly pinched her thick nipples—stretched from childbirth—and rubbed them roughly in his grasp. The pain and bliss traveled down her spine like a chill. Moaning, she kept her hands still, holding her top raised for him to play with her boobs.
"Hehehe."
As he kept groping her tits, Miles suddenly laughed, finding the thought funny, then raised his gaze from her breasts toward her face.
"Funny how you left your son at the psychiatric hospital and came to the one who inflicted the pain on him. Just to satisfy your aching pussy."
Miles spoke and squeezed both of her boobs tighter with a firm hold.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Helen wanted to reveal an ashamed and guilty look, but it was wiped out by the expression of bliss that stemmed from her soul.
"What a bad mother. But I admire your discipline for holding out for the last week."
"Hmmmmmmmm."
Helen hummed, trembling as she rested her head against the mirror while his fingers dug into her tits.
"Say it."
Suddenly, Miles squeezed her nipples, making her jolt from the pain and pleasure, hissing sharply and unable to close her mouth.
"I’m a bad mother!"
She rasped, standing on her toes with a look of twisted, guilty pleasure.
Hearing this, Miles smirked with satisfaction and let go of her nipples, allowing her to finally drop off her toes.
But just as Helen whimpered from the pain, he scooped up her huge, soft breasts directly in both hands and latched onto the right one.
Taken by abrupt surprise, Helen shuddered, her eyes rolling backward. She tiptoed, pressing her back so fiercely against the mirror that it soon began to show signs of cracking.
"Ahhhhh——mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
Helen let out an ecstatic cry at first, but instantly clamped her mouth shut as the last bit of sanity within her alerted her that she was in a school.
Covering her mouth, she whimpered erotically with widened eyes, struggling to contain her moans.
But after sensing how well she handled the scenario, Miles chose to go all out.
’Blissful Hands.’
With a thought, his hands turned magical.
His mouth latched onto one nipple while his other hand squeezed the other breast, rubbing her nipple and sending a spiraling wave of bliss through her.
Helen’s already widened eyes bulged in shock and ecstasy. Her whimpers grew more desperate than ever as she felt both the need to scream at the top of her lungs and cover her mouth in order not to get caught.
The feeling multiplied when he switched to her left boob and began sucking like he was her child.
Feeling like she would explode from not satisfying at least one of these needs, Helen let go of her shirt and grabbed Miles’ hair, pushing his head down to suffocate him between her tits while satisfying the need to feed him like a mother.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm."
She whimpered, covering her mouth to stifle her moans while pushing his head to suck her breasts more. The mirror cracked behind her, and her eyes turned whitish in extreme bliss.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Her toes curled as he bit into her soft, tender, bouncy flesh, licking it all over with his tongue.
Though she had broken his command, Miles was greatly stirred when she pressed his head to suffocate him in her boobs. How could he not be? This was the dream of thousands, if not millions. In fact, many wished to die in such bliss—though not Miles. After all, there were other wonders of the world to enjoy, and he was going to experience them all.
Practically sucking, biting, and licking any part he could, Miles enjoyed himself to the fullest possible extent in this bliss.
Meanwhile, inside the restroom stall, Natalie had heard everything. Her whole body surged with need.
Hearing Miles and Helen communicate was like listening to an audiobook. A depraved sex story. Yet it wasn’t—the fact that it was happening live and direct a couple of meters away from her triggered every button she had.
Even so, it couldn’t compare to the thrill of being aroused by a suspect she was supposed to be investigating. Everything felt like a fantasy plot linked to the missing high school kids.
Before she knew it, her pants were down, including her underwear—a black thong.
Rubbing her clean-shaved pussy, she moved her hand to the rhythm of Helen’s whimpers, able to depict a rough image in her head using the sound.
"Hmmmmmm."
Helen whimpered, tears of ecstasy streaming down the corners of her eyes.
The next moment, as they were both locked in an intense state of passion, Miles suddenly broke free from her grasp and swiftly turned her so that she faced the wall.
"...Ahhhh."
A soft cry managed to leak out as she jammed her hand against the cracked mirror, creating a dent that pierced her arm.
With one hand, Miles groped her breasts from behind and hastily lifted her long, heavy skirt, pulling it up over her ass.
"WTF." The surprise gave him a shock as he beheld her fine ass and leaking pussy without any underwear to serve as a barrier.
Pressed against the wall, Helen felt the wind briefly caress her slit and blushed, whimpering louder with a dirty feeling.
This scene gave Miles a moment of clarity to retrieve his earlier idea.
And so, he decisively pulled back, causing Helen to whimper and almost lose her balance, the impact of his withdrawal striking her core.
"Strip."