Eventually, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
My hand moved on its own, gently cupping her right breast.
It was just as soft—maybe even softer—than I remembered from last night.
Warm, pliant, and delicate in a way that made my chest tighten with both desire and affection.
"Hng~"
Snow let out a soft moan at my touch but quickly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes flicking nervously toward the other side of the bed.
Rose was still sleeping.
"W-What are you doing…?" she whispered, her voice trembling between flustered and scandalized.
I smiled at her, keeping my voice low.
"Just trying to reconfirm something… I needed to make sure what I felt last night wasn't a dream."
She looked like she wanted to argue but instead sighed, cheeks burning.
"Of course it wasn't… My breasts are as real as they come…"
