From a biological standpoint, tits are all the same size.
They are, strictly speaking, just mammary glands encased in a layer of fat. The size is essentially determined by the amount of fatty tissue; there is no rule that bigger equals more milk production.
So, let's put ourselves in a hypothetical situation.
Imagine you are an Emperor, fond of fucking, whose daily routine, in addition to holding court and reviewing memorials, includes ordering eunuchs to select beautiful women to fill the harem and satisfy your need for propagation.
One afternoon, you, as usual, step into the Imperial Garden to enjoy flowers and music after a brief nap and reviewing some dossiers. Suddenly, the Chief Eunuch leads three new women into the garden. They are all concubines scouted from various regions and selected as tributes.
They stand in sequence, their clothes rustling slightly, each looking restrained, yet unable to hide their anxiety and expectation.
The Chief Eunuch leans forward and whispers:
"Your Majesty, here are children from good families recorded by the Ministry of Rites, as well as Western concubines presented by the provincial governors. They have just entered the palace and have not yet been viewed by Your Majesty. We now await the Holy decision."
You nod slightly, your gaze slowly sweeps over them, and you wave your hand, ordering everyone around to withdraw, leaving only the three women before you. Then, you say faintly—Take off your tops.
The three women's faces change dramatically, looking panicked, yet they dare not disobey. Trembling, they remove their outer garments.
Now, please choose your opponent for tonight.
Contestant No. 1: Blonde hair and blue eyes, seemingly a Western foreigner. Her appearance is unparalleled. Her pair of jade rabbits are round and full, her skin fair as snow, and her waist slender as a willow—truly a peerless beauty. Just looking at her makes your mouth dry, and you can't help but want to favor her right here.
Contestant No. 2: Dignified in appearance, initially seeming like a respectable lady. But as her gown falls open, it reveals a voluptuous figure. Her beautiful flesh is full and luscious. The tips of her two water bags are shyly inverted. If taken into the harem to serve as a submissive dog, it would undoubtedly be extremely pleasurable.
Contestant No. 3…
Huh?
That's strange.
What about Contestant No. 3?
Chuck stared at the pink sports bra before him, his brain momentarily experiencing a peculiar hallucination.
A strange idea slowly formed in his mind, instantly taking root:
Big may not mean absolute.
Small can sometimes have its own unique flavor.
Especially when it's small and adorable, small and delicate, small that makes you want to bury your head in and suck hard...
"Chuck?"
Gu Momo's cheeks flushed even deeper, seeing his fixed gaze.
She was the one who lifted her top, but now she was inexplicably shy, quickly pulling her shirt back down to cover her unripened, adorable chest.
With that, Chuck finally snapped out of the hallucination.
It seemed that the enhancement to his Mental Fitness from the Blue Lycoris Radiata had amplified his imagination much more than before.
Just then, a phone ringtone interrupted the slightly awkward atmosphere.
Gu Momo, her small face red, picked up her phone and answered the call.
"Hello? Mom…"
Chuck understood immediately.
It seemed Gu Yitong still had a functioning cell phone.
Did this mother and daughter manage to waterproof their phones before the crash?
Holding the phone, Gu Momo responded quietly, sentence by sentence, not avoiding Chuck. Gu Yitong's purpose for calling was simple: to tell her to come back before dark.
However, the little one clearly didn't want to leave after the day's events, clinging to Chuck. Chuck thought her mother would strongly object, but the mother and daughter's conversation ended with unexpected speed.
Looking at Gu Momo, who was resting her flushed face against his chest, her heart beating like a little animal, Chuck was greatly surprised.
Gu Yitong, who had once been so wary of him, was now confidently letting her daughter stay overnight with him…
Chuck looked up at the shelter roof, suddenly thinking of something, and raised an eyebrow.
Does this mean a mother-daughter threesome might actually be possible one day?
Since his legs were injured, the shelter upgrade blueprint, which was only halfway complete, had to be temporarily postponed.
The wooden shelter, which should have four walls, currently only had two erected. Even so, it was much warmer than the perpetually drafty structure before.
After finishing dinner, Chuck was helped by Julia to the Eastern Beach, where he washed off the sweat and blood with crude soap, then returned to the shelter to rest.
Before getting into bed, Julia applied a little crushed herb paste to the bruises on his thighs. She said it had the effect of promoting blood circulation and dissolving stasis.
It made Chuck reflect.
Although he knew it was related to her university major, seeing this blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman act like an itinerant Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, always producing little herbal remedies, was quite the contrast.
Of course, a bigger contrast was yet to come.
As the night deepened, Gu Momo, still weak from her fever, finished dinner and fell asleep early, clutching Chuck's arm.
And the foreign woman, burning with pent-up desire, finally stripped off all her clothes impatiently. She walked slowly to the bed, her face full of allure, and, spreading her fair, long legs, straddled him.
"Whoa—"
Seeing the foreign woman lick her lips, shaking her white ass with a tempting, eager look, and reaching for his waistband, Chuck was instantly startled. He quickly grabbed her mischievous little hand and then subtly glanced at Gu Momo, who was sleeping soundly, hugging his arm.
They had fought fiercely on the beach under the moon the other night, and Chuck hadn't cared when Gu Momo peeked from behind the rocks. But now, the little Lolita was lying right beside them. If they woke her up...
It wouldn't be the end of the world, but it would definitely be awkward.
But contrary to expectations, the foreign woman didn't stop. She became even more excited.
A few drops of honeyed juice dripped from the moist forest between her pale legs. Her delicate face was flushed crimson, and her pair of snow-white jade rabbits trembled like jelly with her quick breaths.
A seductive smile curled on her lips. She leaned down, her snow-white, slender neck gently pressed against Chuck's cheek. She opened her red lips and actually drew Chuck's earlobe into her mouth, whispering in a voice only they could hear:
"It's the thrill of it that makes it exciting, Darling."
The moment she finished speaking, Chuck felt his waistband suddenly loosen. A skillful yet forceful little hand unzipped his fly and gripped his already erect long spear. Julia slowly raised her body, biting her red lip, and slightly lifting her slender waist and plump pink hips.
Feeling the familiar warmth and slickness on the spearhead, Chuck knew he couldn't resist and surrendered to her control.
Since he couldn't thrust, he figured he would try the fully automatic ride tonight.
"Mmm—"
Accompanied by a stifled moan, the snow-white, round hips suddenly dropped.
As the long spear was fully sheathed, Julia sharply arched her slender neck. Her flat belly, lined with defined muscles, convulsed slightly. Two hearts instantly appeared in her blue pupils. The intense embrace and squeeze, which allowed Chuck to clearly feel the internal folds, forced a long sigh from him.
But immediately, a slender, fair finger was gently placed on his lips.
Chuck paused, looked up, and met Julia's eyes, which were filled with a trembling, knowing smile.
She pouted slightly and whispered a soft, mellow sound—
"Shh."
Then, her slim, tight waist and round, pink hips began to move slowly up and down.
In that moment, Chuck suddenly realized that being on top or bottom was more than just a reversal of roles.
When he had Julia pinned down on the beach, fiercely thrusting with her legs held high, or when he gripped her soft, bouncy ass and rammed her frantically under the shelter, Chuck was in complete control of the rhythm, fully enjoying the pleasure of conquest.
But now, with the foreign woman riding him, taking the lead, her movements were still slightly clumsy and slow. Yet, for some reason, Chuck felt overwhelmed.
It was as if he had been rubbed with some kind of ointment; his sensitivity shot straight up. At the same time, the little mouth below Julia seemed to come alive. Every graze of those soft, tender folds felt like a thousand tentacles simultaneously teasing Chuck's nerves, making him groan with pleasure.
The Legendary Fissure?
Chuck stared up in astonishment at her delicate, flushed face. She placed a small hand on his chest, and her waist and ass movements gradually found a rhythm from their initial awkwardness, then slowly picked up speed.
The faint sounds of flesh and hips colliding grew more frequent, making Chuck wince.
Julia looked down at the man who was usually strong, full of masculine charm, and carried the weight of their survival. Now he was ridden beneath her, gasping and trying hard to control his breathing…
It gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.
Although she loved being conquered by Chuck, occasionally taking control like this gave her a sense of security and assurance that this man belonged to her, which was utterly intoxicating.
Her body involuntarily crept forward. Her large, round, snow-white tits dangled on Chuck's chest. Her hips kept moving, and her red lips pressed heavily onto Chuck's mouth again.
For a moment, their breath and mucous membranes intertwined, as if they wanted to thoroughly melt into each other's bodies.
"Darling, does it feel good? Don't hold back, I'll take all of it."
Julia's voice came again beside his ear. Her warm breath and soft moaning made his ear and neck tingle. The contact area between his lower spear and her cave also began to flood, gradually making a squelching sound…
Finally, under the dual stimulation, Chuck's lower back suddenly tingled. He took a deep breath, raising his hand to firmly grasp one of the soft jade rabbits on his chest.
After a long while, he slowly released his grip.
Julia slowly straightened her waist, her blonde hair gently brushing Chuck's chest. A charming smile graced her flushed face.
She suddenly extended a hand and gently stroked Chuck's hair, whispering softly, "Darling, the way you came was actually kind of cute…"
Chuck, still basking in the afterglow, first paused in confusion.
Then he was almost spurred to laugh in anger.
Cute?
Just because he gave her a chance to try the automatic ride, she was being so audacious.
It looks like I need to straighten out the household rules and let this foreign woman know who the true head of the family is.
Thinking this, Chuck's gaze slowly drifted downward, passing over her soft, jade-like breasts, her delicate navel, and finally resting on her flat stomach, where her defined muscles were visible.
A smile spread across his face.
Despite his injured thighs, in this position, the thrusting didn't necessarily require the participation of the leg muscles. The key was the abs and the glutes.
The latter provided the upward impact force, while the former was responsible for adjusting the angle of impact.
As for the angle…
Based on the continuous intense fighting over the past two days—which had turned this foreign woman into a fountain multiple times and left her convulsing and begging for mercy—Chuck had a very clear understanding of Julia's weak points.
It was the area deep inside, the part of the inner wall biased toward the abdomen—the legendary "A-spot."
This spot was different from the well-known G-spot because it was deeper and required extremely precise control of the angle. But once located, it could give a woman waves of escalating pleasure.
This was why many experienced people, or male actors in adult films, often placed a pillow under the woman's buttocks and lower back.
Chuck suddenly straightened his legs, engaging his glutes, and plunged back in, much to Julia's surprised little face.
"Oh! Thank—"
Julia involuntarily let out a cry of pleasure, immediately clapped her hand over her mouth in panic, and glanced at Gu Momo beside them. Seeing that the latter had not been woken up, she finally relaxed. She then bit her lower lip and looked at Chuck with an alluring smile: "You just finished once, Darling! You're really as amazing as always."
Chuck merely smiled faintly, then unceremoniously took control, launching one upward thrust after another.
Julia's small hands weakly pushed against Chuck's chest. Unlike her effortless control just moments ago, Chuck's every strike targeted her weak spot, making her pale, long legs tremble and her toes curl up. Just keeping her waist straight took all her effort.
At the same time, Chuck's speed and power were accelerating and increasing.
The wooden bed began to sway, making a faint creaking sound. Julia's blonde hair shook wildly in the air. Her blue eyes became glazed over. Clear saliva drooled from her inadvertently parted lips, dropping onto Chuck's chest.
Finally, she looked at Chuck, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease:
"Slower… Darling, I'm scared like this…"
But just before she could finish, the corner of Chuck's mouth curled up.
He raised his other hand and gently placed it on Julia's slender, pale, willow-like waist. His thick thumb precisely located the spot he had pre-selected—the area about three fingers below her delicate navel on her lower abdomen.
Then, without any warning, his finger and his glutes exerted force at the exact same moment!
"Ssshhhhh—"
The foreign woman suddenly arched her head back, the gentle, alluring look in her beautiful eyes instantly destroyed! The next second, her eyes rolled back, and her abdomen and thighs violently convulsed simultaneously.
Immediately afterward, a powerful stream of fluid surged forward with unstoppable momentum, washing over the base of Chuck's thighs.