Mila felt a heavy hand on her chest despite being deep in sleep. The hand was heavy, yes, but it wasn't crushingly heavy. It was more like squishing heavy.
The hand was on her boobs!
"Mhhm," Zyran groaned in his sleep when Mila moved her body.
Mila stayed still. She had just woken up, but her brain was already functioning at speed. Last night She'd finished using the shower and had intended to go to her room, but she remembered Zyran not approving her to leave. Not ready to get any punishment from him, Mila waited, and that was when she fell asleep.
The thing is... Mila could recall clearly having a towel around her chest. Now? Not a single fabric covered her bosom, if not Zyran's hand.
"Meow."
Mila raised her head slightly to see the cat at the foot of the bed staring at her. She had to duck, hiding inside the thick blanket to prevent the cat from seeing her naked.
