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Chapter 21: tit-off* My brain short-circuits as I try not to gawk. Luna’s body is insane—lean and athletic, her stomach flat and defined like she’s carved out of stone. Her breasts are a little smaller than Iris’s, but still more than enough to make my head spin. I’m pretty sure my hand would disappear if I were ever dumb enough to reach out and touch them. In contrast, Iris is the personification of exaggeration, every curve pushed to its voluptuous limit under her tight witch clothes. But right now, even she seems at a loss for words. I can’t stop my eyes from drifting between them, and my brain goes on autopilot, making comparisons I really shouldn’t be making. Iris has those small, pink nipples that match her porcelain skin, delicate little things surrounded by even paler areolas. They’re cute and almost deceptively innocent—just like her. Then there’s Luna. Her nipples are the opposite: a deep, intense red that stands out against her pale complexion. The areolas are big and bold, like everything else about her, and I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer difference. It’s like looking at fire and ice, both equally capable of burning me alive. Luna’s gaze follows my eyes, and a hint of a smile ghosts across her lips. "Luke," she says softly, cupping her breasts in both hands. I nearly choke on air. "Do you like them?" Her voice is cool and curious as she kneads the soft flesh, pushing them together with a little bounce that makes my pulse race. I had no idea if she was just teasing, or genuinely curious as to why I was staring at her tits to intensely. Everything inside me seizes up. I’m pretty sure I’m dead because this has to be some form of afterlife torture. Luna’s eyes fixate on me, waiting for an answer that I can’t form because my tongue is too busy tying itself into knots. "Put some clothes on, you slut!" Iris snaps, finally finding her voice. "Luke’s not used to seeing a pair up close." I’m torn between embarrassment and the inability to look away. My face is probably redder than Luna’s nipples. Luna just tilts her head, a subtle flick of her ears showing the slightest bit of amusement. She doesn’t move to cover up. "He likes mine better anyway," Iris murmurs, crossing her arms across her chest and pushing her own massive curves up like she’s trying to hypnotize me. "Iris," I start, but my voice catches as Luna continues her relentless onslaught. She tilts her head at me. "I think he likes mine more" My brain short-circuits again. This is way more intense than I bargained for. Iris lets out a derisive snort. "you know nothing you little fox! He likes big tits." "I have big breasts" Luna counters "Oh really? Because they look pretty small to me." Luna’s eyes narrow, her focus shifting entirely to Iris. She gives her breasts another squeeze, this time with a defiant lift. "They are not small." Iris lets out a barking laugh. "Then you better open your eyes, because next to mine they are." Luna’s expression is calm, but there’s a spark of something fiery in those golden eyes. She holds Iris’s gaze steadily. "He was staring at mine." "Out of pity!" Iris shoots back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He felt sorry for you, so he gave them some charity attention." Luna doesn’t even flinch. She stares down at Iris with a cool intensity that only seems to get stronger the longer they stand off. "He was frowning when he looked at yours." "What!" Iris’s mouth drops open in disbelief, and I swear I can see steam coming out of her ears. Luna nods, her expression as serious as death. "He didn’t like them." "Liar!" Iris’s voice is a high-pitched squeak, and I’m honestly worried she might burst something. "They were too big for him," Luna states, matter-of-factly. Iris’s face turns the same shade as my own—bright red and ready to explode. "They are not too big!" "They sag," Well, I don’t blame her for believing that. Unfortunately, iris’s body just doesn’t play by the laws of physics. Iris lets out a furious cry and starts tearing at her clothes. "They do not sag! I’ll show you, you flat-chested freak!" She’s stripping down so fast I’m surprised there aren’t scorch marks on the floor. Within seconds, her top is off, and her massive breasts spring free with a bounce that defies gravity and makes my heart stop. "See!" Iris shouts triumphantly, cupping them like she’s presenting a national treasure. "Perfectly perky! Just how Luke Likes them!" I just stand there, dizzy from the overload of naked ambition, my eyes ping-ponging between the two of them. It’s a visual tug-of-war that I’m hopelessly losing, and their screams flow into the back of my mind as I appreciate the sight. Iris’s tits are ridiculous. Huge and impossibly round, they defy logic with their buoyant refusal to sag even an inch. They jut out proudly, dominating the space between us like twin planets in a very aggressive solar system. Then there’s Luna. Her breasts are more subtle but no less lethal. They’re perky and firm, perfectly shaped and fitting her athletic form like they were sculpted with precision. The way she holds them up just screams confidence. And that’s just the start. And then there’s iris’s ass. I didn’t think anything could compete with her chest for sheer volume, but oh boy, was I wrong. Her butt is a masterpiece of excess, two enormous, perfectly round globes that jut out with an audacious curve. They’re insanely thick and soft, jiggling like crazy with every small movement. Luna’s is different. It’s toned and athletic with a sleek roundness that gives just enough softness to drive me wild. Not nearly as fat as Iris’s, but just as perfect in a different way. Her lean build makes it stand out even more, a tight little package that contrasts with Iris’s all-you-can-eat buffet. "Luke!" Iris yells, her voice full of frustration and desperation as she pulls away from Luna and starts marching towards me. "Tell this stuck-up slut who you really want!" I can’t even breathe. This is insane. Luna matches Iris’s speed, closing the distance between them in two long strides. "You are the one he doesn’t want." Their bodies collide in a dizzying display of curves and flesh, and suddenly it’s like I’m watching some kind of crazy tit battle. They press their chests together, each trying to overpower the other with sheer volume and presence. Iris grunts as her massive breasts flatten against Luna’s more compact frame, her nipples turning a darker shade of pink with each passing moment. Her whole body is trembling with effort and obsession. Luna doesn’t back down an inch. Her red nipples grow impossibly hard, standing out boldly as she pushes back against Iris’s soft assault. What the fuck is happening. There are two fox girls, completely naked fighting in my room right now. "Alright, enough!" I yell, finally snapping out of my lust-induced stupor. I march over and grab both of them by the arms, pulling them apart with a strength I didn’t know I had. "Put some clothes on! Both of you!" They stare at me, surprised, like I’ve interrupted something important. "This is ridiculous," I say, trying to ignore how soft their skin feels under my hands. "You’re fighting over stupid shit!" Iris pouts, still cupping her glorious chest with one hand. "But she started it." "I don’t care who started it," I tell her, trying to sound firm even as my eyes betray me and glance down once more. "Just—please—for the love of sanity—put your clothes back on." Luna blinks at me, her expression unreadable as usual. "We thought you liked this." "Well, I—" My words fumble and trip over each other like drunks in a bar fight, but they make it clear I’m not winning any battles here. "Just humor me, okay?" I let go of their arms, and for a moment I think they might actually start up again, but then Iris lets out an exaggerated sigh and picks up her shirt with a huff. "You’re lucky I love him," she grumbles at Luna, slipping it over her head. Luna is slower, more methodical, as if the concept of putting clothes on is some kind of foreign ritual. Her eyes never leave me as she covers up, and I get the feeling she’s just biding her time. "Luna can have my bed tonight." "And where do you plan on sleeping?" Iris demands, not missing a beat. "The couch," I answer, bracing for the inevitable backlash. "Absolutely not!" Iris’s outrage is instant and explosive. "I’ll sleep on the floor before I let you do that!" Luna’s eyes flick between us with sharp interest. She seems almost amused by Iris’s outburst. "I will sleep on the couch" I repeat. "Luke!" Iris’s voice is shrill and disbelieving, but I don’t stick around to hear more. I make a beeline for the couch, collapsing onto it like the world’s lamest martyr. My head spins, the day’s insanity whirling like a carousel on crack. I close my eyes and try to block out everything—naked fox girls, screaming matches, and that insidious little whisper in my head that wonders if maybe, just maybe, I did like it. The thoughts swirl once, twice, and then they fade into nothing as exhaustion takes over.