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Boobs.

This topic has been coming for a while so let's get this out the way because Relon knew, and any cosmic deity living on another realm viewing his life out of sheer enjoyment knew, that this topic was coming.

He, a male, a powerful Aeon Child, a lucky guy with two girlfriends, a lucky guy to have punched in his V-card some time ago, and a guy who has recently been told that the application of more family members is now acceptable; is currently in a predicament. One he has oddly found himself in before. The only difference is the last time he walked in on someone with a piece of their flesh exposed, it was Silver Wolf fresh out the shower. After they were already together.

This was not the same. Combined with the jovial and mischievous hints left behind by his friend and lover respectively, the far reaches of his mind had suspected something to be amiss. That thought was put on a brief hold upon arriving at Asta's room and beginning their discussion for it to return and realize the trap he had walked into.

Relon is a firm believer in all sizes being great. He is an avid supporter and member of various groups. The "flat is justice platoon," the "oppai & thigh gang," even the "all size makes the wood rise syndicate." Many groups of such caliber understood the importance of human attraction but the issue lied in where that importance lied on the line known as respect. For groups that Relon is a part of, they understand and respect the anatomy in full. For others scattered across the cosmos, not so much.

Of course, showing such status online would have himself found out before long by Silver Wolf. Even he had his own private life away from it all. He is just a normal member. Not something so high up on the social ladder but not necessarily low either. To him, breasts prevailed over butt. Now, that didn't mean he didn't not like a nice butt. He always has a fondness for a cute bubble butt like Silver Wolf's or March's. But breasts prevailed everytime.

The world of breasts seemed limitless as opposed to the usage behind one's rear. Innerboobs, sideboobs, underboobs, sizes both small and large, sportswear outlining the shape without any need to imagine versus layered clothing that one only could imagine the treasure chests that lied underneath; so much could be done. Still, this was just an opinion. He's seen debates within previously mentioned groups explaining in great detail on why one's butt is the noblest of prizes to acquire. To each their own.

Is he down bad for a pair of boobs to the point he'd do whatever he would want? Of course not. He has restraint. He's not down bad, down horrible, down terrible, down horrendous, down cataclysmic, down catastrophic, down apocalyptic, or even down bad on a universal level. On no level would an infinite amount of tits or ass make him succumb to such an unhinged level. Unlike... others that he has had the displeasure of meeting.

Why was he thinking about disgust and boobs at the same time again?

"Relon..."

Oh yeah. He was currently trying to respectfully not stare at Asta's beautiful looking underboob. Silver Wolf and Arlan had set him up knowing of her attire's condition and used her own physical exhaustion as a deliberate distraction. How he didn't realize or recall earlier during the fight evaded his mind. Still, the rise in both his heart and his nether regions was not good in this situation.

He had tried to look away in his defense but the earnest young woman beckoning him to look forward didn't help his impending doom.

Once more, he wrung his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight. No matter how great it looked, he couldn't bring himself to awe out of the sheer respect he had for Asta. They've been through a lot together including Arlan and he wouldn't do anything to ruin the friendship they've forged over the last few years.