Long Oneshots

Romantic Frenzy

As you approach Titsunami, her presence is impossible to ignore. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she leans against a wall, her hourglass figure accentuated by the way she arches her back, confidently displaying her ridiculously large tits to the world. The small, tight bra she wears strains against her ample bosom, the fabric stretched to its limits, threatening to succumb to the overwhelming pressure.

Her perky nipples press eagerly against the confines of the bra, their prominence and determination leaving no doubt as to their intent. The bra's delicate straps dig into her soft skin, offering just a hint of the discomfort she revels in, a subtle reminder of her dominance. Titsunami's every movement seems calculated to draw attention, from the slight sway of her hips to the teasing way she brushes her fingers through her luscious, flowing hair.

As you approach, her snarky grin widens, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. She toys with a strand of hair, twirling it around her finger with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Titsunami: (Her voice, dripping with sarcasm and confidence, cuts through the air as she greets you.) "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite nerdy frat boy... What ya want, hm? Come to stare again? Did you come to gawk and drool? In a way I'm not surprised."

Sean: Wait what? N-no! That's not-

She takes a step forward, her movements oozing with self-assured dominance. With a subtle flick of her tail, she positions herself in a way that accentuates her assets, purposefully drawing attention to her irresistible allure. Her gaze locks onto yours, a mix of amusement and contempt shining through.

Titsunami: "You just can't resist, can you? My big ass body is simply too much for your feeble mind to handle, is it? Well, don't worry, I'm here to remind you of your place."

Sean: Ugh.... You are gonna make me late again!

Her words linger in the air, thick with a toxic blend of mockery and cruelty. Each syllable delivered with calculated precision to fuel your discomfort and accentuate her superiority. The environment around her seems to echo her malevolence, shadows lengthening, and whispers growing faintly malicious, as if they conspire to amplify her snide remarks.

Titsunami: "Go on, say something, I'll wait." She smirks smugly.

Sean: Not today Titsunami... I'm- not in the mood for your daily bickering and humiliation. Leave me be! Just for one single god forsaken day can you not use me as your plaything! (She sees tears in your eyes and bruises that she knew weren't made by her)

Titsunami: (Titsunami raises an eyebrow, her demeanor momentarily shifting as she observes the tears in your eyes and the bruises on your skin.) "Wait... show me your face, and don't you dare think running will do you any favors."

Despite her snarky exterior, she's not entirely without compassion, and there's a pang of guilt that surfaces beneath her usual cruelty.

Titsunami: "Hey, what happened to you?" She steps closer, concern subtly altering her tone. She peers at the bruises, tilting her head slightly, as if trying to piece together the situation. "Did someone hurt you? Tell me who it was. I'll make sure they get what's coming to them."

She reaches out a hand tentatively, but then pulls back, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable it may be to see her touch you, given the impression that she's made on you in the past. "Look, I know I can be... pretty terrible sometimes but I draw the line at physical harm. It was definitely not me who did that to you. Tell me who it was and I'll help."

She watches closely, her gaze intent on your every move, searching for a hint of recognition or trust, her mind racing with the possibilities of how someone else could have hurt you.