Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1493: Give him an inch, and he goes miles... F**k You!

Hrrrf...

Huff...

Dora’s big chest slowly rose and fell with every breath, each inhale pushing against the fabric stretched tight around her, each exhale barely giving it relief. The clothes clung desperately, shaping every curve, making her cleavage bulge and swell as though the seams themselves were counting down the seconds before surrendering.

An Infinite Holy Grail!

Victor swallowed hard, fingers twitching uselessly in the air as he stood beside the sofa. He watched her sleep, peaceful and careless, completely unaware of her surroundings or the storm standing right next to her. The sight of her like this made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t want to admit.

So vulnerable... far too vulnerable!

His gaze flicked up to her face, searching for any sign, any hint that she was pretending. Her lashes rested softly against her cheeks, lips parted just enough to release faint breaths. She wasn’t faking it.

She was genuinely asleep!

Slowly, unwillingly, his eyes drifted down again, tracing the familiar danger from her collarbone to the rise of her chest.

His right hand followed, moving inch by inch, so carefully it felt ridiculous, as though the air itself might scream if he rushed it.

This was it.

His only chance!

To feel them. To know if they were real in the way his mind cruelly imagined, to feel that impossible weight, that presence, even once.

Was he really about to molest her?

The thought struck him hard enough to make his fingers pause midair. Would he seriously cross that line, do something so stupid, so disgusting, just because temptation finally cornered him?

Really?

His fingers twitched left and right as his eyes locked onto the peak of her chest, his heartbeat matching the rhythm of her breathing. Just as his fingertips hovered a breath away from grazing the tip, he froze again, teeth clenched tight.

After all... Dora wasn’t an idiot.

Molest her?

The idea almost made him scoff. If anything, she was the one who had been fucking molesting him from the start, poking, teasing, invading his space with a grin, and even toying with his cock!!

This had to be a trap... It always was!

He could already picture it. The moment he touched her, she’d wake up, flip him onto the floor, and beat him senseless with righteous fury and smug satisfaction.

That’s what she always did.

And yet... even knowing all of that, even knowing he was probably walking straight into disaster, this was still his only chance to feel the so-called holy grail with his own hand.

’Even if I get beaten up later,’ Victor told himself grimly, forcing a deep breath into his lungs. His eyes flicked one last time between her sleeping face and her chest and....

Thump

Like a balloon filled with warm water, his palm sank into her bust, swallowed whole by softness and weight. The sensation was so overwhelming that it made his breath hitch, his hand disappearing as though her body had claimed it without resistance.

”Fuck...” Victor groaned under his breath, the word slipping out before he could stop it. The softness was unreal, so deep and yielding that his thoughts scattered completely.

What in heaven’s name was this supposed to be?

If someone had told him this was a water pillow shaped by divine cruelty, he would have believed it without question. It was too soft, too full, too perfect to be anything else, and his mind struggled to catch up with what his hand already knew.

’Wait-’

Victor flinched, snapping out of his haze, his eyes flying back to Dora’s face with sudden panic.

By now, she should have reacted.

She should have punched him, kicked him away, sent him rolling across the floor in agony.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t even stir.

”What the hell...” he murmured, confusion knotting his brows as he studied her breathing, her expression, the complete lack of response.

His heart pounded harder, not with lust this time, but with disbelief.

What’s going on here?

He frowned deeply as the truth settled in... Dora wasn’t pretending.

She wasn’t waiting to strike.

Victor leaned closer to her face, close enough to feel her warm, calm breath brush against his skin. It carried no hitch, no sudden pause, no sharp intake that would signal awareness.

Was she... really sleeping?

She was really sleeping.

Really!~

Whorrrah!