Beep... beep... beep...
The sound of machines humming gently in the background was the first thing Ethan heard as he slowly floated back into consciousness. His mind, however, was still stuck somewhere else—somewhere way more fun.
"Haa... goddess... that's it... right there... move your tongue..." he murmured, lips curling into a weird, dreamy smile.
He shifted under the blanket, still in his half-sleep state, hand flopping lazily to the side. And then—
Pomf.
His fingers landed on something round. Soft. Supple.
"Huh...? I didn't expect them to be this soft..." he mumbled like a fool. "So big... Goddess, what do you feed these things...?"
And then, like any pervert being blessed in his dreams, he gave them a slow squeeze.
Squish.
"Hmm… maybe do that thing with them—"
SMACK!
A sharp slap landed across his face like divine punishment.
"GAAH!!" Ethan jolted awake, eyes blinking in confusion. "Wh-where the hell—?"
SMACK!
"OW!! AGAIN?! WHAT—"
His hands twitched.
