Thomas and the Midara Wrestling League

"My focus is my faith. Those who try to impede my acts of worship in the ring rather irritate me. I don't show them mercy. Unlike you, who spent so much time playing with my boobs~ I was surprised you didn't worship Ms. Morgan's chest the same way." Himiko replied, giving Thomas some of the ideas he was trying to avoid.

"I think I was just more desperate for a win at that point." Thomas admitted. "Losing all those matches in a row was..." he trailed off.

"Aw... don't let that shake your confidence. Few would find success in the challenge you undertook. Don't set your expectations too high for yourself, only to disappoint." Himiko said, sympathetic to him.

"I guess." Thomas replied. "Well, it was nice seeing you, but I think I should get going."

"Very well. Don't be a stranger, Thomas. And, don't deny your lust, it's a blessed thing to let it out." Himiko said before they parted ways, at least for now. Leaving Thomas with free reign again.

Thomas decided to head back to his room. The little 'nap' he took in Himiko's room wasn't exactly restful, and he was still a little worn out from his gauntlet of matches. He figured some proper rest might do him some good.

As Thomas walked along the halls, he noticed some posters showing some stars he didn't recognize. They were twins, each with very curvy and 'blessed' bodies, and they were advertised as tag-team fighters. The tagline said 'In the mood for some two on one?', and their stage names were Summer and Autumn. One of them wore green clothes and hair, and the other blue. Said clothes were a scanty, tight-fitting leotard with windows for their cleavage and lower back. Everything about them was erotic, they didn't even hide it.

Thomas found himself stopping to stare at the one of the posters. After what he had just been through, was it any surprise his eyes were drawn to the pair's breasts?

Their bodies were nice, their breasts looked very full and soft. Their mirrored poses and winks looked like they were inviting Thomas to try fighting them. Surely, it'd be a great experience for him.

Thomas shook his head and forced himself to continue on his way. Ms. Morgan had told him that he shouldn't be fighting for a while.

Thomas made it to his room, peace and quiet and rest. He certainly needed it. One had to wonder what things he could get up to when he wasn't fighting.

He could find that out later. Not even bothering to close the door behind him Thomas stumbled off to his bed and quickly fell asleep.

Thomas slept like a rock, having vented a lot of lust out of his system with the help of the Goddess. He woke up feeling a lot better, although he felt like he slept a good while. It must've been the next day, and the start of his soft vacation.

Wow, he must had been even more tired than he thought. Once he finished getting ready for the day, Thomas decided to head to the gym for a morning workout.

While Thomas walked to the gym, he heard some footsteps to his side. Looking over, he saw none other than Clea Vage. "Hey! Great fighting out there! You even got Ms. Morgan out of retirement, at least for a fight." She chatted with him like a good friend.

"Oh, h-hi, Clea." Thomas said with a blush as tried to keep his gaze above the busty wrestler's chest. "How are you?"

"I'm doing pretty good. How about you?" She replied casually as they arrived at the gym. She headed in first, but held the door open for Thomas, keeping her eyes on him out of interest.

"A-Alright." Thomas told her. "After all of those back to back fights, Ms. Morgan wants me to stay out of the ring for a while."

"Yeah, that's for the best. Maybe an odd fight here or there, but you shouldn't strain yourself. Find a way to relax." Clea Vage said as she started her gym routine with some stretches. Noticeably, she wasn't mentioning anything about her reward to him. Maybe she forgot? Or wasn't going through with it now that he was on break?

"I-Is there anything relaxing to d-do around here?" Thomas asked as he struggled to keep his eyes off of the busty woman as her movements made her breasts bounce enticingly.

(Will Check)

Will Check (83) Fail

Clea Vage spoke to answer him, but Thomas had trouble catching what she was saying. She did her stretches as he watched her, which made her big, bouncy boobs put on an irresistible show for him. True to her name, she was showing so, so much cleavage for him.

"I-I'm sorry. C-Could you repeat that?" Thomas stammered as his eyes lingered on the woman's big bouncy breasts.

Will Check (77) Fail

Clea Vage spoke again, all while Thomas kept watching her tits bounce obscenely with every stretch. At least he could hear her this time. "There's a place where people can just meet up for some fucking, just go to the area with the fetish you're itching for and find someone, then go to a private room. Sometimes, even the stars show up there. I've gone to the boob fetish room on occasion." Clea Vage shared casually.

"R-R-Really?" Thomas asked with a blush. His mind started to feel a bit hazy, like he was becoming hypnotized by the show Clea and her boobs were giving him.

"Really. Going there probably wouldn't be much rest, but it would be stress-free, I'm sure the fights can get pretty stressful, huh?" Clea Vage said, starting a routine of lifting some dumbells, every lift making her breasts shift in a new way.