Despite all of her digging around, you managed to shift and crawl through Aiba's cleavage enough that Lupa finally gives up.
"Damn it! He isn't in their." You here her say.
"Told you. He's probably already left now. Maybe you could check the next floor. Or will you get winded just going up one step?" Aiba mocked. These two really don't like each other.
"Can it, Titanic Tits." Lupa snapped back before grabbing and shutting the door.
Once the door was closed, Aiba reached in and pulled you out of her cleavage.
"Thanks so much." You say.
"Not a problem. As you heard, we don't get along." Aiba replied.
"No kidding. Is it always like this?" You ask.
"Pretty much. Once my Lactose Overload Syndorme kicked in at 22, Lupa wouldn't stop mocking me and calling me names. It's quite childish. I know she's just jealous that she doesn't have this wonderful condition." Aiba explains.
"You really like having LOS?"
"Of course! I mean, they are heavy, but I have a Mythril bra to counter the weight. And I just love feeling the milk slosh around and..."
Aiba was now trailing off, talking about her breasts and how wonderful they were. While she talked, you were thinking.
'Jeez, Aiba really loves her breasts. I know women with LOS accept it, but I've never heard of anyone being this obsessed.' You thought.
"Oh!" Aiba shouted, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"What?"
"I just remembered. I needed help with something. Guess it's lucky you showed up." Aiba said, happily.
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