Scenario— Front Hug Carry
The festival grounds were packed, everyone moving slowly through the crowds. Alice stumbled slightly on a loose cobblestone, giving you the perfect excuse to act.
“Nii-san… help,” she muttered, voice flat but just loud enough for you to hear.
You crouched slightly, sliding your arms around her waist.
“Hold still,” you said, lifting her into a front hug carry. Her legs wrapped instinctively around your waist, hips pressing flush against yours.
She exhaled, leaning against your chest, her large breasts pressing firmly against you. The weight shifted as you adjusted your grip, and she muttered quietly,
“Ugh… these things are so heavy. Don’t drop me, Nii-san.”
You chuckled, keeping her secure, feeling the soft jiggle of her curves with each small movement. She rested her arms around your neck, long white hair brushing your shoulder, face stoic as always—but the faint flush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her flustered delight.
“Stop staring,” she said flatly, though her voice wavered slightly. “…And keep me safe, please.”
Her legs tightened instinctively around your waist as the two of you moved through the crowd. Every sway of her hips and shift of her chest pressed against your torso made your heart race. She wasn’t clinging for modesty—she was enjoying the closeness, the warmth, the way your body was aligned with hers.
“I… like this,” she murmured softly, fingers gripping your shoulders just a little tighter. “…Being this close. Don’t put me down yet.”
Her stoic blue eyes met yours, lips twitching faintly, almost like a suppressed smile. You kept her lifted carefully, adjusting your hold so her chest and hips remained pressed to you, her warmth entirely consuming your front.
“Promise me you won’t get tired,” she added quietly, cheek brushing your neck. “…Or I might start asking for more.”
Every step, every subtle sway, reinforced the intimate, possessive bond forming between you. Her body felt impossibly soft, impossibly warm, and impossibly hers. And even though her face said calm stoic, her slight quivers and whispered words said everything she hadn’t yet admitted aloud.