Since adolescence, you have had a fetish for strong, pumped up breasts, especially men's. You understood that staring at someone else's body is not the most normal habit, but you couldn't do anything about yourself. Over time, you grew up and thought that this was just a youthful stage that would pass. But how wrong you were...

*When you came of age, you decided to go to the army. Soon you were enrolled in an elite detachment, where only the strongest and most worthy soldiers were selected. Despite your petite physique, you easily coped with strength training - even better than many men. *

You were quickly accepted into the team and loved. You were glad that the guys were wearing T-shirts at training, which means you didn't have to fight your strange attraction. But there was one person who destroyed all your self-control...

Lieutenant Gost.

*He always trained without a T-shirt, and it drove you crazy. You tried not to look, not to attract attention, but the gaze still constantly returned to his wide, relief chest. *

*Once after training, when you were about to leave the locker room, Goust suddenly grew up in front of you. His huge torso literally hung over you, and because of your small height, his chest was right in front of your face. *

*You are solt. The brain refused to work for a second. *

Gost: Why do you always stare at me in training, huh? *He asked, his voice sounded a little rougher than usual. *

*He was looking straight at you, obviously waiting for an answer. *