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Ms. Zhongli is beautiful. Poised and elegant, and her make-up and hair always immaculate. And the way her eyes light up when she smiles – she's the most amazing attraction in all of Liyue if you were to ask one Fatui diplomat called Childe.
And on top of it all she has the largest damn breasts Childe has ever seen – and the mirror maidens aren't exactly lacking in that department.
They are massive. Impossible to ignore even if they're always covered beneath varying layers of expensive silks.
The pair of them haunts Childe's dreams. They are beautiful. Perfectly shaped, like everything about Zhongli. Unfairly soft, too when Childe has accidentally brushed against them. The way Zhongli carries herself with perfect posture, her assets proudly on display definitely isn’t helping.
More than once Childe has caught herself staring as whatever Zhongli is rambling about goes in one ear and out the other without making any sense.
Are they even real? Childe would pay a hefty sum of mora for a chance to bury her face into them and find out.
But right now she is doomed to watch in despair as Zhongli pours her another cup of baijiu, her arms squeezing her breasts tighter together, the fabric of her shirt bunching up in a way that makes just a sliver of skin visible between the buttons.
As soon as the cup is full, Childe slugs it down in one gulp hoping it will soothe her nerves.
Childe has never been self-conscious about her own breasts. They're the perfect size for combat, never in the way. When her fellow recruits had shared tips to keep everything properly supported in their new Fatui uniforms, she'd just shrugged and gone braless.
Clothes are for utility and so is her body. It's strong and reliable and she wouldn't have it any other way. The only concession she makes for her appearance is her hair falling down to her shoulders in two fluffy braids – and that's only because her mother would cry if she cut it short.
She's never cared about being pretty, but with Zhongli she feels like a fish out of water.
She’s not quite ready to examine just what that means.
She knows just what she looks like in a mirror and she's fine with it. Narrow nose and narrow lips, her cheeks covered in freckles. Blue eyes that are a little too big for her face. She supposes they could be pretty if they weren't so empty.
She doesn't need to be pretty . But maybe she wouldn't mind looking just a bit more feminine.
Would Zhongli like that? Childe is quick to push the stray thought down, but more soon take its place.
What would it feel like if her breasts were just a little bigger? How do they even get that big?
Somehow her cup is full again so she chugs it down.
"How are they so big?" she blurts out without thinking as she slams the cup down, the alcohol loosening her control over her mouth.
Zhongli freezes, the bottle still in her hands as she looks at her curiously. “Pardon?”
Oh shit, Childe thinks as she claps her hand over her mouth. “Nothing.”
"Oh?" Zhongli's lips curve into an amused smile. She finishes pouring her own glass and sets the bottle down, fixing her collar with a little smile.
Childe has almost started to believe she hadn't heard her when she adds, "Were you perhaps referring to my bosom? I have noticed your gaze wandering there quite often as of late."
A tell-tale warmth of a blush creeps over Childe's cheeks, ashamed of being caught.
"Please, do not misunderstand. I do not mind,” Zhongli adds. "As to how they got so large, hmm, I truly cannot say."
“Never mind, I didn’t mean–” Childe tries to cut in, but Zhongli keeps talking.
“-But if the subject is to your interest, I have heard of an ancient adepti technique to enlarge breasts. It used to be quite popular a few centuries back, I believe,” she says.
“Uh-huh,” Childe mumbles, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow her whole just so Zhongli would drop the topic.
She isn’t so lucky. And when Zhongli starts speaking, she has learned it’s very difficult to get her to change the subject.
“I have had no need for such a technique, but if you are intrigued, I am familiar with the basics of the procedure. The most important part is a massage of the target area. I believe the basis of the technique is to enhance local circulation to accelerate cell growth
Childe snorts, shaking her head in disbelief. “I highly doubt something like that would work.”
“You shouldn’t judge anything so harshly unless you have evidence to prove the contrary,” Zhongli says, raising a single eyebrow. “Well, shall we?”
"Shall we what?"
"Give this technique a try?" Zhongli looks at her expectantly, giving a pointed look at Childe's chest.
Childe nearly spits out her drink.
This is not the direction she expected this conversation to go.
“You're offering to massage my boobs to make them bigger?” she asks in disbelief.
Zhongli waves her hand. "I would not have put it quite so crassly, but in essence yes.”
“...Now?”
"Why not?" Zhongli asks, cocking her head to one side. "There is no time like the present. Or are you otherwise occupied?"
Clearly, Childe isn’t as she’s currently sitting at the bar with Zhongli after spending the entire evening with her – opera and dinner included. “Well, no–”
Zhongli beams at her. “Marvelous,” she says, and with that all seems decided.
And so Childe finds herself in Zhongli's home, getting ready for a magical breast massage.
“Please have a seat”, Zhongli says, gesturing towards a settee settled against one wall of the lavish sitting room. “You can get undressed already. I must locate some supplies.”
She leaves Childe alone. Unsure what else to do, she shrugs off her jacket and shirt as instructed, standing awkwardly next to the settee with her arms crossed over her chest.
Childe isn't often self-conscious, but now, half naked in Zhongli’s living room, she can’t help it. This is just too weird.
Zhongli returns, holding folded towels and a small glass vial. “Ahh, perfect,” she says as she lays one of the towels over the settee, depositing the rest of the supplies on a small end table. “Please lie down.”
Her tone is perfectly matter-of-fact. Like inviting her acquaintance (Colleague? Friend?) to her home for a breast massage and asking her to strip was all perfectly normal.
When she turns to take off her own gloves and coat, Childe slips on the settee, her hands still held over her breasts.
“Now, let us see what we are working with”, Zhongli says, moving a carved stool next to the settee.
“We really don’t need to do this if you don’t–” Childe tries in vain to offer Zhongli one last out of this strange situation.
Zhongli waves her off. “Nonsense,” she says, her hands wrapping around Childe’s wrists.
As she lets Zhongli move her arms aside, it occurs to Childe that she has never seen Zhongli’s bare hands before. Her fingers are long and thin, and surprisingly strong, her nails perfectly oval and lacquered with a deep obsidian color.
Somehow seeing that small sliver of Zhongli’s bare skin feels almost more intimate than her own nakedness.
Zhongli stares at her breasts with a frightening intensity, as if there’s something deeply interesting engraved into them.
They really aren’t anything to write home about. Her breasts are small enough that Zhongli could easily cover them both with her hands, the ruddy nipples pointing away from each other. Freckles run from the top of her sternum all the way down to her breasts and to the dip between them.
“Haha, see, not much to work with,” Childe says with an awkward chuckle, trying to ease the tension.
“I think they are delightful,” Zhongli says, almost cooing. “Adorable.”
“Oh, shut up,” Childe bristles. “Who in their right mind wants their breasts to be called adorable?”
Zhongli clicks her tongue. “It seems your breasts haven’t received their due adoration. Let me correct that.”
She picks up the glass vial, pouring some of its contents into her palm. A lavish floral fragrance permeates the room.
"Silk flower oil. An indulgence of mine – and supposedly very good for this technique."
Where Childe herself is all sharp angles and toned muscle, Zhongli is gentle curves and even softer skin. Her hands are warm, and the skin of her palms smooth as she slowly rubs the oil onto Childe's skin.
Childe can hardly tear her eyes away from the sight of those hands against her breasts.
She starts at the very edges of Childe's breasts, working inward in smooth, even circles, the movements slow and meticulous as everything Zhongli does.
At first, it feels like a regular massage, except Childe is lying on her back and not her front. She almost manages to relax despite the bizarre circumstances.
Until Zhongli's thumb suddenly brushes against her nipple.
Childe tenses immediately, but the touch is so brief it may as well have been unintentional.
When she looks up at Zhongli, she is entirely concentrated on her work, staring intently down at Childe’s chest deep in concentration.
It must have been an accident, Childe thinks, exhaling through her nose to calm herself.
But then the small touch repeats.
And repeats.
Small, almost innocuous touches that keep happening over and over again.
Childe is definitely blushing now, her nipples perking up from that slight bit of attention.
The round motions Zhongli is massaging around her breasts are getting smaller and smaller, her fingers tracing the edge of her areola. Until finally, when the circles come to a close, Zhongli pinches both her nipples between a thumb and a forefinger.
Cilde inhales sharply. This time, there’s no question about the touch being intentional.
“My, you are quite sensitive here, aren't you?” Zhongi muses. “ Beautiful.”
“What– what are you doing?” Childe asks, her cheeks burning. She must be as red as a tomato by now, feeling hot all over.
“Is it not to your liking?” Zhongli asks arching one eyebrow.
“That– That’s not the issue.”
It really isn’t the issue. She likes it too much. Childe can only hope Zhongli doesn’t notice the way she’s pressing her legs together.
“There are other ways to increase blood flow in the area,” Zhongli says simply, but the way she smiles spells trouble.
She leans forward, resting her arms against Childe’s torso in a way that definitely isn’t necessary for the massage. She glances up at Childe through her lashes, her expression far too demure even as her still-covered breasts slide against Childe’s abdomen, her lips coming to a stop just inches from Childe’s breasts.
“May I?”
Childe may not be that experienced in the bedroom, but she knows where this is going.
“Uhhuh,” she mumbles and nods, her ability to form coherent words momentarily lost.
That’s all the encouragement Zhongli needs to suck her nipple in her mouth.
“Ohh-”
She twirls her tongue around the little nub, grazing it with just a hint of teeth before she pulls away.
“Your reactions are most enticing,” Zhongli says.
She dives back down, slathering biting kisses all over Childe’s breasts. Her hand drifts lower. She teases it between Childe’s legs, and just rests it there, a lingering touch through the fabric of her trousers
It sends Childe’s hips bucking, chasing after more. “Ngh, Zhongli–”
“So worked up already,” Zhongli muses as she once again stops, her eyes dark and smoldering as she looks up at Childe.
“And whose –ahh– fault is that?”
“Mm, perhaps I am indeed to blame,” Zhongli says and chuckles, “but in light of such temptation, how could I be expected to resist?”
She doesn’t move again.
Childe needs her to move.
“Zhongli– don’t tease.”
“Now, now, whatever do you mean? I was simply increasing your blood flow in the area, just as we agreed,” Zhongli says. “However, if you want something more than the treatment stipulated in our original contract, I am more than amiable, but–” her voice drops, “you have to ask.”
Childe blinks at her. “Are you serious?”
“But of course. Contracts should be honored, after all.”
“Fine. Would you please finish what you started?”
Zhongli’s smile turns slanted. “Good girl. Now, let jiejie take care of you.”
Childe’s pants come undone in a few movements. Zhongli pulls them aside along with her underwear, not bothering to fully remove them.
As she leans back to lavish her attention on Childe’s breasts again, her fingers slide across Childe’s folds, teasing and stroking at her labia before pushing in between them.
When she finds Childe already sopping wet, Zhongli just hums her approval.
Childe’s own hands dig into Zhongli’s hair, messing up her perfect bun. “Nn–”
Childe isn’t a stranger to sex, but this feels different. Zhongli is meticulous as she takes her apart, her incessant mouth and other hand still playing with Childe’s breasts, tugging and sucking at her nipples as her thumb circles Childe’s clit.
And every time her mouth is free, Zhongli murmurs encouragements against her skin:
“Such a sweet girl.”
“So responsive.”
It all makes Childe a little lightheaded.
When Zhongli finally, finally, starts stroking her clit, she sets a steady rhythm that makes Childe’s toes curl.
With that combined with everything else, it doesn’t take long for Childe to come undone.
Her breathing turns ragged, her thighs quivering as she comes.
Zhongli kisses her then, drinking a moan right off her lips, her fingers guiding her through that high as Childe clutches her closer for dear life.
When she pulls back, just for a moment it looks as if Zhongli’s pupils have contracted into thin slits, but Childe pulls her back down in a kiss of her own and the next time she sees her eyes, the strange effect is already gone. A trick of the eye, Childe thinks, nothing more.
Zhongli smiles at her then, her hands busy fixing her hair. “Now, shall we continue this in the bedroom proper?” she asks offering Childe a hand to pull her up.
Childe nods, still a little dazed, and takes her hand.
—
The continuation is thorough and very much reciprocated – Zhongli’s breasts are just as heavy and soft as Childe had imagined.
Afterward, Childe inspects herself in a huge brass mirror hung on the wall of Zhongli’s sitting room. She is still naked, her eyes narrow as she appraises the results of the so-called treatment.
Her nipples are slightly swollen and red from the attention of Zhongli’s mouth She’s also sporting an impressive hickey on the side of one of her boobs and what looks like teeth marks in a few places, but apart from that her breasts look the same as ever.
“I don't think my boobs got any bigger. So much for the revered adepti arts,” she says.
Zhongli's arms close around her from behind, her hands cupping Childe's breasts. Her breath tickles against the shell of Childe's ear as Zhongli meets her eyes in the mirror. “Perhaps the results are only evident after multiple sessions–”
“–Or it's a scam that someone came up with just to touch some breasts,” Childe cuts her off. That the person who came up with the thing might actually be Zhongli herself is left unsaid.
Zhongli laughs, the sound bright as a cascade of gold coins. “That may be so. But is there any harm in thoroughly researching the possibility? I am more than amenable to another session – or a few.” Her lips press against the pulse point beneath Childe’s jaw. “Although I do think these are quite wonderful as they are now.”
“Whatever you say.” Childe mutters, looking away, a blush again threatening to creep over her cheeks. “But I wouldn’t mind a re-do.”