702 Shall Meet Again

"Booby Trap."

Veronica's brows creased together as she heard the name of the move. 

"I should have expected it."

She has been following his life ever since she met him in the slums. And she knew the type of person he truly was, especially in his Kiba form. 

As she spoke, the countless pairs of boobs pressed into her. They were soft and firm, offering sponginess that one wanted to experience by planting their faces and pretty much every part of their body. 

Veronica though felt no such desire. 

She was the Dream Weaver – the one who controlled others' dreams and desires. The opposite could never happen.

So, she moved her hands to push away the "walls of breasts" with her powers.

But her movement seemed to act as a "simulation" for the breasts. It was like her powers were fondling them unintentionally. They turned stiff, and the nipples hardened and elongated.

"Oh no!"