You'll MAKE her forgive you, the hard way.

Your hurt expression stares at Gold Rush, her scowling visage and outstretched arm pointing you away. Then, as your eyes drift down towards her shirt's hefty boobs, rising and falling with each quickened breath after her light jog, your expression shifts into a defiant pout. If she's going to be like this, and not let you coach her anymore even after she said that you could -- then you'll just have to make her forgive you.

In a flash, you rush up towards and behind her. Before she can react you're already up against her back, with your arms wrapped around her front to grab a hold of her bulky tits. Immediately, all of her fight and all of her fiery attitude drains from her body as you start to gently pull them back, pressing them lightly into her chest with your palms.

"Nooo..." She moans. "I’m gonna... I’m gonna pass out...."

"Do you forgive me?" You demand, pulling back with your handfuls of boob just a little bit more to emphasize the importance of your question.

"P-puh-please stop..." She begs pathetically. "I’ll faint...!!"

That wasn't the response you wanted to hear, so without another work, you keep going. You can already feel her slowing down from just this light pressure -- your hero can’t stand up to this fondly ****, no chance. She’ll have let you back now for sure!

Gold Rush shudders, and leans some of her weight back against you as her legs start to weaken beneath her.

"Y-you’re gonna make me snooze....~" She whines.

You bite your bottom lip. Is she really gonna pass out? No way... you’ve barely even....

Gold Rush mewls cutely as you turn up the pressure just a bit, then groans and slides back even further against you. "Pleeaasseee…."

It feels like she’s about to nod off for real.... she’s in the palm of your hand....

You stop suddenly, releasing her breasts and unwrapping your arms from around her body. Gold Rush drops forward to the Courtyard grass on her hands and knees, gasping and panting in her doggystyle position as she struggles to regain her composure.

"Do you forgive me?" You ask again. When she doesn’t respond right away, you bend yourself over her hunched form, and place a hand on her belly button. You tease your hand to slowly slide up her taut belly, over her bottom ribs, heading on a direct course right towards her big....

"YES!" Gold Rush replies in a **** shout, suddenly. You quickly retract your hand stand upright again, clapping once.

"Good!" You beam. "So I can keep training you, right?"

"Y-yes... yes....." Gold Rush moans submissively, between huffs and puffs of breath, her words slurring somewhat, and her pretty face all red.

Awesome, it's good you two worked that out together! She's not in much of a state for further training at the moment, and you want to give her some time to really let your lesson sink in anyway, so for now you just leave her on her hands and knees in the Courtyard and skip off happily to do something else. But now that you've both come to an understanding, that should mean that later on you can play with her boobs as much as you like! For coaching purposes!