Gold Rush tells you about her knockout boobs…

Gold Rush gives a mournful look up to the TV again, as it plays her crushing up-close **** slumber session again. You’re just staring as the side of her face, waiting for an explanation. She lets out a sigh.

“Gold Rush, did you….?” You begin, speaking slowly as your mind races. “Did you lose that fight…?”

There's a long silence.

"...Yes. I lost all of those fights." She says.

No way, that can't be right....

"It's this darn weakness of mine." She says, gesturing with her hands to her boobs. Your eyes stick on them, staring at their clear swell and curves beneath the slightly-bunched school shirt material that covers them. "I mean, you must already know, right? You've seen it happen. If anything touches them with any amount of ****, even just a lingering gentle pressure, I can't help but pass out."

What's she talking about? That doesn't sound like the sort of thing you'd repress to keep a spotless image of your hero until finally confronted with it face-on. You've definitely not seen that sort of thing before now. This is all totally new ground for you - a second ago you thought she was unbeatable, and now you learn that she's lost? In fact, she's lost at least as many times as all of those tapes she only showed you the starts of! And there were enough for you to get bored! You're speechless, trying to gather your thoughts.

"So then..." You slowly start to form words again, mouth feeling a bit dry. "Does that mean... you're not easy to beat, right? You aren't just a paperweight? You only lose to the best of the best, don't you?"

"Am I easy to beat?" Gold Rush asks. She lowers her head. “.....Yeah, it doesn’t take a lot to beat me. A handful of these puppies, and I’m all yours. From the weakest bookworm to the most clueless kid — if my heavy tit’s in your hand, my life may as well be too. Sure nothing I can do to stop ya from getting me on the floor snoring.” Gold Rush sighs. You don't believe this....

You stay silent even longer, just trying to organise all of this new information about your hero. But something stops you. Something keeps riding up to the top of your mind, and locking you in place. What she said just now.... that just about anybody could beat her.... you can't stop thinking about it.

You find yourself continuously shooting quick sideways glances at her boobs, intently watching them move and shift as she breathes. Eyeing them up like a predator would. You feel the fingers in your right hand twitch. But you couldn't.... could you? She's your hero.... the best fighter in the school..... there's no way it would be as easy as just reaching over and..... making her your prey.

Gold Rush catches you looking in her peripheral vision, and turns to you. Your eyes remain glued to this new front-on angle of her breasts as she speaks.

“What’s up?”