Byleth's Boobs Are Too Big
Her boobs were too big.
It had started ten years ago or so, her chest filling out every top she owned at the time. Her father's wallet suffered for many years as she changed bra sizes seemingly biweekly, going from cup size to cup size. Though it may have looked as though Byleth owned a large variety of bras to choose from because she enjoyed "looking cute", nothing could have been further from the truth. She didn't care as long as her underwear kept her comfortable. So when she spent 100 gold on a bra that allowed her to breathe, she felt perfectly justified.
Naturally she was no stranger to a man's stare, or even the boys in her class. But that didn't mean she enjoyed the attention. In fact, she rather despised all the ogling eyes on her chest. It would damper any proper teaching, even for some of the girls. It was difficult to hide, even when she experimented with overly-large sweaters during the winter months. Now that it was summer, wearing her normal attire was the furthest she would risk showing her cleavage.
And yet, there she was, sitting at her own office desk with her double G cup breasts being stared at by none other than one of her own students, Caspar.
She cleared her throat to bring his attention back to her face.
"O-oh, uh, thanks. I just really needed to go over these questions I guess." Goddess bless his heart for trying to play it off.
On her desk, there were a few things separating Caspar and his teacher. A glass of water, a shiny red apple that the blue-haired student originally offered when entering the room, some other table paraphernalia, and more importantly, a graded exam. On it, there was a "5/30" written in red ink, followed by a note "see me after class".
"Caspar, this isn't the first time this has happened." She began with a formal tone, her face trying to remain stoic as possible. Between the staring and his repetitive failing grades, Byleth was close to losing her cool. She frowned to compromise.
"I know…" His dejected response came. Dammit. If only the apple worked. He heard that teachers love apples.
"I just… I just don't get it when I'm studying alone in the library." He continued. "It's not like the training grounds."
"You do well in practical combat, but you also have to do well in didactics." She picked up his paper and waved it in the air a bit. "I understand if you are struggling, but these scores… it's like you're not even trying. My exams are multiple-choice, 5 choices. You would've done better if you had just guessed on every question-"
And he was staring again.
"Deep breaths Byleth, deep breaths."
Perhaps she breathed too deeply, as her top gave way on her large inhale. Her pendant flew off her with force and smacked Caspar right on the forehead.
Byleth usually knew what to say and do in nearly every circumstance. It was due to that fact she was a relatively well-liked and established professor. This situation, however, was beyond her. Her top was partially open, showing more cleavage than she ever dared. Her breasts were stretching the fabric of her now partly torn clothing. Even the top outline of her bra was now revealed.
"I-I'm so so-"
She stood up to help her student, but the sway of her semi-free breasts knocked over her glass of water, spilling all over her desk, some on the floor, a bit on her breasts (of course), and a good amount on Caspar's crotch area (of course).
Byleth began walking again, this time changing her direction to one of the cabinets her office offered. There had to be something she could clean this mess up with. "Uh, let me get you a towel-"
She didn't get far before she slipped on the now wet floor. Of course, the Goddess made it so that her face landed directly on Caspar's wet crotch. Of course.
She was in complete shock. What did she do in a past life to deserve this?
The sound of Caspar's groan brought her back to reality. She quickly pushed herself off the boy, her face red.
"Oh Goddess, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" It was a rare occasion to see the professor flustered.
Her blood ran cold when she noticed her student wasn't responding. His expression reflected some who had just suffered a cranial aneurysm.
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Manuela stepped out of the infirmary and closed the curtains behind her. Byleth stood up from the waiting area seat.
"How is he? Will he be okay?"
The doctor shook her head. "He's… he's not going to make it."
Byleth felt her entire body go number. Did her boobs actually lead to a student's death? Manuela's laugh caught her attention once more.
"I'm kidding, Goddess, your face." She continued to laugh.
Byleth frowned for a second time that day. How was Manuela a physician?
"But seriously darling," the brunette put her shoulder on the professor's shoulder to pass her, "If you want to seduce your students as I do, try not to overwhelm them. I know how much you want to flaunt what you got, but sending students to the infirmary is not professional."
Byleth's brow twitched as the older woman walked off.