Makoto: "Hey girls."

Girls: "Hey Itou, what's up?"

Makoto: "Well, Planet Earth has become really a drag, everybody hates me."

Girls: "Ah-ah, not the gal over there."

Makoto: "She? They say she's a precious and rare plant on top of high cliff, she's very unique, even kinda…weird."

Girls: "We don't care what people say, she will always accept you even entire world turns its back to you."

December 24th, a snowy evening, does little impact to human activities. In this sector of this planet, Christmas is more involved with romance than religion, under the even brighter and more colorful unban lights there are thousands of couples enjoying the Silent Night, and thousands of singles are on the way to meet their love interests for enjoying the Holy Night. Makoto Itou belongs to the latter category: "Gonna be a White Christmas, but that won't solve my problem: What gift I should give her?"

【Flashback】

A few days ago in Sakakino Gakuen, Kotonoha Katsura invited Makoto with blush: "Makoto-kun, I…want to invite you to spend Christmas Eve with me…"

【Flashback Ends】

Makoto's face turns red too: "Come on! She's even more luscious when blushing…I can't help to rejoice when think about her…wait! Gotta back to the topic, what gift I should give her?"

【Flashback】

Kotonoha smiles warmly and shyly, also is full with longing: "I will wait for Makoto-kun at the honeymoon suite of Sakakino Hills Hotel. I will wait for you until you come. Because I love Makoto-kun, I'm Makoto-kun's girlfriend…and I'll give you the best Christmas present."

【Flashback Ends】

Makoto: "I wonder what great deed I did before, to be rewarded a goddess like her as girlfriend. If perfect girls really do exist, then she's one of them: Daughter of a prominent family, beautiful, polite, academically accomplished and proficient in martial arts, has everything a girl can dream for — while I'm just a plain dude, the disparity is too great…" No pressure pal, you're not that plain as your self-diagnose suggests, at least you're quite an accomplished amateur fashion designer and a chef yourself, promising future if you pursue such careers. Stressful or not, it's the time to go to his girlfriend's place, trust you feelings and don't let Jonah Complex win.

Kotonoha, in costume of a typical aristocratic girl: A suit of ruby-colored longuette, white pantyhose and a pair of red boots, greets Makoto with an elegant smile at the door of a luxury suite which is designed for a couple: "Good evening Makoto-kun, merry Christmas Eve."

"G…good evening Kotonoha…and…merry Christmas Eve." Now is Makoto's turn to blush, as he walks in and Kotonoha locks the door: "Sorry I'm late, I was held up of something."

Kotonoha: "It's all right. Makoto-kun come to me after all."

Makoto: "Kotonoha…you don't worry about I'm not coming?"

Kotonoha answers with a smile that can melt any boy's heart: "I knew Makoto-kun will come, every time I'm in trouble, Makoto-kun comes to rescue. You are my knight in shining armor."

Makoto is so touched: "I am and always is, your knight in shining armor…" Then he finds Kotonoha snuggles closely to his chest, rises her sweet and delicate face for an appropriate angle, with her pretty, dark-purple eyes closed — the typical signal of requesting a kiss.

So Makoto and Kotonoha shares a deep, very deep and long kiss. Then they break the kiss, look deeply into each other's eyes, and kiss again, and again. During this process, he slowly and gently pushes her backwards, to the double-bed, after reaching the destination, Makoto begins to undress Kotonoha who's already having a burning-hot temperature as well as accelerating rates of heartbeat and breath thanks to previous kissing, with utmost carefulness and gentleness. No worries and no hurries, slow tasting gets good tastes.

"Makoto-kun, my body…do you like it?" Kotonoha asks with a dolce and sexy smile. Her very existence is to pulverize others', especially males', rationalities, one of the evidences is even already had witnessed her nudity for multiple times, Makoto is still completely mesmerized: "Your body is perfectly carved by the creation, peerless." He talks in mind: "Gotta have a hard look into your genetic coding if I have a chance, wonder what kind of unearthly bio-engineering can achieve such goddessly beauty."

However the gene part can wait, as the couple kisses again — not only on lips, the boy pecks his lover's cheeks and chin in a manner of drizzles, then slowly moves down, to smooth neck, to tender shoulders…collecting her unique, intoxicating flavors of fragrance by both nose and tongue-tip. Kotonoha is slightly trembling and vaguely moaning as Makoto stamps his love on her top-tier chinaware-like snow-white skin — not because the fear of being touched, but the pleasure — both physiologically and psychologically. The boy shifts attention to his favorite dish among the lavish banquet — one of Kotonoha's most signature features — melon-sized, perfectly-shaped breasts that makes an extreme contradiction to the slender waist and flat belly which look may break if not handled carefully. Makoto tries hard to go into Kotonoha's unfathomable, tightly-closed cleavage as he did before, but his access is denied by due to the immenseness and firmness of the twin-mountains as always — yet he never expects to successfully invade this mysterious canyon, instead to inhale the exclusive milky fragrance of these pair of heavenly entities, as well as to feel the supreme tactile impression including fineness, smoothness and warmth, also the faint heartbeat.

On the other hand, Kotonoha finds herself unconsciously wraps her arms around Makoto as she feels his soft kisses, burning breath and the pressing, red-hot face on her hypersensitive breasts, and her body is approaching the flashpoint of orgasm in an alarming rate: Pinkish hue is emerging on snowy but burning skin; private sector between long, curvaceous legs is leaking feminine juice originated from vagina; both thighs are rubbing each other tightly…last but not the least, rapidly heaving chest synchronized with panting, and the rock-hard nipples. Makoto turns to rain kisses on Kotonoha's breasts but deliberately avoids the ruby-like peaks, and she gets orgasm even nipples and areolae are left untouched — about one tenth of females can reach orgasms via only stimulating breasts — Kotonoha is obviously among this one tenth and is on or near the most-sensitive end.

Of course a single orgasm is far from satisfying both physiologically and psychologically, besides a lavish banquet is meant to be savored slowly and carefully, and Makoto himself is far from done with the favorite dish, also the most prideful aspect of Kotonoha's — the extremely busty bosom that easily best all other females in the campus. Not a single male can resist the enchantment casted by this double-set of sacred mountains, yet only Makoto has the privilege to witness such grandeur unobscuredly and closely: A pair of impeccable breasts that so huge, even a stalwart adult male's fully-extended hands can only cover a minimum fraction of the superficial areas; her skin is already flawlessly delicate and alabaster, but still second to the breasts' surface, combining with the tender, distended fleshes, makes him can't help wondering a slight poking from fingertip will puncture a hole on surface and milk instantly flows out — actually Makoto won't be surprised if Kotonoha is lactating — these breasts that developed too early, grew too quickly and matured too much, are promising an infinite productivity of milk as well as a thoroughly breastfeeding for her offspring. He is even further pleased her breasts are obviously becoming even more gigantic as the result of his frequent physical stimulations during past months, for example groping, kissing, licking and suckling — so-called "positive feedback" or more literary "nurtured by love", although some time is required to catch up and exceed her mother Manami Katsura, however like aforementioned — only a matter of time — yet they still maintain perfectly-shaped and firmly domineer over their foundations to proudly declare their own existences and never succumb to gravity.

"Please…don't stare so hard…" Under her lover's burning gaze, Kotonoha feels her breasts are faintly dilating and aching internally while nipples are getting even erecter. "What a beautiful color…so lovely." Makoto moves his sight to peaks of snowy mountains, staring at the large, plump, erected, ripe-strawberry-like nipples standing in the very centers of ideally puffy areolae of same color. Suppressing the urge of sucking her nipples, he reaches for the wondrous breasts to fondle them, and they are changing shapes with both compliance and recalcitrance under his actions, as if strongly countering his fingers and palms' "invasion", bestowing him superlative feelings of touching. Kotonoha gasps as a completely different pleasure is transferred into her via Makoto's groping, and soon she reaches orgasm for the second time. Then finally, thinking the time is right, Makoto kisses her nipples and holds one of them in his mouth, sucking mildly like a starving infant, an unspeakable taste of deliciousness spreads and fills his oral in an instant.

"Makoto-kun…looks like a baby…it's so itchy…" Kotonoha moans and pants even more rapidly, meanwhile Makoto continues his tenacious feeding on her left and right nipples alternately as if sucking milk out from the still-inactive mammary glands, seems her breasts are springs of life and sources of nutrition for him, and her third orgasm comes even quicker. "Good boy, good boy, so cute…" She looks at the suckling boy with a blissful gaze, and gently fondles his hair, as if a young, beautiful mother is breastfeeding her baby. It's is not strange for Makoto to have such an infatuation to Kotonoha's breasts: He had an uneasy childhood for his father abandoned him and his mother, then his mother, working as a nurse, is always at work for days and rarely spent time with him. So Makoto is severe lack of motherly love, and desperately to seek it from Kotonoha. On the other hand, Kotonoha, understanding her lover's past, is willing to make up his sorrow via whatever approaches he wants. There's another reason, that is, every female has maternal instinct, especially to younger ones of opposite gender. In Kotonoha's case, her maternal instinct is way stronger than average, and she is older than Makoto for two hundred and eighty-six days — a perfect transmitting end to an ideal receiving end — from motherly love's point of view — or simply "they're made for each other". "It will be like this when we have a child, can't expect anything more blissful." Both of them think in unison.

Makoto is still breastfeeding from — more precisely "dry breastfeeding" from his goddess' nipples — he can do this for entire day — and she is glad to let him to have his way. His actions go bolder, not only purely sucking, also licks and kisses those erect rubies and the areolae from time to time. Every time Makoto licks or kisses, Kotonoha shivers by the intense tickle, and moans his name lovingly. He even begins to suckle both nipples simultaneously by pressing both her breasts against each other, instead of stimulating each one in rotation, amplifying the pleasure for several magnitude and enabling the "receiving end" to orgasm one after another in an even more frequent session.

"The reason of me being late is choosing a suitable gift for you, sorry I couldn't find one." A break, Makoto apologies genuinely. Kotonoha slightly shakes head: "I already have the best present, it's you, Makoto-kun." She gently caresses his cheek: "And this is my present for Makoto-kun…my first time…my virginity…please accept." An understanding smile, a passionately kiss between the heartedly touched kisses couple, then both of them imbue the purities they keep for each other by the love they offer for each other. After climaxing altogether, Makoto and Kotonoha collapse on bed, holding each other tightly in arms, too much emotion is harbored, too many words want to say, however only a hug and a kiss are more than enough. During the following hours they keep doing sexual intercourse until almost midnight and both are completely exhausted, then Makoto carries Kotonoha to bathroom with a manner called "princess hug", they wash themselves clean, and get ready to sleep.

Kotonoha, in pajamas, is sitting at the edge of bed, Makoto sits behind her, carefully combs her silky, super-long, dark-purple and fragrance-emitting hair.

Makoto: "Finished…Kotonoha?" He finds her pretty dark-purple eyes are closed — already fallen asleep. After arranging his sleeping beauty to sleep properly, Makoto switches off lights and goes to bed too, right beside her: "Sleep tight my goddess, and sweet dream."

【Ending Theme & Credits】

Another December 24th, a snowy evening.

Inside a luxury villa, Makoto is blissfully watching his wife, Kotonoha, who breastfeeds a pair of twins with equal blissfulness, if not more blissful. Months of breastfeeding had made the babies healthy and strong, like an old saying "Growing bigger for one inch with each passing day". As for Kotonoha herself, she recovers pretty fast and well from pregnancy and delivery, still such experiences do left some traces on her, notably radiating a strengthened sensation of maternity, evidenced by the further upgraded bust-size — of course her husband is absolutely not going to complain.

Makoto puts the two little princesses in cradles to sleep properly, meanwhile Kotonoha is trying to stop milk from leaking by applying pressures to nipples — not very effective since once her fingers loosens a little, milk squirts uncontrollably from nipple-tips and immediately the room is full of milky redolence — short supply is quite problematic, but oversupply is also an issue to be contend with — even the babies come with very good appetites, still too much milk is accumulated in mammary glands, resulting a painful engorgement. However when there's a problem, the solution is also not too faraway. Blushing, Kotonoha glance at Makoto with flirtatiousness, and getting the hint, he comes forth to her bosom, where the pair of watermelon-sized and perfectly-shaped breasts that even more colossal than Manami's, are standing firmly and proudly to defy the gravity victoriously; against the snowy skin, a large, plump, erected nipple that radiates ruby-like lustre, is standing in the very center of a hemispheric-puffy areola of same color, on each of the mountaintops. Makoto sucks the nipples to receive the unbelievable nectar secreted and unleashed from inside the incredible breasts, after a brief stroking by hands. Meanwhile Kotonoha' entire body paralyzed down as if her nervous system is being grasped in his mouth, as the erotic breastfeeding goes on, both of them slowly lean to the bed.

Christmas Eve…is a day that you can keep yourselves warm by doing anything you see fit.