Capítulo 1116: Chapter 1116 Sweater
Ross’s entire body convulsed.
He lurched forward and spat out a second mouthful of thick, dark blood.
It splattered across the floor with a wet slap, mixing with the first pool and spreading outward in a crimson sar.
Gasps and cries erupted from the won.
“ROSS!!”
“Stop, you’re going to kill yourself!”
But before anyone could grab him, Ross’s eyes rolled slightly, and he collapsed.
His knees buckled, and his body swayed like a falling tree.
This ti he didn’t even try to catch himself.
He dropped.
Several pairs of hands lunged forward and caught him just before he hit the ground.
Giana held his left arm, Miku caught his shoulder, and even Libby—still trembling from the healing—reached forward with wide, grateful eyes.
Ross lay limp in their arms, head tilted back, breaths shallow.
His face was almost paper-white, glowing faintly under the dim basent lighting.
A fresh trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Yet, sohow, he managed a smile.
A soft, exhausted, heroic smile.
“I-I’m… alright…”
His voice cracked at the end, making the girls panic even more.
Before anyone could speak, Libby pushed herself up from the sofa, her breath catching.
She touched her stomach frantically… then slowly lifted her shirt just enough to reveal smooth, flawless skin.
Her eyes widened.
“The wound… it’s gone!” she shouted, disbelief and relief mixing in her voice.
“Completely gone! I-I feel… I feel healthier than ever!”
The other girls stared in shock before their expressions lted into pure awe.
Then Libby’s eyes filled with tears.
“Ross… thank you. Thank you so, so much!” she cried.
She threw herself into the group hug around him, nearly choking him with gratitude.
The others followed, encircling Ross in a tight ring of warmth, softness, and emotion.
Their whispers of “thank you,” “you saved her life,” and “you’re incredible,” echoed around him.
Ross lifted his head weakly.
“I’m… happy to help…” he whispered.
He made a shaky attempt to stand, pushing off the floor.
His legs trembled dramatically—far more than necessary—and after rising only a few inches, he let his body sway dangerously to the side.
And collapse again.
This ti the won caught him instantly.
Except they didn’t just catch him—they smothered him.
Ross fell face-first into a soft, warm cushion of breasts.
A lot of breasts.
Arms wrapped around him from every direction. Two pairs hugged his chest.
Another pressed his cheek into a very generous cleavage.
The world around him beca nothing but soft warmth, feminine scent, and the overwhelming sensation of being completely enveloped.
From the outside, it looked like they were desperately trying to support a dying hero.
From Ross’s perspective…
He had ascended to heaven.
“Ahhhhh…” he thought blissfully, nearly purring internally.
“This… this is paradise. Nothing beats being surrounded by huge, soft, perfect boobs…”
Miku pressed closer, worried he might faint. “Ross, stay with us! Don’t pass out!”
Another girl hugged him tighter from behind. “He’s so cold—keep him warm!”
Libby held onto his arm with both of her hands, tears still streaming.
“You saved my life… I don’t know how to thank you…”
Ross’s mind was overjoyed.
Please thank . All of you. Thoroughly.
But outwardly, he kept his expression half-conscious, eyes half-lidded, lips trembling just slightly.
He continued his act with the dedication of a lifeti Oscar winner.
Every wobble, every shallow breath, every weak smile—perfectly tid.
And the girls responded exactly as he hoped:
Holding him tighter.
Pressing closer.
Surrounding him from every angle like he was the most precious thing in the world.
He let out a soft exhale, both dramatic and satisfied.
Ti to milk this just a little more, he thought gleefully as soft chests pressed all around him, cushioning him like divine pillows.
And Ross continued his performance without the slightest crack in character.
Ten full minutes passed before movent stirred from the warmth of the “boobie mountain” Ross had been buried in.
The girls had kept him pinned between their arms and chests, refusing to let him collapse further.
Their worry hung in the air so thickly that even breathing sounded tense.
Then Ross exhaled slowly and lifted his head.
The won instantly straightened, eyes widening, their arms still around him like a net ready to catch him again.
Ross pushed gently against the softness surrounding him and rose from the sea of concerned boobies.
As he stood, several of them instinctively reached out, afraid he might faint again.
Ross smiled at them—weak, pale, but undeniably charming.
“I’m okay now,” he assured, brushing his ssy hair back with a shaky hand.
His voice still carried the exhaustion of soone who had pushed his life force too far.
“Really… I’m fine. Thank you for worrying.”
The girls all sighed in relief, though their eyes still scanned him for any sign of pain.
Ross stretched lightly.
“Now,” he continued, “why don’t all of you eat? The soup’s already gotten cold. I’ll heat it up.”
Their expressions tightened again—concerned, protective, doubtful.
His face was still pale. Too pale.
His steps still slightly unsteady.
But Ross walked toward the big iron pot anyway, keeping his posture heroic yet fragile.
Before he could touch the lid—
“I’ll do that, Ross.”
Ace cut in firmly, stepping forward like a soldier ready to take orders.
“You should sit down and rest. Let handle it.”
Ross blinked once, as if considering it, then gave a reluctant nod—perfectly playing the role of the weakened savior.
Ace rekindled the embers beneath the pot, stirred the soup, and reheated it while the delicious aroma slowly spread through the room.
The five newcors watched hungrily, their stomachs growling audibly.
A few minutes later, steaming bowls were handed out.
The instant the soup touched their lips—
“WHAT?!”
“This is incredible!”
“This is the best al I’ve ever had in my entire life!”
“It lts… it literally lts in my mouth!”
The newcors were wide-eyed, overwheld, devouring spoonful after spoonful like starving beasts.
Their reactions were so dramatic that Ace and Miku exchanged a knowing grin.
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