Sakura, initially hesitant, silently held up her phone toward me, looking embarrassed. In the infrared-received memory note, I decided to input the hospital's name just in case. I added a heart mark as well, pouring my feelings into it. After that, I truly felt relieved for having bravely confessed. To my astonishment, Sakura’s magnificent, overflowing breasts were an incredible I-cup! What an overwhelming presence her big tits had. Their softness and voluptuous shape deeply stirred my heart. I was filled with gratitude toward God, who created the female body as such a mysterious work of art. Thanks to her unbelievably soft breasts, I was able to keep visiting the dentist. Feeling profound gratitude, I knew I had to repay her generously. Touching, kneading, licking, sucking, pulling, massaging—I kept wondering if my thanks were enough, and so began my days of caressing and fondling those massive breasts, whether in the car, under the sheets, or inside the bath.