I'm browsing the aisles of this cute little shop, feeling all eyes on me because, let's face it, my massive chest is kinda impossible to ignore in this tight top. I catch this creepy guy lurking nearby, his gaze locked right on my cleavage like he's gazing—staring, drooling, totally perving out without a shred of subtlety. At first, it's kinda amusing, watching him try to play it cool while he adjusts himself, but then I decide to turn the tables. I confront him with a smirk, calling him out on his blatant ogling, and watch the panic hit his face as he realizes he's busted. He bolts like a scared rabbit, leaving me laughing and feeling empowered. Want to see how I handle pervs like him?