The most sensitive of all 16 types. Weak to featherlight touches — and secretly gets more excited showing than being touched.
Melts the moment it gets squeezed. Secretly admires itself after every bath — a bit of a narcissist.
Perfectly guarded in public, shockingly bold once the bra comes off. Never compromises on lingerie.
Shy on the surface but secretly wants to be discovered. Signature move: saying "don't look" while showing anyway.
Born for the stage — the more eyes, the better. Knows the cleavage is a weapon and shows it off proudly.
Pure comfort — secretly loves a face buried in it. The gentler the touch, the more divine the response.
Luxury goods that sulk without royal treatment. Loves to be teased but will never, ever beg first.
A healer that absorbs stress through touch. Forgives even the "massages" that go on suspiciously long.
Goes braless for the thrill — on purpose. Hobby: keeping a perfectly straight face while very much feeling it.
No flash, all substance. A quiet masterpiece that fits perfectly into a familiar hand.
Invisible in public, a different creature in private. Falls instantly to an attack from the neck down.
Enlightened and unshakably calm — except the areola, the one worldly desire it never managed to renounce.
Grants touching privileges with royal swagger. Handle it roughly and face the wrath of the king.
Tough exterior, marshmallow core. Melts faster than anyone when hugged — the reliable big-sibling type.
Disciplined, symmetrical, proud of its form. Weak to a commanding tone — but that is classified.
The final boss with every stat maxed out. Legend says no one who touches it ever forgets.