Who Ordered Me to Get Hard on My Own?!
What the hell was this soft basketball I was feeling in my hand?
I hadn't let my guard down for even a second, determined not to screw up and go tumbling off the watchtower. I'd expected the elf to pull some weird stunt just to mess with me, and I'd stretched my hand out with nothing but the thought of slipping it under her magic poncho—only for this accident to happen.
"Nngh—d-don't touch me! Who the hell said you could just grab my breasts whenever you wanted, you damn monkeyyy…♡"
"Ah—sorry! I'll let go right now!"
Of course, my hands said otherwise. I kept squishing and kneading the greatest mammaries in the entire elf worldview—the World's Best Breasts.
It was pure coincidence, and yet I still couldn't believe it. The wish I'd only ever dreamed about, the one I'd always tucked away in a corner of my heart thinking I'd at least get one good squeeze before I died, had actually come true.
Squish, squish—♡
"Haaah—let go! I said let gooo…♡"
"I'm gonna get shot either way, so at least let me feel them up until I'm satisfied before I die. Haa… I've felt them with my dick before, but nothing beats touching them with my bare hands."
"Hic—w-who said you could touch my nipples—a-aren't you letting go?! Don't roll them around like thaaat?!"
And they weren't even covered by those annoying breast covers—just bare, pure white skin out in the open! Each one was too big to fit in a single hand, and when I squeezed hard, they pushed back with this incredible springy elasticity. A true all-rounder pair of tits. I marveled as I gently rolled and rubbed the elf's nipples caught between my fingers.
"You filthy little—you were listening just fine a second ago, so why won't you listen to me no—hieek—why won't you listeeen…♡"
"Who in their right mind would just politely let go after getting their hands on breasts this beautiful?"
"Beautiful breasts… h-hnn, so you do have an eye for these things. Do you like my chest that much?"
"I can say with absolute certainty that these are the finest breasts in the world!"
"Th-this intensity… just how badly have you been lusting after me…?!"
I'd fully expected her to whip out her gun and scream I'll kill you! Instead, she seemed startled by how bold I was being, and she was letting me have her tits far more meekly than I'd imagined. She snorted and flashed that same smug little smile as always.
"Hmph. Even a monkey has some taste, I see! But for all that refined eye of yours that can recognize true beauty, I wish your hands would—ngh… haah… show just a little more dignity of their owwn…♡"
"Can't. My hands are already—whew—completely addicted to Lady Celestin's breasts!"
"Hieeeeek?!"
Like a blind man discovering the unknown by feeling up an elephant, I kneaded and groped her chest in desperate search of the nipples I hadn't quite found yet, drunk on the joy of discovery.
"What is this—why are your hands so lewd? Have you been groping some other woman's chest besides miiine…?!"
"I've felt plenty of chests, but Lady Celestin's are still the best."
"How can you be this shameless?! You're not even trying to hide it?!"
"Ah—slip of the tongue."
With a dream come true so suddenly, the mouth that would normally have kept its secrets was spilling every last thought in my head. My mouth had lost its mind. At this rate I'd probably rattle off the color of the panties I was wearing too.
Surely this time the elf would try to snuff me out for real. If that was the case, I might as well savor this sensation with my hands at least once before I died. I leaned my weight against her back and kept fondling those fully exposed massive breasts.
"Just a light touch of the hand and you're already this obsessed with my chest… really, there's nothing to be done about it. The charm of an elf like me!"
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
"Haaah♡"
Normally I would've needled her with something like Could you cut the crap already?, but right now I was genuinely agreeing with her from the bottom of my heart, worshipping her breasts. When I hit her not with the usual empty flattery but with real sincerity pouring straight from my chest, the elf—whose ears had already gone red with shame—snorted and spoke.
"I'd love nothing more than to tear you apart right this second, but that pathetic way you always go around hunting for maternal affection was a little pitiful… and as you well know, I'm a generous elf who can overlook a slave's little transgressions. Even if this was an accident, now that things have come to this… I suppose I can even… accommodate those filthy urges of yours… with m-my body… ahhnnngh?!"
"Then I won't hold back!"
"You're supposed to show at least a little conflict or anguish first?!"
Her words trailed off until by the end she was just mumbling, and I couldn't make out what she was saying—but I got the gist. For now, at least, I was allowed to touch her chest. Perfect. The moment I started kneading away—
"Y-you insolent monkey with nothing but molesting my breasts in that thick skull of yours!"
"Ah—you knew about that too?"
I pinched the nipple that had slipped back between my fingers and gave it a long, slow tug. The voice that had been yelling at me melted straight into pure sex appeal.
"Every single day—haah—you've been staring at my chest with those filthy eyes, and you thought I hadn't noticed…♡"
"You already knew I was staring on purpose."
"Hnn—y-you wicked slave… you don't even hide that you've been looking at your master that way… the second I say you can touch, you grab and squeeze… looks like you need some educating…♡"
"Then before that, I might as well get my money's worth."
Squish, squish, squish—♡
Now that my hands knew what the World's Best Breasts felt like, I was going to feel them up again whenever I got the chance. Of course, I doubted the elf would offer them up this willingly next time, so since things had already gone this far, I figured I'd at least start breaking her in a little today—and kept pinching and tugging on her nipples.
"Get your money's worth? As if you mean a word of that—nghnn—at least go through the motions of apologizing properlyyy…♡"
Th-this filthy monkey… he thinks I'll never let him touch my chest again, so he's focusing all his caresses on my nipples… and more moans keep slipping out…♡
She was being broken in.
As if to prove he'd secretly groped plenty of other chests before, just a few touches were enough for him to map out every inch of her massive breasts—and now he was obsessively tormenting only the nipples that got the best reaction, trying to train them with his own hands.
Just as Celestin had expected.
I know all about it. The records said humans would train a woman's body with their hands or their cocks until she couldn't live without that particular male!
If this kept up, according to the records she'd seen, from this point on she would be groped endlessly and slowly trained by his hands. Exactly as those records described—being molested on her chest and private parts under the pretense of accidents, and the male openly showing his lust for the female body he was breaking in with his own hands!
Some of those records even had the heroine's personality dissolving into jelly, the kind of stuff that made you want to spit out your lunch—but that was beside the point.
He's training me… but I intend to turn that right back around on him.
"Hnnngh—d-don't touch me. Don't pull, don't pinch meee…♡"
"All of a sudden?"
She would bewitch him. Overwrite that insolent monkey's head—the one that had held other women—with the charm of a beautiful elf like herself.
These hands training her breasts might look, at a glance, like she was the one being broken in, even trained… but that, too, was intentional. Using the chest that had been receiving his vulgar, strangely obsessive stares every single day, she would deliberately let him touch her—and in doing so, train his hands with her breasts. A terrifyingly meticulous plan!
"Nngh—th-that's good… shaking them around in a cross pattern like thaat…♡"
"Like this? What am I, an arcade stick?"
"I said it felt good, not that you should keep doing it! Y-you wicked monkeyyy…♡"
Good. From now on, every time he touches another woman's chest, he'll feel that little pang of disappointment!
For example, the moment he touched Nemea's chest, he would instinctively compare hers to Celestin's and wonder which pair was superior. A frog that had swam and swam through an endless ocean would never want to go back to its little well!
Even as she moaned under the hands that craved her, Celestin secretly wore a smug little smile and muttered to herself.
Just look at him now. The second I let him touch them, he's groping like a man possessed! Heheh… this demonic charm that can instantly captivate even a human with nothing but lust in his head!
"There—the areola… gently…♡"
"Aha, nice and soft with my fingertips like this?"
"Nnnnngh—why are you so good at thisss—picking out only the parts I liiike…♡"
Of course, there was one fatal flaw: she herself was slowly sinking into his touch, to the point that before she knew it she was presenting her chest to make it easier for him to fondle—as if begging for more. But the situation was urgent enough that she could endure that kind of risk.
I can't lose him. I don't care how many other women he keeps, but I have to be first. I will not lose to those little she-cats!
He was her slave. The human she had discovered first, the one she had decided to keep by her side. For the sake of her plans, right here she had to—
"Haaah—hnn…♡"
"…!"
She deliberately pushed her hips back against the man leaning his weight on her back. She didn't even need to check. From his breathing, from the heat radiating through the hands on her chest…
"Who said you could get hard on your own?!"
"How am I supposed to help it?! You're the one shoving your chest at me!"
"You're getting mad at me for that?!"
Feeling the heavy press of his pants against the cleft of her ass, Celestin ignored the tingling centered on her pussy and the fluttering sensation in her womb—and started grinding her hips against his cock.