Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Elma's Bath Service
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"Hehe, as expected of my husband, you're such a pervert."
"Huh?"
I tried to turn around.
But small hands firmly pressed down on my shoulders.
"Stay still. Don't move."
"Huh? Didn't you say you were preparing something earlier...?"
"Of course I did..."
Elma mumbled in a creeping whisper.
"I have to pee, so how do I say I'm going to take a quick break...?"
"Pardon?"
"Ah, whatever! You don't need to know! Just quietly let me bathe you!"
"Y-Yes. Got it."
She grumbled as she began soaping up my back.
With her bare hands.
Slippery soap suds.
And rough palms.
'Ah...'
It felt strange.
Small hands calloused from hard work.
That roughness was somehow stimulating.
Scrub, scrub.
Tiny hands trailing down my spine.
Pressing firmly, then gliding softly.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah. Nice and refreshing."
"Hmph. Of course. I polish my machines so well during maintenance. Scrubbing a person's back is nothing."
The metaphor was a bit off.
But it definitely wasn't ordinary.
Skilled fingertips.
"Your hands are stronger than I thought, Elma."
"Don't underestimate me just because they're small. My grip strength is probably better than yours."
She playfully poked my side.
"Eek."
"See? You're so weak."
A giggling laugh.
Her breath tickled my nape.
A soft sensation pressing against my back.
Squishy.
Chewy.
It was her breasts.
Maybe because we were in the water.
They felt far more elastic and plush than in the air.
I swallowed hard without thinking.
"Tense?"
Elma asked mischievously.
Her hands began wandering lower.
Toward my stomach, my sides.
"Because your wife's tits are touching you?"
"Ahem. That's pretty direct."
"It's the truth, isn't it? And..."
Swish.
Her hands came around to my chest.
Soap-covered fingers brushed past my nipple.
"You don't hate it, do you, Husband?"
Her cheek pressed against my wet back.
"Turn around."
It was a command.
I hesitated, then turned in the tub.
Elma emerged through the steam.
Hair soaked and clinging tight.
Flushed cheeks.
And her naked form shimmering below the surface.
Most of it was submerged, but that made it better.
The refraction in the water made her look even more alluring.
Petite shoulders, a slender waist.
Cute love handles.
And those full breasts floating buoyantly.
"......"
"......"
Our gazes locked.
Elma's eyes trembled slightly.
She'd acted bold, but facing me head-on embarrassed her.
Her eyes trailed from my face to my chest.
Down my abs,
beneath the water, to deeper places.
There.
My thing was there.
"......!"
Elma's eyes went wide.
Its size couldn't be hidden even underwater.
I heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Mmm..."
She smacked her lips.
The moment curiosity and instinct overpowered reason.
Elma's hand slipped slowly into the water.
Splash.
A hand approaching, parting the currents.
"Elma?"
"Stay still."
Her fingertip touched it.
A light tap.
Zing.
It felt like an electric current surged through.
"It's huge..."
Elma murmured.
Her eyes glazed over blankly.
"Are all human males like this? Or is it just you being exceptional?"
"Who knows. I've heard I'm a bit above average..."
"A bit? Doesn't feel like it."
Splash.
She climbed onto my thigh.
Slap.
Water overflowed.
Kneeling position.
Her face right at my solar plexus.
So close.
Close enough to count her freckles.
A nutty scent from her breath overpowered the sulfur smell.
"Pick me up."
"Huh?"
"Lift me up."
She spread her arms.
I slipped my hands under her armpits and lifted her as if entranced.
Up she went.
Her upper body emerged from the water.
Droplets trailed down her pale skin.
She was light.
But the dense heft in my hands remained.
"Husband."
Suspended in the air, Elma looked down at me.
"Compare."
"Compare what?"
"Your thing."
Elma pointed to her flat white belly.
"Measure the size. See how far it reaches..."
This situation, this position.
Too stimulating to refuse.
I lifted her a bit higher.
"Mmm..."
Elma reached out with wet hands.
Toward my relaxed member, softened by the hot spring heat.
She grasped it and pulled it toward her belly.
Like measuring with a ruler.
Slap.
Wet flesh meeting flesh.
My root touched above her pubic bone.
Her small hand pinned my limp shaft against her belly.
"......"
Elma's eyes widened.
It wasn't even erect yet.
And the tip already covered her navel.
"W-What is this...?"
Elma muttered dazedly.
A large, heavy mass laid across her small white belly.
An overwhelming length that delved deep into her torso.
"It passed the navel...?"
"I told you it was kinda big."
"Kinda? This isn't 'kinda'! Does this proportion even make sense?"
Elma stared alternately at her belly and my member in disbelief.
90cm height.
Her length was woefully inadequate to handle it.
It felt like it would push all her organs aside.
"No way..."
Cold sweat beaded on Elma's face.
Eyes mixed with fear and curiosity.
After a moment's hesitation, she bit her lip as if resolved.
"Show me."
"Huh?"
"Make it stand. All the way."
She gripped my arms tighter.
"I need to see with my own eyes. If my husband's a monster or not."
"Gonna need some stimulation for that."
"Stimulation?"
"Like... a hand or something."
"Hmm..."
Elma furrowed her brow in thought.
While dangling solely from my forearms.
Wondering if she was plotting some 'payback'.
Suddenly, her small feet outside the water wiggled.
"Then, this'll do."
Her freckled face grinned wickedly.
Feet.
Small, pale feet.
Her sole pressed down on it firmly.
"Eek...!"
An unfamiliar sensation.
Different from hands.
Calluses on the sole.
Rough yet springy texture.
The coarse surface rubbed the sensitive shaft.
Rub, rub.
Knead, knead.
"How's that? Feel good?"
Elma flexed her toes.
Her big toe tapped the glans tip.
The arch of her sole gripped and stroked the shaft.
Aerial footjob.
Small but deft technique.
Above all, the taboo thrill of those 'tiny feet' was immense.
"Elma... Ungh... A bit more..."
"Hehe, told you my husband's a pervert. Likes feet."
She giggled and sped up her footwork.
Up and down, swish swish.
Wet soles created friction.
Squeak, squeak.
Blood rushed in.
It began to swell.
Far harder and hotter than before.
"Wha, whoa?! I-It’s standing! Getting bigger!"
Elma yelped in panic.
Startled by the expansion pushing against her sole.
"Wait, hold on! How big does it get?!"
Thrust, thrust.
My member reared up.
Pushing her foot aside, it surged upward.
Charging back toward her exposed belly.
Passed the navel.
Up to her solar plexus.
Right below her small ribcage.
Veins bulging on the ferocious pillar.
Flushed glans standing tall toward the air.
"Eek...!"
Elma stifled a scream.
Her face drained white.
"Ow, my arms hurt."
I feigned a whine.
"Arms are getting tired, Elma."
"Huh? Oh?"
"Lemme hug you."
I yanked her toward my body.
"W-Wait! Hold on!"
Thud.
"...Ah."
A sigh escaped Elma.
The instant her body pressed against my chest.
My swollen member slammed her lower belly.
Squish.
Hard as a rock club.
Digging into her soft tummy.
"Hngh...!"
Elma's body jerked like a live fish.
Just her belly pressed.
Not inserted.
Merely the outer skin nudged.
Flop.
I felt it.
Deep in her lower belly.
Her womb contracting wildly at my presence.
A spasm of fear and pleasure mixed.
'She's feeling it.'
I could see it.
Below her navel, quivering uncontrollably.
"D-Don't poke me with something so scary..."
Elma whimpered, clinging to my neck.
Shiver, shiver.
Her tiny body trembled like an aspen leaf.
"It's... getting weird... Inside my belly... it's going weird..."
Her eyes rolled hazily.
A face on the verge from mere contact.
Overwhelmed by the male mass.
"You were so bold yesterday."
I chuckled and whispered in her ear.
"Said you'd pounce right away. Shall we now?"
"N-No...!"
Elma frantically shook her head.
Twin tails soaked and sticking to her cheeks.
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I-I'll die... My belly'll burst..."
A cutely tearful voice.
"You said you'd handle everything yesterday."
"Th-That was before I knew!"
Elma buried her face in my chest, rubbing against it.
No scholar's arrogance, no elder's authority.
Just a small, fragile female begging for mercy.
"P-Please spare me..."
A creeping voice.
"Huh?"
"T-Today... please spare me, Husband..."
She looked up at me with wet eyes.
A submissive, demure gaze.
"I still... need to prepare... Figure out how to stretch it, and lube, and..."
Elma whined, burrowing into my embrace.
Tiny body shivering.
No more teasing now.
"Got it. I'll wait."
"Ugh..."
"Promise?"
I gently stroked her back, and her tension eased as she panted.
"But..."
She trailed off hesitantly.
"Sit down."
"Huh? Okay."
Holding her, I perched on the tub's edge.
"Like this..."
Elma gripped my shoulders, adjusting her position.
Avoiding my member, she pressed her butt against my abs.
Then wedged my shaft between her thighs.
Swish.
"Endure with this."
She clamped her thighs.
Small, springy thigh flesh gripped the shaft tight.
Paizuri.
No, thighs—so sumata.
"Soft, so it'll feel good."
Elma began rocking her hips back and forth.
Splash, splash.
Wet flesh slapping.
Her back and butt rubbed my stomach.
The shaft between her thighs heated with friction.
Steamy hot tub.
Thick steam.
And my 90cm tiny wife diligently grinding in my lap.
"Ha-ah... Ungh...!"
Was she feeling it too?
Strange moans escaped each time my member grazed her privates.
Soon.
My breathing grew ragged.
"Elma. I'm gonna cum."
"Yes, cum, Husband. Cum lots!"
She rocked her hips more vigorously.
Squeak, squeak.
Plush pressure.
Splurt-!
Hot fluid erupted.
Sticky white sprayed between her pale belly and thighs.
"Haa... Haa..."
Ragged breaths filled the cave.
Afterglow of release.
Elma leaned against me, catching her breath.
Her belly glistened, coated in semen.
A moment later.
Elma turned back with drowsy, relaxed eyes.
A beaming smile.
"Husband."
"Yeah."
"How was it?"
I lightly kissed the top of her head.
Mwah.
"Felt good."
"......"
Elma shyly rubbed her head against my chest.
The corners of her mouth curved up.
"......Hmph. Me too."
Elma nodded bashfully.
Her flushed ears were adorable.
Drip. Drip.
Water droplets echoed as they fell.