The Huge-Breasted Virgin Becomes My Personal Pussy Slave
Enol quietly lay herself down and carefully spread her legs just as I told her to.
The crack that came into view was tiny and tightly closed, almost cute in a way that didn't match her massive frame at all. For a sturdy woman who did hard labor like sewer cleaning, it was almost endearing… Yeah. Rubbing my cock against a slit like that was exciting all by itself.
"From now on I'm going to put this inside and massage the inside of Chief Enol."
"Massaging a genitals with a genitals… that's quite an unusual method."
"The effect is certain, so you don't have to worry. Though it might hurt a little for someone who's never done it before…"
"It's fine. Given the work I do, I've grown used to pain."
Well, spending all day trudging through sewers reeking of filth—pain was nothing special to her.
As she gradually let go of her hesitation, I rubbed my cock against her, waiting for the right moment. Hoping her pussy would get wetter from the contact and make it easier to push inside.
"Somehow… I'm getting nervous. It feels like I'm about to do something I shouldn't…"
"Don't worry. There's nothing strange about this."
Yeah. Sex was basically the reason every living thing existed and the end goal they were aiming for. The strange thing was this world itself, which had erased the very concept of sex because of some censorship.
With that conviction, I slowly nudged the head of my cock into her dampening pussy and gently stretched her open, making her body accept me.
"It's going in now, so please relax."
"Nn… hah…"
As the head forced the slit open and sank inside, her body trembled faintly. The lewd little moan that slipped out of her wasn't just from pain. After all the attention I'd given her tits, her whole body was already hypersensitive.
—Crrk, tear.
Using that, I pushed deeper. Her inner walls clamped down hard, and I felt the membrane at the tip of my cock tearing. Only after that repeated did I bury myself all the way to the root. Blood mixed with love juices began to trickle out around the edges of her slit.
"It's all the way in."
Yeah. I'd finally taken it. The virginity of a huge-breasted beauty who could rank as SSS-class.
"Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. It hurts a little, but I'm used to pain…"
More importantly, she showed no rejection at all. Realizing she was silently giving me permission to continue, I eased my cock out a little and prepared to move.
"Then I'll start moving."
"Y-yes… please do…"
With her consent given, my hips carefully began to rock. I gave gentle snaps, letting her pussy get used to the foreign sensation while I savored the wrinkled, tight grip of her inner walls.
"Nn… ah… hah…"
Was she starting to feel something from that ambiguous stimulation? She squeezed her eyes shut and let out soft moans, and the realization that I was defiling her purity sent instinctive strength into my hips. I wanted those moans to grow louder.
—Slap!
The moment I snapped my hips hard, her massive breasts bounced upward once.
"Ahh~~♥"
A deep moan spilled out. I grabbed her hands and let instinct take over, accelerating the motion. I poured power into every thrust, wanting her body to take every bit of it.
—Slap, slap!
In the quickening rhythm her huge tits rocked violently up and down. Just watching them made thirst surge through me.
"Haa… nn… haa…♥"
This beautiful, alluring woman gasping beneath me was too exciting.
"Ah… aaahn~♥ A little… slower…♥"
Her once-shy pussy, which had never known a man, was being reshaped to fit my cock in real time.
"Haa… Chief… Chief…!"
I pulled her body close, greedily fondling those breasts while slamming my hips again and again, making the stimulation of my cock stand out. She hugged me back as if accepting it, and before long we were kissing, the atmosphere climbing higher.
"Mm… mmph~♥♥"
Even without knowledge, did instinct make her understand? That what we were doing was simply craving and devouring each other?
"…Chief."
But that wasn't enough. The sense of conquest toward her was surging wildly, yet just pounding my cock into her wasn't enough to satisfy it all.
"Would you try moving on your own once?"
"Moving…?"
"I mean, you move your hips while you're on top of me."
"…I see. So this time I take the lead in the massage."
She accepted it and settled herself on top of me while I lay back. Our joined parts stayed locked, and soon she began timidly rocking her hips, stimulating my cock.
"Haa… nn…♥ Like this… is this right?"
"Yes, you're doing great. A little harder would be even better, though…"
"L-like this?"
She gradually put more strength into it, repeatedly taking me in and out. Her breasts rose against gravity and then dropped, and the added weight made her pussy clamp down on my cock like crazy.
Ahh, engraving those massive tits into my eyes while their weight tightened the squeeze around my cock… This was the best. Compared to every woman I'd fucked so far, she was a milking machine on another level.
"Ah… aaahn… haa… ah… it's scraping inside… something… feels strange…♥"
"Haa… haa… Chief…"
"Nn… haa~♥ Aaahn~♥ Aaaahn~♥"
She kept holding my hands, sharing affection with me. Growing more confident, her hip movements turned fiercer, and before long my cock reached its limit, swelling inside her and pouring out its load.
—Spurt, spurt.
The liquid flooded her depths.
"O-ooh… ohhh~~~♥♥"
She hit a light climax, her back arching straight, then the strength drained from her body and she collapsed sideways onto the floor.
The first great deed of her life had finally come to an end.
Calm returned to me as well, and a little concern for her rose to the surface.
"Chief, are you okay?"
"Ah… I'm fine. My head just went completely white all of a sudden and it surprised me… So… using each other's genitals to massage each other…"
A thick stream of white fluid spilled from her slit. She idly touched it with her fingers, her face still lost in the afterglow of climax, and murmured softly.
"Somehow… the feeling is strange… and addictive…"
Her gaze drifted toward my cock. That defenseless look sent a fresh surge of excitement through me, and I felt my cock twitch and start to harden again.
Was the aftertaste of her first time not bad? Did she want me to ram it into her one more time?
"Chief, it's almost time to leave."
But a voice from outside announced that bath time was over. Only then did she snap out of it, tear her eyes away from my cock, and force herself up on shaky legs.
"We should be going soon. You should head back as well."
"Yes, let's."
There was haste in the steps she took ahead of me. Yet her legs still trembled from the lingering sensation, and between them semen and bloodstains continued to trickle down…
"Chief, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. I just… used up a little strength doing something unfamiliar…"
Haa~ Fuck. The sense of conquest felt incredible.
Tonight I'd jerk off about three times before bed.
*****
After breaking Enol's virginity, I spent a while using the memory of our coupling as fap material to take care of myself.
I still fucked the homeless women now and then, but those insanely huge tits and the tiny pussy that contrasted with them felt like a rare treasure I couldn't get anywhere else.
Yeah. If the chance came, I wanted to train her until she was completely my woman.
"Everyone, attention. From now on I will be recruiting volunteers to enter the Sewer Deep Section."
One day Enol gathered all the cleaners to assign a new task. From the restless atmosphere around us, I could already tell whatever came next wouldn't be pleasant.
"The Deep Section is the place where every drop of water flowing through the city finally drains out. Because of that, the drainage channels themselves get blocked from time to time, so we periodically need to clear whatever is clogging them. And that work is far more grueling than simply scrubbing the sewers with rags and sponges."
Hmm. So among the already tough jobs of a cleaner, this was the toughest of all. With that much difficulty, the reward might be pretty good.
"Because the work is so harsh, anyone who takes it will receive double the usual pay, and if you're an adventurer you'll gain a large amount of credit score. If anyone wishes to join me in cleaning the Deep Section, raise your hand."
Even so, not a single cleaner volunteered. Seeing the troubled look on Enol's face, I quietly raised my hand and offered myself as her sole companion.
"I'll go."
"…Are you sure?"
"Well, I need money and points. If I can raise them quickly, I'll do whatever it takes."
It wasn't entirely a lie. To adapt to this world I really did need to climb as high as possible.
"…All right. Then as soon as preparations are finished, we'll go in together."
So we gathered our gear and entered the Sewer Deep Section.
The dampness and stench were incomparable to anything before, and far more garbage and filth than I'd expected lay tangled together. It was a place that made you feel the overwhelming pressure of every bit of the city's water—and therefore every scrap of its trash—gathering in one spot.
"Do we have to drag all of this outside?"
"No. We break it into small pieces with the equipment we brought and let it flow out with the water. The fragments will eventually reach the sea."
In short, smash it apart with strength and technique. That explained the rather vicious-looking tools we'd brought for mere cleaning work.
"Think you can manage?"
"Well, I'll give it a try."
I gripped the large hammer we'd brought, planted myself in front of the trash heap, and took a deep breath. It was my first time holding a weapon, so I had no idea how to handle it, but with my cheat ability I figured something would work out.
—KRAAAANG!!
That casual swing of the hammer instantly collapsed the entire pile. The spot I struck shattered and turned to powder that poured into the channel, and half the accumulated trash vanished from sight in seconds.
"What… did you just do?"
"Uh, I just held it and swung…?"
Apparently I'd been underestimating my own ability. Cheat power was the best.
"…You possess far greater power than I thought. Thanks to that, cleaning the Deep Section should go much more smoothly."
Whatever. The sooner it finished, the better.
I took charge of smashing the trash while she assisted, and we cleared the channel for several hours. When we'd finished about half the work, we took a break in the rest area located in the Deep Section.
"Good work. There's water and food here, so replenish as needed."
"I'd rather wash up a bit than eat. Filth got inside my work clothes and it feels disgusting…"
"Unfortunately there's no proper facility here, so a bath is impossible. I'll give you a wet towel for now—use that to wipe yourself down."
At least there were wet towels. I stripped off the dirty parts of my work clothes and wiped myself with one for a while. Then I watched her do the same—removing her work clothes and cleaning every part of her body—and felt my lower half react again. I casually made a suggestion.
"Chief, if it's all right, shall I wipe your back for you?"
"Ah, would you?"
Not a trace of wariness in her answer. She turned her back to me, and as I wiped it with the towel I felt firm muscle under my hands.
Naturally my fingertips drifted forward.
"…Nn."
She gave a small shiver, yet showed no sign of pulling away. The only change was a faint reddening of her ears, as if she were recalling what we'd done before.
"Chief."
Yeah. We were both already undressed. She had to be expecting it too.
"If it's all right, may I give you the same massage we did last time?"
At that hesitant question she carefully answered with a flushed face.
"Y-yes. For resting… a massage would be good as well…"
"Then… I'll ask you for a little again today…"
A voice filled with both anticipation and shyness.
It was the perfect expression for training her into my personal pussy slave.