Only I Know the Charm of Those Massive Breasts
After we left the bath, we settled into our seats.
Behind my turned back, Enol soaped up a towel for scrubbing and spoke in an offhand tone.
“Well then, I’ll wash you first.”
“Ah, yes. But… are you really sure about this?”
“Heh. Getting nervous now, are you?”
How could I not be nervous?
From everything I’d experienced so far, I knew the sexual knowledge of this world’s people was utterly annihilated, yet somewhere in the back of my mind I still wondered if they might feel some instinctive resistance toward the opposite sex.
“There’s no need to feel burdened.”
As if such worries meant nothing at all, Enol spoke casually and brought the towel to my back, rubbing with careful, considerate strokes.
“Even if I hold the position of cleaning chief who directs you, I have no intention of insisting on hierarchy once the workday is over. You know the saying—when everyone’s naked, king and subject are equals.”
“Ah, yes. I suppose so…”
She was pointing out something completely different from what I was actually worried about… but then again, that only proved my concerns were completely worthless in this world.
In that case, I might as well just enjoy the situation. I surrendered my back to her, and before long I felt her breasts begin to press against it as she scrubbed every corner of my body.
Soft, yielding pressure…
The weight and softness delivered a stimulation more absurd than anything I’d ever felt, and a lewd moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
“Nngh… ah~”
“Are you all right?”
“Y-yes. I was just a little startled. Your… breasts touched me…”
“Physical contact seems to have caused you discomfort. My apologies. It’s not something I can help, given my physique… I’ll be more careful from now on.”
Saying that, Enol tried to pull her breasts away from my back.
“W-wait a moment.”
Feeling the loss, I hurriedly stopped her and impulsively spat out the reckless request that had just popped into my head.
“If… if it’s all right with you, could you wash me with your breasts?”
“With my breasts?”
“Yes. Soap them up and rub them over my body…”
“…”
“Um… is that too much after all?”
The silence stretched, and an awkward chill crept in.
Damn it. Had I gone too far even for this place?
“Hmm. It’s true the contact area would be larger, so it might actually be more efficient.”
Holy shit. She was actually buying it.
I was cheering inside when she soon piled soap suds thickly onto her own breasts and pressed them firmly against my back.
“Like this?”
“Y-yes, keep rubbing just like that… Oh… ohhh…”
Her soapy breasts squashed and slid against me again and again, and rapturous sighs kept spilling from my mouth.
A beauty with massive breasts freely scrubbing me with them—something that could only exist in a man’s wet dream had become reality.
“Heh. You seem satisfied, which is a relief. Even these foolishly large breasts of mine can be useful at times like this.”
As she spoke, Enol used her breasts to sandwich and polish my arms.
The way she slipped them between and stroked as if the breasts themselves were another set of hands only deepened my arousal. Watching her behavior, a question rose to my lips.
“Chief… do you find your large breasts bothersome?”
“Of course I do. Growing up in less than prosperous circumstances, yet ending up with breasts this ridiculously huge… People around me often mocked me for being clumsy and fat.”
Fuck this taste-blind world. Treating cultural treasures like these massive breasts as something to be belittled—in my original world that would have been grounds for a prison sentence.
“I think they’re great.”
When I said it honestly, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Great? You mean my breasts?”
“Yes. You know the saying—the bigger the better. I think you could treat them as one of your strong points.”
The proof of how sincere I was stood stiff and throbbing even now.
Of course she wouldn’t understand the meaning, but my words still seemed to comfort her; a soft laugh escaped her parted lips.
“Come to think of it, earlier you asked me to wash your genitals as well. Should I clean them with these breasts of mine?”
“Ah, yes. C-can you?”
“If something like this can be of help, I’ll do it gladly. Come, turn this way.”
Finally. The moment my cock would be wrapped in those magnificent massive breasts.
My heart pounded as if it might burst. Facing my erection, she let out a small murmur of admiration.
“I thought so before, but it’s an incredible size.”
“Is this the first time you’ve seen a cock?”
“Not the first. Occasionally I take mixed baths with the male staff who work overtime.”
Ah, so I wasn’t the first.
Even so, the men of this world were clearly eunuchs who couldn’t get hard even looking at breasts like hers.
“Usually they’re just hanging limp, but yours… Ahem. This is a first for me, so I’m not sure how to handle it.”
“If you’re curious, would you like to touch it?”
“Mmm… if you don’t mind.”
Enol cautiously wrapped her hand around my cock. The rough years she’d spent as a cleaner showed in the roughness of her palm, and the way she stroked with it gave me a fresh, unfamiliar stimulation.
“It twitches when I touch it…”
“Yes. It reacts to stimulation.”
“So if I wrap it in my breasts, it will receive even stronger stimulation and react more?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“…I see.”
She looked a little tense at my explanation. Then, just as I’d hoped, she began to fold her breasts around my cock.
“Well then, shall we begin?”
“Y-yes. Please take care of me.”
Two monstrous soft masses closed around my junior.
In that instant my cock disappeared from sight.
My shaft, large enough to be compared to a skyscraper, was completely swallowed by the overwhelming size of her breasts.
If my cock was a sixty-three-story tower, her breasts were the Himalayas. Before the majestic valley formed by Everest and K2, any man-made structure was nothing more than a humble shack.
“How is it? Do you feel stimulation?”
Ignorant of sex, the woman simply gripped her breasts with both hands and squeezed my cock from either side with everything she had.
When she added variation by rubbing them in opposite directions, the pressure and fresh stimulation easily outclassed any virgin pussy I’d ever fucked.
It was destructive enough to be called a milking machine.
“Kh—! Chief Enol! I’m coming!”
“Coming? What are you—”
—Byuryuryuryut!
A violent climax erupted inside her cleavage.
Thick fluid soon bubbled out from between her breasts, and the sticky sensation she couldn’t ignore made confusion rise on her face.
“Th-this is… urine?”
“No. That’s…”
With zero sexual knowledge, of course she wouldn’t understand the meaning.
That meant she would believe whatever I told her… but after receiving a full breast job, was there any need to lie?
“…This is proof that I felt good.”
So this time I decided to be honest.
At those words her eyes flew wide and she looked straight at me.
“You felt… good?”
“Yes. Apparently my cock really liked the Chief’s breasts, so it poured out everything that was inside.”
“If it likes something, it pours it out… Men can do that?”
“Not just any man.”
Obviously the ones who couldn’t even get properly hard would never manage it.
In other words, in this entire world only I knew her true charm, and only I was capable of coming all over her tit-pussy.
“I see. You felt good because of my breasts…”
Lost in thought, Enol gazed down at her own semen-smeared cleavage.
Even that lingering expression turned me on. A sadistic urge toward her began to stir, and my cock rose again.
One load wasn’t nearly enough. Leaving those massive breasts after a single shot would be a crime.
“Then… is it my turn to wash you now?”
“You?”
“Yes. Since the Chief washed me by hand, I think it’s only fair I return the favor.”
A proposal that was one percent goodwill and ninety-nine percent pure lust.
She flushed slightly and began to entrust her body to me.
“You’re right. Exchange should go both ways. Very well—I’ll leave it to you.”
“Yes. Excuse me, then.”
My hands gradually began to work over her body.
A physique tempered by long years of cleaning work, yet still blessed with those richly ample breasts.
—Squish. Squish.
Like soft water balloons, they yielded wherever my hands pressed and swayed with every movement.
Touching them with my hands felt completely different from touching them with my cock—alive, addictive. For the first time I understood just how stimulating and intoxicating human flesh could be…
Haa. To think that in this whole world only I could appreciate the charm of these breasts.
With this sensation alone I could jack off for three days straight. Fuck, am I even allowed to be this happy?
“Um… you’ve been touching only my breasts for a while now.”
Looking a little embarrassed, Enol glanced back at me, as if the prolonged attention bothered her.
Worried I might have crossed a line, I offered an apology mixed with genuine praise.
“I’m sorry. I just think the Chief’s breasts are so magnificent.”
“H-magnificent, you say?”
“Yes. So magnificent I wanted to keep touching them.”
In my original world that statement would have gotten me sued for sexual harassment on the spot, but here it would be fine.
With that conviction I fired the straight ball. Her voice trembled a little with shyness as she asked again.
“Magnificent… in what way, for example?”
“First of all, the texture is wonderful.”
“The texture…”
“Yes. Soft, elastic… If I could, I’d want to touch them all day long.”
“That would be a bit troublesome. I do have to go to work tomorrow, after all… Nngh!”
The moment I pinched her nipple between my fingers, a lewd moan slipped out.
Realizing she was feeling it, I gradually increased the pressure. Soft gasps grew denser between the lips she shyly covered with her hand.
“Hnn… ah…♥”
Yes—sexual knowledge might be annihilated, but physiological reactions still existed.
And she didn’t seem to dislike the reaction either; she made no move to stop me as I continued caressing her nipples.
“Your breasts…”
Then maybe I could push the line a little further.
With that thought I made another request that might have been reckless.
“May I suck on them?”
“Suck on my breasts? Isn’t that something one only does with a baby?”
“Yes. I’d like to suck them just once, like a baby.”
“You really are…”
She looked troubled, yet her gaze drifted toward my cock.
The moment that gaze fell on the pillar standing stiff once more, she parted her hesitant lips and asked quietly.
“Your genitals… did they become like that because of my body?”
“Yes. My cock finds the Chief’s body so attractive that it got this way.”
“Then if I give it more stimulation… you’ll feel good again and pour out what’s inside?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“…”
Silently she looked back and forth between her own breasts and my cock.
Taking that as silent consent, I lay down beneath her. Soon she offered her breast to my mouth.
At the same time her hand reached for my cock.
Nursing me while stroking my shaft—it was the perfect setup for a twisted little nursing play.
“L-like this?”
“Yes… it’s incredibly exciting.”
She looked embarrassed, as if she had become a mother, while her clumsy hand worked my cock. My shaft thrashed wildly, ready to explode on the spot.
“N-ngh. Even if you suck like that… no milk will come out…”
Whether milk came out or not didn’t matter in the slightest.
What mattered was that I had claimed exclusive rights to these breasts and the privilege of sucking them.
—Byuryuryuryut!
At the end of it all, another climax shot high into the air, expressing my pleasure.
In the quiet that followed, she looked down at me still latched onto her breast with a strangely tender expression.
“Was it… that good? My breasts…”
No need to say it twice.
I gave a thumbs-up to show her, and in that moment I suddenly noticed moisture gathering between her legs.
We had been out of the bath long enough that so much water shouldn’t still be flowing. Curious, I reached between her thighs and confirmed the clear, sticky fluid clinging to my fingers.
“W-wait. That’s a dirty place…”
After freely handling my cock, was she embarrassed about having her own sex touched?
But I wasn’t such an upright young man that I would turn away from a meal already set on the table.
“Chief. If you don’t mind… why don’t we do something even more pleasant here?”
“Something… more pleasant?”
“Yes.”
A smile curved my lips.
“I know a massage technique. I thought I’d show it to you.”
Those words, boiling with pure desire—
She would surely accept them without the slightest suspicion.