Chapter 15
The moment I climb onto Brynhildr's back—her milky pussy fully exposed—I use Breeding Uncle's Lewd Eyes to pinpoint her weak spots and knead them with my hands. A moan explodes from her lips right away.
I figured it was only a matter of time, but I didn't expect her to cry out the instant I touched her. The sudden silence that follows catches me off guard too. Brynhildr, her ears flushing red, lowers her head and mutters softly.
"…Forget it."
"Something similar happened this morning, right? Did anything happen?"
"No! Nothing happened."
"Of course. But if possible, please don't hold back—let it out. The more intense your reaction, the better I can tell where it hurts most and if my massage is working."
"Hmph, that was just a mistake. You startled me by climbing on my back, so it slipped out before I—ahh…?!"
"Heh, here's another one."
"W-Wai…?!"
I focus on her shoulders and back, now sparkling with sensitivity. For my nefarious goals, I need to massage her sincerely here, imprinting the effects deep into this ridiculously lewd body once more.
"This area's really knotted up, huh?"
"Nghhh… N-Not bad…!"
I knead her lower back and shoulders so hard that sweat beads form. At first, she winces in pain from the weak spots, but she quickly adapts, silently accepting my touch. A bit more time passes, and she fully adjusts—her muscles melting away in real time. A smile even creeps onto her lips as she savors the relief.
But there's no such thing as a free favor.
"Impressive… I never imagined you'd have skills like this. Nghhh♡ To loosen my stiff body from days of neglect with just a few strokes… Hahh, I'll praise you—ahh♡"
She's praising me without realizing her voice is growing sultry. I grin inwardly—Breeding Uncle's Lewd Handiwork's sensitivity boost is working perfectly. A quick shoulder rub this morning already had an effect; no way she can endure a full-on massage.
Time to unleash my wicked touch for real.
"This area's good now—shall I move on?"
"Mm, go ahead… W-Wait, where are your hands…?"
"One sec. Excuse me."
"H-Hold on—eek?! G-Gently… just a little gentler… nghhh♡"
Pretending to press her shoulder blades with my thumbs, I squeeze the overflowing sideboob spilling out from under her crushed body.
"Hnnngh, ugh, w-wait… hnnngh♡"
"Yeah, this side's super tense too."
"Hahh, hng♡"
Just a light press, and it bounces back like a trampoline, repelling my fingers with insane elasticity. So huge, yet this bouncy? Imagine the titjob service from these.
As I'm about to lose myself in their demonic allure again—
"What kind of massage is this…? If I'm not mistaken, you're groping my breasts right now…♡"
"Oh, really?! I was massaging your sides and shoulders, but the uniform made the boundaries unclear—my bad! I'll stop right now?!"
"No, it's fine. Can't be helped… Just be more careful, hnnngh♡"
Did my thoughts slip into my hands? By the time I snap out of it, my palms are kneading her sideboobs—not just the sides, but fully gripping the overflowing flesh.
If I'd given in to temptation, I'd have squeezed until meat bulged between my fingers.
…Whoa.
A chill sweat trickles down my back, but I play it cool. Brynhildr shows no real resistance.
"Nngh, hnnngh… Hold on… eek, mmm…♡"
"Does it hurt? Should I go lighter?"
"No, that's not it… N-No… Keep going like that, hnnngh♡"
Seizing the chance, I don't pull away—instead, I massage her protruding breasts, her biggest erogenous zone as my eyes revealed, kneading the soft flesh tenderly.
Half impulse, half plan—I pause to gauge her reaction.
"Why…?"
"Pardon?"
"Why stop…? Keep going. It felt perfect… My stiff body is finally melting—why halt now? Continue…♡"
"Heh, got it. I'll keep at it."
"Mmm…♡"
Her breaths now mix comfort with heated lust, thanks to my hands on her prime erogenous zone.
Squish-squish-♡
"Hnnnghh, ahh, feels good… Who knew getting my tits groped could feel this—ahhh♡"
"Glad you're enjoying it. Ahem, makes me happy."
I want to maul them roughly like she implied, but her wary eyes—watching if I'll try anything despite allowing tit massage—tell me to hold off. I stick to the gentle kneading.
She likes it; her body starts trembling faintly, building to shakes that make her back buck slightly. Unable to hold back her ragged, aroused breaths, she suddenly grabs my hand mid-press on her sideboob.
"Hah… haah, enough… stop with the tits…♡"
"Shall I? Lower back next?"
"P-Please…♡"
Damn. Her reactions screamed tit-orgasm potential. Breeding Uncle's Eyes showed her breasts glowing blindingly—like the sun had crashed into them. Peak sensitivity.
I wait for her hand to drop from my wrist, then feign pressing her lower back—slamming my palm into her sideboob instead.
"One last finish here first!"
"W-Wait, no—not now, if you touch—hiiiiiing?!"
Gained 1000 EXP.
With the system alert, Brynhildr arches her back, unleashing a full-throated moan laced with ecstasy. I've not only gotten permission to touch the tits of the strongest Valkyrie but made her climax from them alone.
Pride swells as I've advanced my Breeding Uncle agenda—until her lust-glazed blue eyes glare at me, body shuddering as she speaks.
"You… I said no more on the tits, but you—hnnngh♡"
"Sorry. Did it hurt? I couldn't leave it half-done. My apologies—I'll be careful next time."
"Tch, fine. Be careful next time."
"Oh…?"
Next time? I figured I'd get kicked out, boundaries be damned—but I crossed them for tit-climax anyway. Luckily, she seems to love my touch and that orgasm.
Brynhildr's milk pussy sensitivity has increased.
Obviously. After that devoted kneading.
Feeling I've pulled Brynhildr from the swamp of Yuri Grinding toward the path of a proper sow, I speak to her as she regains her breath.
"Now for your lower back… Hmm, such a shame though."
"…What now?"
"Nah, massaging in uniform is just… lacking, you know? It hides things, sends my hands astray—like to your tits. Plus, I brought massage oil in my bag."
"…"
Her eyes narrow, wary after my tit-climax stunt—like she's daring me not to cross lines. But when I dismount, grab the oil from my bag, and show her, she hesitates, pondering.
"…Do I have to be fully naked?"
"Bra and panties work, but full nude's most effective."
Enter Breeding Uncle's Serpentine Tongue! She's on guard against pervy moves on her nude body, but that massive tit-orgasm has weakened her mental barriers. I slither my words to cloud her judgment.
Anyone can see she's horny as hell. She groans, then—
"…It'll definitely work?"
*Brrr-♡*
I swear I hear a distant pussy quivering somewhere.