Chapter 163
Chapter 163
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Wild Boar's Bath Service (4)
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“Ah, aaaah…♥”
As the fountain that had erupted into the bathroom finally subsided, Eleonora looked up at me with hazy eyes before tilting forward and collapsing.
“Did it feel that good?”
“Yessshhheee…♥”
Of course, even after letting all that out, there might still be some leftover piss or semen in her belly, so I shoved her into the tub after stepping over Urga, who was lying on the floor covered in soap suds.
“M-Master…?”
“Stay still.”
Eleonora gazed up at me apologetically, clearly feeling guilty that she was supposed to be attending my bath but had climaxed so sloppily again, ending up getting washed herself instead.
But whatever misunderstanding she had, what I intended wasn't just to wash her. Well, it was washing her, sure. Just not in the usual sense of a bath.
Kiririk, kiririk.
“Ah?”
“What?”
“The showerhead on that thing… it can come off?”
Did I never mention it? After always using the shower to clean her pussy or asshole like this after teasing her, Eleonora must have thought the head and that stainless steel hose were one inseparable unit.
Hmm… not the point. Whether the head and hose are attached or detachable didn't matter. What mattered was that they could be separated.
With the showerhead detached from the hose, what remained was a stainless steel tube writhing like a seductive silver serpent.
“M-Master…? I-I should attend to your bath first…”
One hand gripping the hose, my eyes flicking between her pussy and asshole—she was quick on the uptake and caught on immediately, scrambling to flee.
Squish—
“Eeeeek?!”
Fat chance. Eleonora let out a vulgar scream as the cold hose plunged straight into her pussy.
She'd taken my cock or dildos and adult toys before, even my fist, but this was the first time something made of stainless steel had burrowed into her body.
And even if I wrecked her pussy, turning it into a loose, gaping mess, she'd happily accept it.
But scary was still scary. Trembling as I reached for the faucet, she shook violently.
“N-No! It was spraying hot water just moments ago! If you turn it on now…?!”
“They say high heat is best for sterilizing dishes and achieving perfect cleanliness.”
“Hah… Y-You're really, really going to do this to Eleonora's pussy…?!”
She already knew exactly what was coming.
If she were truly terrified, she'd be begging me. But there was no way she'd tremble like this or breathe out those excited, pleasure-anticipating gasps.
“You were going to attend my bath with such a filthy pussy?”
“You dirtied it, ahhooooook?!”
Shwaaaaa—!!
I twisted the faucet without letting her finish, and the hose immediately began writhing as hot water blasted through. Eleonora's face twisted into a grotesque mask of ecstasy.
“Hoooook?! H-Hot water's filling my pussy, my uterus, haaahhh?!”
“See? You love it, so why the half-assed act?”
As if I didn't know she was a masochistic sow at heart—trying to fool me! As punishment, I ordered her to clean her pussy and asshole thoroughly like this herself from now on, then climbed out of the tub.
“Hmm… I wanted to rinse off quick with the shower, but now it's out of commission…”
“More importantly, how long do I have to lie here like this?”
“Oh.”
I'd been so focused on tormenting Eleonora that I'd completely forgotten about Urga.
“You've been like that this whole time?”
“Watching that slut get hers was entertaining enough to keep my mouth shut, but…”
“But?”
Suddenly trailing off, Urga bit her lip hard and averted her eyes from me. Was she upset that I'd forgotten her all this time?
With that fierce beast-like glare of hers tinged red, it felt like I could spew profanity without issue—or maybe not apologize soon, and she'd fold me in half.
As I stood there fumbling awkwardly, not sure what to do—
“Wh-What're you doing… Aren't you coming?”
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Urga spread her arms wide, looking at me.
I tilted my head, not getting it, and she averted her gaze again, mumbling.
“Ever since I got a male… I've kinda wanted to try it. B-Bath service…”
“Huh?”
I'd braced for a scolding in my head like, 'You left proud Gray Wolf Urga in this state and ignored her?! How dare you try to slave-drive this noble warrior?!' So this was the last response I expected.
'No way… she was blushing not because she was mad about being ignored, but…'
For someone who prided herself as the noble Gray Wolf, a warrior of the frozen wastes, to admit she wanted to give me a bath…
“G-Got a problem with it?! If you do, wash my body right now!!”
At Urga's sharp command, I snatched a washbasin by the tub, headed to the sink, and splashed water over myself. From behind came Eleonora's wail of 'Eeeek! Sudden cold water?!'—but that wasn't my problem.
“Kuhuhu… Splashing water all hasty like that. Even if I said I'd let you wash me, getting your cock all hard already? What exactly are you expecting, huh?”
She'd been blushing moments ago, but now that some time had passed and she'd calmed, Urga grinned savagely, teasing me.
“What are you gonna do about making it this stiff because of you, sis?”
“What else? Slam our man down and fuck him raw till he admits defeat to my pussy! Wreck him completely… kuhuhu!!”
She was one tough type.
Early on, Eleonora would've covered her naked body and snarled, 'Just try shoving that ugly thing at me! I'll chop it off!' But not this one.
I'd declared I'd tame her, but unlike Eleonora—whose reactions to every little thing I did revealed her strengths and weaknesses—
Urga was the beast who didn't just wet her thighs but devoured my cock the moment she could.
Taming? She wouldn't even let me collar her.
Just an outgoing personality? Her hymen sure didn't suggest that—pure slutty abandon at the sight of cock.
A true beast.
The kind that bites and claims whatever she wants to satisfy herself.
That's why I should've taken time to figure her out. But the moment she saw my face, she lunged, declaring she'd bear my seed, and just like that, we were fucking and sharing a bed.
In a single day.
Now she was showing this unexpected side, so no reason for me—who'd declared I'd tame and train her—to refuse. If I couldn't cage the beast, I'd enter her den myself.
As the saying goes: to catch a tiger, go into its lair.
“Should I lie on top of you, sis?”
“For starters! Normally, I'd be lying down while that slut soaped up our man from on top, but as you can see…”
“Ugeeiiiik…♥”
Ah.
Now Eleonora was clutching the hose solo, thrusting it into her pussy like masturbation, moaning lewdly. Avoiding sis's eyes out of guilt, I quietly lay my back on her firm body.
“A bit more, a bit more… Don't crawl—just flop down already!”
Eleonora was a whopping 181cm, bigger than me, but Urga was even taller—maybe 185 to 188cm? Not a full head difference, but
if we walked side by side and she went on tiptoes, she could rest her chin on my head. No wonder "sis" slipped out instinctively.
It just fit.
Eleonora had that perfect train-me face. Urga? Strong big sis vibe.
“Jeez! Why're you dawdling?!”
“Ugh?”
As I wriggled over her soap-slick abs like prone-crawling in combat,
suddenly my body got yanked up, and my head sank into soft, pillowy flesh.
Urga, fed up with waiting, had pulled me higher.
“Higher, higher! Yeah, like that—use my tits as your pillow and relax.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Kuhuhu… 'Yes' my ass.”
Grinning like that, once my head was fully buried between her breasts, she raised a hand and pressed her sideboob firmly with her palm.
“I'll wash your hair.”
“Eh?”