Chapter 269
Chapter 269
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 269
Chapter Title: Pubic Hair Scrubber
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Speaking honestly, lately I'd been pretty confused about sis Urga's identity.
And no wonder.
Between helping her with farm chores like today and meticulously cleaning up every trace of our nighttime debauchery,
she'd handle all that without a hitch, then have a perfect dinner ready right on time when I got home, as if nothing had happened. She'd flash that fierce smile dripping with affection for me.
It was a nonstop parade of behavior that could earn her the title of perfect wife and wise mother without question!
How could anyone picture the brutal, merciless winter warrior Urga—who pillaged like it was breakfast—from any of this?
"Mmm... Don't resist...!"
Of course, there was no way Urga sis could read my thoughts, but she licked every corner of my mouth as if telling me to quit my soft thinking.
Even as my salivary glands begged pitifully—Oh sir, if you take even this, what will we little folk live on?~—sis Urga plundered everything inside my mouth.
"Pwah... You know I'm holding back a lot right now, right?"
"...Yes."
Sis Urga sucked up the long string of saliva connecting us, baring her trademark pointed shark teeth once more.
I had no idea what my face looked like, but seeing her grin so satisfied, I figured my cheeks were probably flushed like hers. Sadly, no mirror to check.
And so the soaping resumed.
Since I'd just relaxed and let her wash my back, I straightened up this time, thrusting out my chest to make it easy for her. Sis Urga giggled and started rubbing her massive tits against my chest.
"Nng... Mmm..."
"Doesn't this feel... like we're doing something super lewd?"
"It's not 'like'—it is super lewd."
The moment she climbed onto my body, her nipples grazed mine.
She was already soaping me up with her breasts, which was lewd enough as it was,
but in the most exquisite coincidence, while she was just trying to pave the way for her tits to ride over me, she ended up tracing a path where our nipples met perfectly?
"Sh-should we take it to the bed...?"
"Nah, you gotta finish this at least. It's been ages since you've served me like this, sis. You like doting on me too."
"Hnn... Wh-who says I like serving you...♥"
If she'd hidden that drooling mouth, she might've had some credibility, but sis Urga figured I'd buy it hook, line, and sinker. She slapped a thick hand on me and declared,
"Ahem! I'm only doing it 'cause you like it. Special service, so treat me nice from now on!"
"Heh, I'll pound you like a beast from behind extra special today."
"Y-you cocky little...?!"
Realizing more chit-chat would drag her into my pace, sis Urga grabbed my shoulders tight—no escape—and slid her soap-foamed mega-tits from my abs up to my chest,
following the trail her own nipples had laid, teasing my nipples the whole way.
"Now, stick out your arms."
"Here."
My arms were easier than expected.
Sis Urga spread her tits wide like handles, and I slipped my hands in like donning an Iron Man suit. Then she'd rub and grind her tits against them—done.
Honestly, Eleonora's overwhelming boulders had overshadowed sis Urga's rack in my mentions, but sis Urga's tits were no slouch—
every bit as massive as Eleonora's, no exaggeration.
...Though per Eleonora, hers were still growing, so sis might get outpaced eventually.
"Again! No more funny thoughts!"
"Ah."
How'd she know I was thinking about tits again? She clamped my shoulders even harder, shoving her rack forward.
Her eyes screamed annoyance at me daydreaming while she slaved away—like she was debating pinning me down and railing me senseless right there.
Unlike Eleonora, who'd gotten her fun today with some tit play and kisses at the vice-commander's,
sis Urga had been pent up—rubbing her nipples on mine on purpose, exhaling hot breaths on my nape that no shark-toothed maw should've managed.
She was playing coy, but clearly backed up all day.
So I teased back, grinding my tits against her while stabbing my rock-hard cock into her rock-solid abs. Sis Urga gasped like she'd been waiting,
"Hmph! As expected! Gets you stiff the second I say I'll fuck you. Total perv! Even if my pussy's the best, what male wants to get bred by the female?"
"Heh..."
My cock was patchy with soap suds—splattered from her tit-rubs, dripping from her cleavage.
Sis Urga eyed it, then backed me against the wall, wrapping her legs behind my waist in a face-to-face seated position.
"Ahh."
"Ow."
A sharp sting in my ear.
Sis Urga had yanked my neck close with both arms and chomped my earlobe.
"Why?"
"'Cause you're infuriating."
"Eek, guilty as charged."
Too many sins to count.
Satisfied with my reply, sis Urga giggled wickedly—who knows what crossed her mind—but then,
"Haa... haa... Still so huge today... Even covered in suds... Just one poke and I know... Cock that grows every damn day like that bitch's tits...!"
"Me?"
Her hot breaths screamed she wanted to impale herself right then, but instead she kept grinding her body against mine.
Specifically, rubbing her soap-slick cock against her pitch-black, curly bush—like scrubbing with her pubes.
"Stings... Told you before, sis—your bush is pretty coarse..."
"You say that, but you won't let me shave it. You said a thick bush like mine was sexier, and now it stings?"
"Heh."
Such a sinner.
I clamped my lips sheepishly, and once satisfied, sis Urga pondered a bit before announcing,
"Hold still—this is... y'know, a natural loofah! Your cock's too tough for regular brushes, so I gotta scrub it clean with my pubes!"
"Ugh..."
Where'd she pick up lines like that? Sis Urga handpicked the most ball-busting dirty talk. Was she trying reverse-training me with shame-play like I did her? Fat chance.
"True... Worked overtime reaming the Saintess's asshole earlier, so scrubbing with your bush sounds great to me."
"Wh-what!? You did that after splitting from me?!"
Forgetting she'd been teasing me, sis Urga glared daggers.
"No loyalty at all, huh? You rotten cock! Time for a deep scrub!"
Of course, her bush was just as messy—smeared with my cock's suds—but spotting my twitching shaft, she got into it.
Great excuse in hand, sis Urga pressed fully against me, now just grinding her ass back and forth.
Slap slap—
Our bodies rubbed, suds between squelching lewdly like cock in pussy.
Perfect BGM for our pseudo-fuck.
"So, how's my pubic hair loofah?"
"P-pretty effective... Keep it up and the cum clogging my urethra might burst."
"What? That's for unclogging toilets!"
Sis Urga giggled like she didn't mind.
And then,
"But doesn't a real loofah like this exist somewhere?"
"Wh-what?! Another lie?!"
"Nah, not selling anything. Old history books mention brushes made from animal hair."
"...Yeah? Soft and fluffy, so they'd work."
Having worn beast pelts herself not long ago, sis Urga nodded like it made sense.
"And the best ones..."
"Best?"
"Yeah, rat-whisker brushes fetched top prices."
"Hmph... Folks in this world did everything."
I'd never used one, so no clue why rat whiskers rocked, but they were Wang Xizhi's fave in Tang Dynasty lore—must've been premium.
"...So why's that lead to my bush?"
"That's why I'm saying—pluck coarse pubes like yours and..."
Gulp...
Sis Urga eyed me, trembling slightly.
"...use 'em for filthy shit like cock-cleaning—who knows."
"Y-you cocky brat again?!"
I warned her!
Sis Urga snorted furiously, glaring at my cock as a hot stream of piss from her pussy soaked it.