Chapter 3: Kneading the Housewife Lenia – Squish, Squish, Squish!
Even though there was clearly fabric in between, Lenia's ass clung to Hypno's hands like sticky rice dough. The firm bounce combined with that delightfully soft texture was moving him to tears.
Fucking soft. Is this really a human ass?
Humans are creatures of adaptation—and endless desire. Having grown accustomed to the feel of Lenia's plump ass cheeks, Hypno now craved another kind of softness. He pulled his hands away from her rear, slid them upward, then thrust forward.
Squish! Hypno grabbed Lenia's voluptuous breasts.
Oh, oh! Ooooh!
The mushy, yielding sensation was utterly different from her ass. It stuck even more insistently to his palms, somehow reassuring in a way that put his mind at ease.
"Ngh!"
Maybe because he was so excited, he'd gripped too hard. Lenia let out a faint groan that sounded almost pained. Hypno startled at the noise.
"Ah, you okay?"
"I'm f... fine. I just got surprised because you thanked me so intensely. But could you maybe thank me a little more gently? I'm holding a kitchen knife here, so it's a bit dangerous."
She wasn't telling him to stop touching her—merely to go easier. There was no option in her words to refuse his touch. After all, receiving Hypno's hands on her body was, to Lenia, the most natural thing in the world.
"Got it."
This time, Hypno eased up and kneaded her breasts softly. Squish, squish, squish... Lenia's tits were so massive he couldn't even cup them fully with his hands. Just groping them like this felt like pure bliss.
The more he massaged, the more satisfied Hypno's heart—and surging libido—became. But then he had a thought.
I can't be the only one enjoying this. I'm not just jerking off under hypnosis here.
Right... I'm doing this to repay her kindness! She should feel just as good as me... no, even better!
Burning with the noble intent to reward his lifesaver, Hypno asked Lenia, "Does my hand feel good?"
"Pardon? Of course it does. I can feel your gratitude coming through."
Hmm...
A standard response under Hypno's hypnosis. But that wasn't what he wanted right now.
Maybe I should change how I ask.
"Lenia, does Glenn ever touch your breasts?"
In any normal situation, even asking would be rude—especially while groping her chest from behind. She'd have snapped at him in an instant. But...
"Yes, he does."
To Lenia now, answering any question from Hypno—any question—honestly was simply 'natural.'
Hypno's lips curved into a wicked crescent grin.
"When?"
"Um... embarrassingly enough, mostly at night."
"Did it feel good when Glenn did it? Not my gratitude this time, but... sexually good?"
"Of course. He's my loving husband."
Even in the bedroom, Glenn and Lenia's marriage was rock-solid.
"Could you tell me how he touches them? I really want to thank you in a way that feels good, Lenia. I want to learn from Glenn's technique."
"To go that far with your gratitude..."
Lenia thought Hypno must be a truly warm-hearted man. Even if he'd saved her life, even if thanking her was natural... his passion touched her. She felt proud of this young man, like a mother beaming at her son. And her kind heart compelled her to grant his earnest wish.
"Hypno, could you take your hands off for a moment?"
"...Pardon?"
Hypno panicked at her request. What? Did the hypnosis wear off? But she's not mad or anything...
To test her reaction, he reluctantly released her breasts. Lenia set down her kitchen knife and turned to face him. Her expression held no anger or confusion—just a touch of apology.
"I'm so happy you're thanking me like this, Hypno. I want to receive your gratitude properly too. It's only natural, after all. So... I want to show you exactly how Glenn touches my breasts from now on. But to demonstrate it right, we'll need to do it on the bed... and it might take a little time."
She placed a hand on her cheek, looking troubled as she continued. "Lunch might get pretty late that way. Is that okay?"
She hadn't told him to stop out of rejection. She'd only paused to teach him the perfect way to express his thanks—and to warn him about the delay in their meal.
No... no way!
Hypno shivered with thrill. He was moved. He'd assumed she'd explain Glenn's technique while cooking. But no—this was a private, one-on-one bedroom lesson surpassing his wildest dreams. And she was even sorry about delaying lunch for him!
In Hypno's eyes, Lenia shone like a saint.
Glenn usually took a packed lunch from Lenia when he went hunting, so he wouldn't return until evening. That left seven glorious hours alone with her.
A slightly late lunch, or a private breast-kneading tutorial with Lenia. The choice was obvious.
"Of course it's fine! I'd rather thank you properly than eat, Lenia."
"Heehee, what a relief."
"But what about you? Won't you get hungry if we delay?"
"I'm fine too, of course. You're so eager to thank me, and receiving it is only natural, right? A late lunch is no big deal."
Lenia's benevolent smile nearly brought tears to Hypno's eyes, but he held back. The glistening drop of precum leaking from his lower half was excitement enough for what was to come.
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Lenia led Hypno to the couple's bedroom. It held their personal belongings and a double-sized bed.
"By the way, whose room was I sleeping in?"
"That was our daughter's room. She's living in the village now with her boyfriend."
"You have a daughter."
"Yes, she just came of age... She had a childhood friend who became her lover, and they left for the village right away. Time flies. Feels like yesterday I gave birth to Lani."
Lenia's daughter was named Lani. She must be as gorgeous as her mom, Hypno noted, filing the name deep in his mind.
"Oh, but this isn't the time for chit-chat."
Lenia sat on the bed and patted the spot beside her with her palm. "Come here."
Her gentle invitation seemed almost seductive to an outsider—like she was luring him into adultery. But to Lenia, it was pure kindness for this earnest young man who wanted to thank her properly.
Hypno sat right next to her. Without delay, Lenia got to the point.
"Alright, I'll show you now."
"Yes! Please, teach me well!"
Hypno was a bit tense. He was fine taking charge himself, but even under hypnosis, having her teach him directly felt awkwardly thrilling.
"My husband loves my breasts. Once he starts kneading or touching them, he never wants to stop."
She spoke of their nights like fond memories. Hypno thrilled at the illicit secret, empathizing inwardly. No wonder. With tits like those, who'd ever let go? I barely touched them and already can't.
"D-did Glenn touch them over your clothes too?"
"Pardon? Heehee, no way, Hypno. My husband doesn't touch over clothes... he..."
Lenia placed a hand on her breast, her voice soft and patient like teaching a child the basics. "He touches the bare skin directly with his hands."
Gulp. "Then I want to thank you that way too—bare skin, hands directly, Lenia."
Eyes shining with anticipation, Hypno spoke. Lenia giggled and replied.
"Heehee, of course. That's why we came here—to show you exactly how he does it. We should hurry with lunch prep anyway, so shall we start?"
Without hesitation, Lenia began removing her top. Was it this medieval fantasy world? Her ample breasts, wrapped in simple undergarments, snagged briefly on the fabric before bouncing free as she pulled it off in one smooth motion.
That mesmerizing jiggle struck Hypno's groin like a lightning bolt. He wanted to shove her down and grope wildly right then.
No... no! Ravishing her would be hot! But she's my lifesaver! And this perfect teacher-student setup? I can't ruin it!
For maximum excitement, he suppressed the urge with iron will. Hypno didn't just love domination—he craved a touch of sweet romance too. Especially when he was the star.
Topless now, Lenia reached behind without a hint of shame or pause, unclasping her bra. It slipped away, fully baring her breasts.
She'd borne a child, yet her nipples remained a pretty pink, not brown.
"Ooooh...!"
Was it this world? Did all women here keep pink nipples post-childbirth? Hypno couldn't prove it yet, but the stunning pink before him was enough to move him.
Lenia set her bra atop her discarded top and gently placed her hands over her breasts. "Okay, first, put your hands here?"
"Y-yes!"
At her words, Hypno brought his hands to her chest. Unlike his impulsive rear grab, they trembled, moving slowly. But...
Squish.
"Ngh."
"Oh, ooooh!!!"
The thrill of bare skin under his palms, paired with Lenia's tiny moan, dwarfed his earlier groping. Squish, squish, squish, squish! Swept up, Hypno gripped and released repeatedly.
A league beyond fabric—warmth seeping into his hands, the sticky cling. Pure demonic allure.
"Ngh, mm. Hypno... Thanking me is great, but... it's hard to teach like this."
"Ah!"
Her gentle admonishment snapped him back. Got too into it. Her bare tits... insane.
"I can feel your sincerity and politeness the moment you touch me. It makes me so happy to receive your thanks. But... you want to learn my husband's way, right?"
Hypno nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes!"
"Then hold my breasts just like that and listen. Follow along as I explain how he touches them."
Like teaching a child the ABCs, Lenia began. Under hypnosis, she was initiating this lewd lesson herself.