Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Mixed Bathing (1)
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Nothing beats a good soak to cap off the day.
"Grrraaah..."
I melted blissfully into the steaming water, letting it cradle my body.
"Oh man... what a life~ What a life~"
I splashed the water around like some middle-aged uncle humming a cheesy tune full of schmaltz.
"No, wait!"
I slapped the surface sharply.
"I'm not that old yet."
I cut off the humming.
That had sounded way too much like some grizzled old guy.
Sure, kids on the street sometimes called me "mister," but...
I'm still in my fresh, vibrant twenties.
Okay, thirty's right around the corner, but still.
"No!"
Thirty's still plenty fresh and vibrant.
According to the latest stats from the Intelligence Bureau, the average age of imperial citizens means even folks in their thirties can still get called "big bro." Heck, they should be.
So call me "big bro," dang it.
Anyway.
I shook off the nonsense and looked down.
A pair of fatty mounds bobbed on the surface.
What was there to deny?
My boobs.
Yeah, tits.
Not just any chest—I'm talking the kind that lactate.
"With these hanging off me, guess 'big bro' is off the table..."
I had a dream.
Girlfriend material.
Not just any girlfriend—a younger one.
The kind who calls me "big bro" and leans on me, saying how reliable I am.
Being the baby of the family probably made me prefer girls younger than me.
"Come to think of it, the Princess is younger than me too, right?"
The Princess was twenty.
She'd just come of age this year.
By years of adulthood alone, I had her beat by a mile.
"But she doesn't feel younger at all..."
If you went by her composure, you'd swear she'd lived two lifetimes.
Surprisingly well-read, too.
I'd figured someone who'd trained with the sword since childhood wouldn't know beans about magic, but she had solid, expert-level knowledge. Way beyond beginner spells.
"Seriously, how is she so darn chill?"
I slapped the water again.
Hard to believe she'd woken up one morning with a swapped gender.
If I'd gone from woman to man, I'd be freaking out.
But she wasn't confused at all. She seemed to be enjoying it, like she'd wished for it.
Not me.
I couldn't enjoy this one bit.
"I never once wanted to be a woman...!"
I shot up from my seat, yelling.
My high, delicate voice echoed off the bathhouse walls.
The echo set my boobs jiggling up and down.
It felt like they were cruelly yelling back at me, "You're a woman right now!"
"Augh, my shoulders ache...!"
Heavy.
No workout needed to knot up my traps.
I'd always liked big tits as a guy, but having them myself? Not all fun and games.
Lesson learned: the woes of a busty life.
"Hmm..."
I stood still and peered downward.
My massive rack blocked the view of my feet, dominating my field of vision.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
I whipped my head around, scanning the surroundings.
Empty.
This bathhouse was specially prepared just for me.
Couldn't go in the men's bath, couldn't go in the women's—the Princess had set this up for my awkward in-between status.
Except for cleaning time, no one else came here. Just me.
"J-just a tiny touch couldn't hurt..."
I gingerly brought my hands to my chest.
I'm a guy at heart.
This is guy stuff.
How many chances does a man get to grope boobs in his life?
Zero, up till now.
The only women around me had been family.
Back in the academy, girls avoided me like the plague.
We'd chat fine on day one, but day two? Ghosted.
Had I said something dumb?
Asked them, got ignored and fled from.
Sometimes they even looked scared.
Didn't mean I had no friends, though.
Got along great with the guys.
Still keep in touch with some after graduation.
Even throw annual parties with the crew.
Thinking about it, same deal at the Magic Tower.
New female mages always got assigned to departments away from mine.
So my department was basically the men's sauna.
Dunno why, but it was like I was cursed—zero romantic luck with women.
So, yeah, no boob-groping opportunities ever.
"Whoa..."
These past few days as a woman, I'd agonized over it.
Wanted to touch, but felt like I shouldn't.
It was my body, but not mine, you know?
But today, I threw caution to the wind.
"So freaking soft...!"
I grabbed them.
Fingers sank right in.
My hands were smaller now, but even at original size, they'd overflow the palms on tits this big.
"O-ohhh...!"
I kept gasping in awe.
The sensation was pure bliss.
Squishy, addictive.
Moment of truth: why men are hardwired to obsess over boobs.
Even if I hadn't registered it as a kid feeling my mom's, instinct would crave this squish forever after.
"A-alright, that's enough...!"
I pulled my hands away.
Sensitive skin?
Just a little squeeze, and faint handprints lingered on the pale flesh.
"...J-just a bit more."
Couldn't resist; I kneaded away.
No red-blooded man could hold back from this softness.
I say that with full guy authority.
Over a week as a woman, and I'd never groped like this before.
Even washing, it was just a quick scrub, like cleaning a plate.
Avoided touching as much as possible.
"Stop...! Seriously, stop now...!"
I barely fought off the temptation.
One slip, and I'd lose track of time kneading away.
That's how insanely good these monster tits felt.
Problem was, they were mine...
Among other issues.
"Any more and I'd have gone weird..."
The more I kneaded, the stranger it felt.
Body getting uncomfortable.
Couldn't pinpoint every spot, but one place screamed clear as day.
Nipples.
The nubs hiding in my areolas were tingling like crazy.
Any more rubbing, and I'd have embarrassed myself big time.
Good thing I held out.
"Embarrassed yourself with what?"
"Gyaaah?!"
A voice from behind made me jump.
Splash!
My foot slipped, and down I went.
"Wh-what... uh...?"
The Princess was there.
"What were you up to?"
She grinned slyly.
"Didn't even notice me come in, muttering to yourself while hard at... something."
"Wh-why-why-why are you here?!"
Stark naked, too!
I figured as a guy, another guy's nudity wouldn't faze me, but anyone jumps when a nude person pops up outta nowhere.
"Here to bathe, obviously."
"Th-this is my private bath...!"
"You're mistaken. It is private—shared with me and Sir Withbel. It's my bath to begin with. More precisely, I made it available to Sir Withbel too."
The Princess slipped into the tub.
"E-even so...!"
I scooted as far away as possible, huddling in the corner.
"Mixed bathing between man and woman... it's too indecent...!"
The Princess let out a dry "Hahaha."
"We're men sometimes, women sometimes, aren't we?"
She swept back her hair.
Forehead exposed, face even more handsome.
The kind of looks that could turn a guy.
"We can say it's two guys bathing. Or two girls. So hopping in together? Not weird at all."
Couldn't come up with a comeback.
Her logic was forced, but not entirely wrong.
Tch.
She had me.
"W-well... I'll head out first then."
"Don't go."
"I was just about to..."
"Don't go."
"Yes, ma'am."
I lowered my raised butt back down.
"Relax. Like me."
"Your Highness is too relaxed. As royalty, shouldn't you keep some decorum...?"
"I handle my own decorum. Who'd dare complain if I don't?"
Talk about arrogance.
But not baseless.
I knew it, so I just pouted.
"Anyway, wanna pick up where that earlier chat left off?"
"What chat?"
"What were you doing alone?"
"Oh, nothing... Really, nothing at all."
I insisted desperately.
"Sir Withbel, you're terrible at lying."
"It's true...!"
"Lying to me is unforgivable, but it's so obvious I'll let it slide."
"It really is..."
"At least hide the evidence first."
"Evidence?"
The Princess smirked and pointed.
My eyes followed naturally.
Right to my chest.
"Ah...!"
A red handprint on the white boob.
I hadn't even squeezed that hard.
Yet it stood out clear.
"How hard did you knead those tits to leave marks?"
My face burned.
Not from the long soak.
Glance in a mirror, and it'd be red from cheeks to ears.
"Enjoying your woman's body, eh, Sir Withbel?"
"N-no, it's not like that...!"
"Sorry. Bad timing on my part? Didn't expect you to be... you know."
"I'm not doing that, I swear...!"
Really not.
Just kneading my boobs.
Not masturbating.
No way!