Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Cleaning and Bathing Are a Hair's Breadth Apart
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I shoved the Wanderer into the bathroom and ordered her to wash up, but she just stood there blankly, showing no other reaction.
A few minutes passed like that with her standing motionless.
That was when I finally realized the issue.
'Ah. She doesn't know how to use the shower.'
Coming from D.D., which looked like a typical medieval fantasy world, she naturally wouldn't know how to use modern appliances. And since the Bell of the End had been in control from the start, she probably didn't even know how humans washed themselves.
Which meant that to get her clean, I'd either have to give her step-by-step commands for every single action or just wash her myself by hand.
I stared at the Wanderer.
'I've got a ton of stuff to do right now, but...'
I needed to scour the internet for those medieval no-tech videos that sometimes popped up in my algorithm, practice the swordsmanship I'd picked up from them, hunt for good deals on decent gear, and head out to grab some popcorn and cola for Netflix tonight.
"No helping it. Wanderer, take off that armor first. I'll wash you."
But looking at those massive tits, I couldn't help thinking it didn't really matter.
Delivery for dinner tonight it is.
At my command, she flung off her armor without hesitation, returning to her natural, naked state without a stitch on.
As the tight top came off, those enormous breasts jiggled and swayed under gravity before settling softly, swinging like a matronum weight.
My hands moved toward that artistic curve, drawn as if enchanted, ignoring my own orders.
Squish.
The palm cupping the underside like a plate felt a cool softness that gradually warmed to body heat, overflowing so much it was hard to even hold them.
"Whoa. Wow."
No full sentences formed in my mouth; only dumb sounds escaped.
I wondered how she swung a sword around with these attached. Didn't big boobs usually make it hard to even run properly?
Knead. Knead.
The luscious breasts deformed and reformed at my whim, following the motion of my hands.
It was an addictive, almost violently captivating sight.
Just lumps of fat—why couldn't men resist these round, soft masses? One of humanity's great mysteries since the dawn of time.
"Ah, right, that's not why we came in here."
I suddenly remembered we were here to wash her. Her mental attack was no joke.
I turned on the hot water, starting at her legs and slowly working my way up.
Whoosh—
Warm water cascaded down the Wanderer's skin along with the sound. It felt right to me, but I had no idea if it was good for her.
Her original owner's mind was gone, and most bodily functions had been overtaken by the parasite, so she barely reacted unless the stimulus was intense.
'But can she even talk? And what does she eat, anyway?'
I turned to look at her back as water poured over her, lost in random thoughts.
I wasn't sure if her vocal cords were blocked, but with parasites filling her body, speaking was probably impossible. And in the past two weeks, I hadn't fed the onaholes anything to test.
The slimes just absorbed nutrients by existing, and Severa didn't need or couldn't eat, so I had no clue if the freshly made Wanderer onahole required food.
'She doesn't attack unless you approach, so she probably hasn't hunted for herself.'
She'd been in those sewers long enough to earn the name Wanderer, but it didn't seem like she'd moved on her own to eat during that time.
I squirted body wash onto a bath towel and rubbed it over her, working up a lather.
I tossed the showerhead to a slime nearby; it slurped it up, body swelling and bubbling before squirting water out with a splurt-splurt.
It was getting clearer, but no problems seemed to crop up, so I left it alone.
The soapy towel glided over her skin, leaving fluffy bubbles in its wake.
Bubbles trailed down the smooth curve of her spine, along her waist to her hips, and over her plump, perky ass.
Watching the white foam slip between her ass cheeks, I felt a growing heaviness in my groin.
'Just hold out a bit longer.'
She wasn't going anywhere, so I decided to take it easy.
Next came the front. She was about 170 cm tall, I guessed.
Her back view was alluring enough to mesmerize any man, but the front—with perky nipples and the hidden slit between her thighs—stirred raw lust.
I slid the towel between her breasts first. The heavy weight—maybe bigger than my head—pressed warmly against my hand.
Slowly sliding down her sternum, I cupped one breast with my other hand, gently wiping the sweaty underside.
Lifting the hefty mound took effort, and half my vision filled with the glossy, bubbly surface as I pressed close.
"What the hell did you live on to grow these? It's not like you accepted the parasite just to get big tits, right?"
I knew no answer would come, but I had to ask.
I lathered the towel into whipped cream-like foam and placed it on her nipple.
Nodding in satisfaction at the tit cake straight out of some internet pic, I moved my hands lower.
The towel slid along her abs' side lines, down her lower belly.
It wrapped around her thick thighs—built to support those hips—then swept over her shins, the tops of her feet, and soles.
On my knees the whole time, I meticulously cleaned her entire body before finally wiping sweat from my brow.
"Phew—! Done..."
My view was filled with her womanhood, partially veiled by thick foam but gradually revealing itself as bubbles slid down its weight.
Kneeling as I was, my face was basically buried in her crotch.
As the foam receded bit by bit, her hooded clit peeked out coyly.
"I was gonna hold back, but nope. Get on your knees."
"..."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Looking down at the Wanderer kneeling obediently before me as ordered, I dropped my pants.
After that intensely arousing "bath" foreplay, my rock-hard cock caught on my waistband once before springing out like a spring.
Now free in the world, the angry, throbbing erection twitched near her lips.
Slurp—
Whether understanding my intent or not, a scarlet tendril tip emerged from her parted lips, tapping my heated glans.
The tentacle from her mouth was grotesque, but the elastic tendrils brushing slyly clung with a sticky pull.
"Oral's fine and all, but... I wanna enjoy those epic tits."
"..."
The tendril vanished back between her lips as if in acknowledgment.
I perched on the bathtub edge to adjust height and waited for her approaching breasts.
A weight like a dog climbing onto my lap settled on my thighs as her soapy cleavage softly enveloped my cock.
The throbbing heartbeat and hot body heat pulsed through the shaft.
"Oh..."
The sensation wasn't comparable to a wriggling pussy or squirming mouth, but the sight of my glans poking from those massive tits was satisfying enough.
I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them like dough, sliding back and forth.
Up. Down. Up again. Down again.
The slick tits molded around the shaft, squeezing firmly with their own weight.
Splat— splat— splat—
Watery sounds accompanied the motion.
Each upward thrust hid my glans in flesh before it emerged again.
The Wanderer knelt there impassively, oblivious or indifferent to her breasts being used.
She wouldn't complain no matter how roughly I handled this ripe body.
I cupped her tits and stood.
Sitting, I'd pressed down from above, letting the tip peek out—but standing, I thrust between them, completely swallowed from view.
"Yeah, now rub them slowly like that. Good, just like that."
I ordered her to massage her own breasts around me and rocked my hips slowly.
My cock began shuttling through the pudding-like, jiggling flesh.
The slick foam minimized friction where skin met skin.
Fucking her tits. My stance was awkward, but controlling the pace myself built the climax steadily.
Each deep thrust brushed the firm mound on her thigh—no reaction, but it signaled her body's arousal.
Her breathing grew rougher.
My pace quickened.
The soap and water were pointless now; the air thickened with our enticing scents.
"..."
And then the peak hit.
My spine tensed, thighs straining.
My cock spasmed, pumping seed into her cleavage as if flooding a womb.
Shudder—
The long tremors matched the prolonged release.
Squuuueeze—
Finally, it ended. My cock slipped free, still erect and slick with sticky white cum staining her cleavage.
The Wanderer slowly parted her breasts.
The crevice that had engulfed me was a filthy mess of semen.
"Tits are the best...!"
The rest of the bath was pure bliss.
Teasing her stiff nipples with flicks or sucking on her overflowing tits like a nursing baby healed my weary soul.
"At least all that ordeal left me with something good. Severa should be back by the time we're done, right?"
"..."
I sank into the unplanned tub of hot water, fiddling with her floating breasts while basking in post-nut clarity.
Blurbleblurble—
"She's still at it. Having fun?"
Blubblurb—!
The slime was sucking up shower water like a toy and squirting it out.
Then it hit me—this was weird.
"Hold on... It's been less than 15 minutes, right? Why hasn't she despawned?"
I hadn't cum inside.