Savoring Lucia's Yielding Breasts
The book Aria had lent me—well, more like left behind—was a tremendous help. For one thing, it was packed with material that delved into all sorts of maniacal directions. Just yesterday, I even used it as a reference to make Aria... sniff my, uh, cock.
I had no way of knowing when or by whom it was written, but it made me curious anyway. Lately, I've been pulling it out during breaks or any free moments to read. There's so much to learn from it, in all sorts of ways. Of course, it's mostly just lewd acts.
In this Saintess Training Institute, cut off from the outside world, the book holds immense value. Especially for the task the Goddess entrusted to me.
"Then... now I need to decide on the next one."
Yesterday was with Aria, so pass. That left Ms. Lucia, Ms. Claudia, and Serena. Excluding Serena since we haven't had any real contact yet, it came down to two: Ms. Lucia and Ms. Claudia.
They were both making relatively quick progress. Not that I was comparing them, but their tastes were quite different. Ms. Lucia saw me as helping her and wanted to repay the favor by satisfying my desires too... while Ms. Claudia, on the other hand, begged for punishment because she was such a lewd sinner.
So, what was their common ground? I already knew they were both diligent and deeply considerate. ...Big breasts?
"Please come in, Ms. Lucia."
I quickly scanned the surroundings before opening the infirmary door, then ushered Ms. Lucia inside. Unable to choose between the two, I'd decided to go with whoever I ran into first—and it was Ms. Lucia.
Perfect. No one in the hallway... no one I'd bumped into. Good. These meetings could arouse suspicion, so I was doing my utmost to be cautious.
Just her entering made the room feel brighter. Ms. Lucia was dazzlingly beautiful as always.
"It's been a while, Mr. Theo."
Her voice was endlessly tender as she greeted me with a bright smile.
"H-Has it?"
It felt like only three days ago. My memory wasn't wrong.
"The Goddess said that one day of waiting can sometimes equal a month's patience. It's not how many days you wait that matters, but what you're waiting for."
Ms. Lucia recited the Goddess's words with serene calm, but that was definitely a mask. Her ears were bright red—she couldn't hide that.
"True enough... Ahem. Well then, today we'll..."
As I broached the main topic, her eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment. Was that my imagination?
"...check and relieve your desires. Um... do you remember what you said last time?"
"Yes, I do. I told you I was curious about your desires, Mr. Theo."
At first, I'd thought, Does she really need to worry about me too? But no. My role was to satisfy the apprentice saintesses' desires in the way they wished. And Ms. Lucia wanted me to relieve my desires with her—with her body, specifically.
So there was no reason for me to refuse.
"Then, um... first, Ms. Lucia... I'd like to see your breasts."
A brief silence. Had I been too direct?
"...Are you disappointed?"
"N-No! I... I've made far more extreme requests before..."
She waved it off with a smile. She wasn't wrong.
"Then, please... turn around for a moment, Mr. Theo."
She'd show them anyway once she undressed, right? Why bother? Swallowing those questions, I turned without protest.
This was building my anticipation for no reason. I could hear my heart pounding.
Srash—swish— the sound of fabric rustling. Mixed in were the occasional clicks of buttons undoing.
I hadn't counted, but it felt like about a minute passed.
"Now... please turn back this way."
Her voice trembled faintly as she called me. I turned slowly.
"...Wow."
Thinking back, I'd never actually seen any of the apprentice saintesses' bare breasts. Even with Ms. Claudia, I'd only touched over her clothes.
But now... I regretted not asking sooner.
Her pale, milky skin filled the black bra, rising and falling with her breaths as if about to overflow. Just looking at them made me feel their soft, yielding texture tickling my fingers.
How many cup sizes? Asking would be rude. But I was curious. I'd known they were big from the outside, but this... this was different. Completely different.
Lost in them, soul stolen, Ms. Lucia's voice snapped me out.
"The... bra. My shoulders hurt a bit, so... could you, Mr. Theo...?"
Her mask gone, she trailed off, glancing aside. She wanted me to unhook it.
Her shoulder pain registered briefly, but I pretended not to hear. It wasn't important right now. Not to me, not to her.
"Understood."
I swallowed dryly without thinking. Tearing my eyes from her breasts, I stepped behind her.
From the back, the outline of her prominent shoulder blades was inexplicably erotic. Her shoulders rose and fell with each breath, ears still flushed red, platinum blonde hair cascading like a waterfall. And most striking of all, even from behind, her breasts peeked slightly from the sides.
As if entranced, my arms rose toward the bra clasp. Her skin felt warm brushing my fingers as I gripped the straps.
I unhooked it lightly with both hands. She took the straps, slipping her arms free.
Thud. The bra fell onto the nearby bed.
"..."
Ms. Lucia just exhaled slowly. Should I go around front? Ask her to turn? This was maddening.
Locked in mortal dilemma, unable to speak, she slowly turned toward me.
Lips pressed tight, avoiding my gaze, but she didn't cover or hide her breasts.
Finally, I saw them.
So this is what breasts are. The true form of soft, pliant breasts. Massive, round orbs like water droplets, topped with pink nipples at the center.
Not much different from when the bra covered them, but it was like heaven and earth apart.
"Ms. Lucia. Next... may I touch them?"
Seeing them ignited an overwhelming urge to feel them.
"Y-Yes, please... f-feel them as much as you like..."
Permission granted, I moved my hands again. One hand per breast. Too greedy? Absolutely not.
Fingers spread wide, cupping them... and finally grasping.
Not too hard. But not too soft either. Just enough for her tender flesh to peek between my fingers.
"N-Ngh..."
A faint breath escaped her pursed lips as she bowed her head. No need to pry about it. I was busy enough myself.
Busy feeling this chewy, supple skin wrapping my fingers. So smooth. No gaps between my fingers and that marshmallow flesh.
I kneaded the heavy, soft mass freely, distorting it with my grip. Surely, this was the pinnacle of male luxury.
"Ha, ngh... haa, hugh, ah..."
Her breaths deepened as I focused. Glancing to check on her—our eyes met perfectly.
"...I got too absorbed. Sorry."
My fingers kept moving slowly, even as I apologized.
"Ah... no need to apologize... it means your d-desire was that strong..."
As always, she smiled gently, responding with warmth. Such a kind soul. No wonder her breasts felt so warm too.
I squeezed again, kneading deeply—then felt something firmer between my fingers. The pink nipple, subtly hardened and swollen compared to before. I'd forgotten about it momentarily.
Could I touch? No need to ask... right? Gauging her reaction, I carefully pinched the nipple between my fingers.
Lighter than with Ms. Claudia, but the plump texture was unmistakable.
"N-Ngh, hii, hik...♡"
As I squeezed the areola and nipple, a lewd-tinged moan escaped. Of course. After kneading her breasts so thoroughly, teasing the nipples would feel good.
For now... play dumb. Ignore the sounds and keep going.
My right hand gripped the underbreast, lifting slightly. My left stroked the nipple gently, then pinch— twisted lightly.
"Higup—♡ Hu, huu, haa—♡"
Definite. She was feeling pleasure from her nipples. Ms. Claudia liked the torment... but Ms. Lucia was just sensitive here. Or maybe I'd stared so blatantly and groped so thoroughly that her sensitivity had spiked.
"M-Mr. Theo..."
"Ah, yes. Ms. Lucia. Was I too rough?"
Lost in my thoughts, I'd pushed one-sidedly. Her smile faded as she looked up, breathing through parted lips.
"Th-That's fine, but... like this, it'll end up just me... satisfying my desires again..."
Classic Ms. Lucia. Even now, she didn't want all the pleasure for herself. Truth be told, I could fondle these soft, chewy breasts all day and want for nothing.
But as I'd thought initially, she wanted me to indulge with her. So, follow her lead.
That line, though—she'd basically admitted enjoying it with her breasts. Adorable.
"If you insist, there's one more thing I'd like to request..."
Of course, another act from Aria's book.
"R-Really? Anything's fine, please tell me."
No need to hold back.
"Have you... ever heard of 'paizuri', Ms. Lucia?"