Sophia's Breast Therapy (2)
Sophia had suddenly sandwiched my cock between her breasts, and somehow it didn't feel strange at all.
A woman who'd tasted dick was bound to come looking for it again. Objectively speaking, I was a thoroughly devoted and charming minion — more than enough to shake a virgin goddess out of her guard.
A non-East-Asian-tier cock was the most attractive kind, after all. Having conquered the virgin pussies of an elf, a vampir, and a death knight, then claimed a goddess's mouth-pussy on top of that, my cock had evolved into a full-blown heavy bomber.
With that ferocious heavy bomber wedged between her breasts, Sophia blanked out completely.
"Uh... what am I supposed to do now?"
I didn't have a pair of plump fat sacks hanging off my own chest, so I didn't know the exact technique either.
Impregnating was a skill that helped you thoroughly plow a pussy. It offered zero assistance with a woman voluntarily working her tits, so it was useless here.
But the porn and eroge I'd consumed on twenty-second-century Earth had given me a thorough sex education.
Porn and eroge might be pure fantasy — but Sophia's breasts were pure fantasy themselves.
"Think of it as satisfying my cock with your breasts instead of your mouth or hands, and just move. Try copying the way my hands move when I massage your chest, too."
"Mmm..."
Sophia fretted for a moment, then started working her hands. Pressing her breasts in from both sides gathered those magnificent tits right into the center, and the soft, squishy flesh stimulated every surface of my cock.
"Hnnngh..."
It felt so good my legs started trembling. Sophia kept diligently squeezing her breasts together and looked up at me.
A goddess gazing up from below. Similar to a blowjob, yet a completely different view. Whether or not there was a stick blocking the view of her face made all the difference.
I hadn't even cast the Holy Magic of Erection, and my cock was already rock-hard enough to hurt. Sophia let out a sly little smile at my reaction and started bouncing her breasts with giddy enthusiasm.
"Ei, ei."
"Hhk—"
"Do you like breasts that much?"
What? Asking a question with a predetermined answer. So Sophia was one of those "answer's already decided" types.
"Of course I do. Your breasts are the absolute best, Sophia."
"How are they the best?"
"They're soft, and squishy, and fluffy, and warm, and the pressure is just right..."
"Th-that's enough."
I could have kept praising them for minutes on end, but Sophia cut me off. Her skin was so pale that every blush showed up crystal clear.
Sophia was going to live her whole life incapable of lying.
"Anyway, they're truly the best. If I had my way, I'd bury myself in your breasts twenty-four hours a day and just live there."
"Heh-heh. No matter how much you like them, twenty-four hours is not happening. You've got battles to fight, items to craft, and kids to... raise, you know."
She hesitated slightly the moment child-rearing left her mouth. She clearly wanted to bear my child.
Normally, the urge to pound her pussy raw with Impregnating would have been boiling over — but astonishingly, not a single greedy thought surfaced.
Sophia's breasts were that outstanding as a medical instrument. So this was why she was the Goddess of Healing.
I'd always wondered why healing of all domains — turns out it was because of breasts that no medical art or magic could ever hope to match.
I was gazing quietly into the eyes of my goddess as she worked her tits, savoring the slow-building pleasure, when my skin suddenly pulled tight.
"Ugh!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"No you're not. It broke through Iron Man and hurt you. Are you really okay?"
Come to think of it, she was right. I pondered the reason carefully.
"When skin rubs against skin, friction is generated, right? We didn't apply anything, so the friction must have been severe. That's probably why my skin felt like it was being pulled."
"Huhh??"
Sophia looked flustered. Had my reasoning been wrong? This was why game knowledge couldn't be trusted.
"No, it's not that — I was just shocked that you suddenly said something so intelligent. I didn't know you could talk like that."
"Of course I can. I'll have you know I'm a fully educated product of compulsory schooling."
I'd even scored in the top twenty percent on the CSAT, that evil custom that had somehow survived all the way into the twenty-second century.
"Anyway, that makes sense. This is my first time doing breast therapy, so I never even imagined that. What should we do?"
"Normally you'd apply some kind of gel or liquid as lubricant, but we don't have any, right?"
"Right..."
"Then it's time for some all-natural lubricant to step up."
I pointed at Sophia's mouth.
"Oh! I just need to get some spit on it."
"Yes. Please drool all over my cock."
In Western porn, they always stretched out long strings of spit to get everything nice and wet before a blowjob.
"Huh? You want me to drool on it, not suck it?"
The look she gave me — like she was staring at a genuine pervert — was painful. Of course, a paizuri that followed after a blowjob would be great too.
"Your breasts feel so good I don't want to leave them. Your mouth is wonderful too, of course, but today's breast therapy day, isn't it?"
"Uh-uh-uh. Right. Yes. It was breast therapy."
"Don't tell me you were actually enjoying yourself? Was I the only one thinking of this as treatment?"
I hadn't been thinking of it as treatment either. Our pure little goddess got so flustered she started jiggling her tits around.
"Of course I was thinking of it as treatment too!"
"Then hurry up and do it."
"Ugh..."
Sophia took her hands off her breasts and swept her hair to the side.
"Wait. This is actually pretty embarrassing..."
"That embarrassing? You're just drooling on it."
Wasn't a blowjob or a titjob way more embarrassing than this? A woman's heart was a mystery to me.
"I mean, you're not wrong, but..."
"If it's really too hard, I'll help you."
"How— mmph."
I slipped a finger into Sophia's mouth, which had parted slightly as she spoke. Fingers possessed the most refined sense of touch of any body part, and I instantly mapped the texture of her mouth.
Wet, sticky, yet soft. I teased her hard teeth, then playfully pressed down on her tongue.
"..."
Sophia glared daggers at me and bounced her breasts up and down.
The cock trapped between them protested with friction-pain, but compared to the pleasure her mouth was delivering, it was nothing.
"Think of my finger as a cock and suck on it."
"Yer reawy. Making me do weird shtuff."
"Pffhahaha!"
The mangled pronunciation made her unbearably cute. Sophia realized it the moment she spoke and wordlessly went back to sucking my finger.
Oh... I'd had my cock sucked plenty of times, but this was a completely different sensation. The physical pleasure was nothing special, but the mental pleasure was off the charts.
A sense of fulfillment similar to when a baby latched on and suckled. I let her work at it for a while, then pulled my hand free — a thick string of spit trailed from Sophia's mouth.
"That should do it. Keep going."
"Yohan, you little..."
Sophia puffed out her cheeks.
"Next time, warn me first. You startled me doing it out of nowhere."
"So there will be a next time?"
"Ah..."
Sophia was so cute it was practically a defect. The kind of cuteness that made a cock angry.
Once that warm, moist spit coated my cock, the titjob felt even better. By the time beads of sweat were forming on Sophia's skin, the urge to cum came surging in.
"Sophia. I have a request."
"About to blow?"
"So please drink every last drop."
"Honestly. Anyone watching would think you were the god and I was the minion."
Sophia grumbled, but she followed my request perfectly. She took the tip of my cock — just barely peeking out from her cleavage — between her lips and sent me a devastating look.
"Kh... I'm cumming... now."
Gulp. Gulp gulp gulp.
After that long paizuri, a massive load of cum came pouring out. Sophia drank every drop without so much as a strained expression.
"Pwah!"
"All done cumming? Seriously. That was way too much. I thought I was going to suffocate."
"But you drank it all anyway."
"It's your cum, Yohan."
She was so endearing. I unconsciously stroked her head, and Sophia nuzzled into my hand just like Evni.
Adorable. I gave her a few more pats, and Sophia finally snapped back to her senses.
"Therapy's over!"
"Yes, ma'am."
I was satisfied too. Best to wrap it up here for today.
"Then let me check whether the treatment worked. I believe mesugaki was a man."
"Stating the obvious. Mesugaki was a femboy."
Mesugaki had checked nearly every box of femininity — except one.
The breasts. A chest so meager and hard that even calling it flat-chested didn't cover it.
A washboard would have had more curve than mesugaki's chest.
"A real woman needs breasts, after all."
"The universe has women with small breasts, and men who are the opposite... um... mmm... the treatment worked! What a relief!"
"Yes. What a relief."
"Congratulations, Yohan! Now get out of here!"
Sophia shooed me out the door. Staring at the firmly shut door, I murmured the words I hadn't managed to say.
"But Sophia... I was the one who turned mesugaki into a woman."
TS naturally came with female corruption. The chest was a little lacking, sure — but in this vast universe, there had to be items like breast-enhancement pills, right?
The day I found a breast-growth item, I would impregnate mesugaki.
One morning, with a single day left in the free season, something strange happened.
"Why did Lan-lan-i get so big?"
Just last night she'd been about elementary-school size, and now she'd grown to look like a high school girl. Standing next to Cheonsol, she was only a little shorter.
Her sudden growth spurt had completely wrecked the custom bed I'd built just for her.
True to being Cheonsol's daughter, her figure was flawless. Breasts that had to be at least a C-cup, clearly defined abs, and a firm, bouncy ass.
The blanket was draped just barely over the important parts, so nothing critical was showing — but what was visible alone was plenty suggestive.
"Cheonsol. Cheonsol. Wake up and look at Lan-lan-i."
"...My throat burns. Would you not fetch me some water?"
Cheonsol, who'd gone straight from a fiery romp in the workshop into a deep sleep in bed, was complaining of thirst.
I scooped some water from the spirit water purifier I'd ordered from the market and handed it over. Cheonsol gulped it down in big swallows.
"Hah. I can finally breathe again. Hm?"
The moment she saw Lan-lan-i, Cheonsol broke into a broad smile.
"Lan-lan-i has at last entered her growth period."
"Growth period? The one I know?"
"Indeed."
"It's a little different from the growth period I know."
Wasn't growth supposed to happen slowly over several years? Even granting that kids born through Impregnating grew fast, this was way too fast.
She'd skipped the whole cute phase and gone straight to adult.
"Vampirs are a warrior race that rules planet Absolu. Once their fragile childhood ends, they acquire a body fit for combat."
"Even so, she grew way too fast."
I'd finally gotten my hands on a camera, and I hadn't even managed to take more than a handful of photos of Lan-lan-i.
Cheonsol warned me as if none of that mattered in the slightest.
"Mad Demon. Take heed. A vampir who has finished growing becomes somewhat prickly. We call this period the Blood-Thirst Phase."
"Puberty?"
"In your world, it seems you call it thus. She may turn hostile toward her parents, so steel your heart thoroughly."
Cold sweat ran down my spine. Lan-lan-i's puberty? What was I supposed to do? As a rookie dad, this was way too much to handle.
"What's all the noise..."
I hadn't even come up with a plan before Lan-lan-i woke up.