A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 87: Washing Each Other, Forgiving Desires ☆

Chapter 87: Washing Each Other, Forgiving Desires ☆

“Nn… Sato-kun’s hands are so big…”

The only sounds echoing in the bathroom are Maki-san’s sweet sighs and murmurs, all because I’m lathering soap around her collarbone.

For me, there isn’t a single spot on Maki-san’s soft, naked body that isn’t erotic. I’m just barely managing to pick places I can touch without losing control.

Even so, collarbones and neck are quick to wash, and once the lather’s done, my hands have no choice but to move down to the massive swells below.

I know staring at her naked body is wrong. But the nipples right beneath my eyes are stiff and plump, erect—and no matter how I struggle, their lewdness excites me.

“…Y-you can touch them, okay…?”

Just as her erect nipples make my dick twitch, she removes the last barrier for me.

Maki-san hadn’t missed my hands pausing for a moment. She’s always watching me, overflowing with kindness toward me.

So I steel myself and slide my hands in from beneath her breasts. Even I know any more confirmation would be tactless.

“Nn♡ Fuaa… haa, I want you to wash them a lot… yah, nnaa, w-with Sato-kun’s hands… yan, fuu, nn…”

I rub her massive tits from below, supporting them, but my touch must seem utterly creepy. Just holding them like this, their size, weight, softness—all of it stokes my lust.

To lather properly, I have to touch every inch of these G-cups anyway. It’s okay, Maki-san isn’t hating it—I reassure myself in my head as I start washing her glistening chest.

“Naa, uu… ah, even though you’re washing me, I-I might moan… nn, ah…”

Circling the outline, enveloping them, the soft flesh squishes and reshapes. Moving my hands from bottom to top, I end up plunging them into her cleavage of my own accord.

“Haa, th-there… I might’ve sweated a bit…!”

Maki-san lets out a sultry voice while staring at my hands in her valley.

Her breasts sandwiching my hands somehow feel even bigger than before. Maybe it’s because I’m kneading them—or maybe that’s just my biased judgment fueling my arousal again.

“Y-yabai, maybe… i-it feels good… ah, nkuu, fua…”

Even though I’m thinking such filthy things, she doesn’t slap me away; she lets the caresses continue. I’m fixated on her chest—if she found it gross, she could shove me off, and that’d be fine.

But her face flushed crimson, she’s peering at my expression, glued to her boobs. Realizing that, I finally meet her eyes, late as it is.

“Nn, S-Sato-kun’s excited face… it’s so lewd, already…!”

Her eyes droop at the corners, mouth half-open, as if inviting me to look inside. Even if that’s not her intent, her plump tongue flickers into view now and then.

“Maki-san too… you’re so erotic… a-and cute…!”

She might think it’s creepy, but I’ll keep calling Maki-san erotic over and over. My feelings are slipping, and on the verge of losing reason, I envelop her massive tits from the peaks, nipples and all, with what I think is gentle force.

“Ah, nnaaa♡ M-my nipples are sensitive, nn, ah, uu, yaan…!”

Both hardened tips press into my palms. Stroking the tips of her breasts while washing, savoring Maki-san’s sensitive nipples—I’m on the brink of drowning in the lewdness.

“Aan! Naa, my nipples are being washed by Sato-kun… this is gonna ruin me… yah, fuu, hiuu… ♡”

Of course I have no intention of pinching hard or anything. But for me, washing the summits of her tits, Maki-san’s moans and melted expression are the ultimate turn-on.

I release my hands for a second, asking anxiously, “D-does it hurt…?” But she shakes her head tremulously, then straightens her back, thrusting her rock-hard nipples forward.

“…Sorry for all the lewd stuff… but having Sato-kun wash my tips… it makes my heart race so much…”

Her words make me swallow hard. How could I complain about being called lewd? Maki-san’s moans only excite me more.

“If it excites Sato-kun… th-then I want you to wash my nipples more…?”

Hearing that it’s okay for me to wash Maki-san’s erotic nipples might be my final trigger. Knowing she feels good, I can never resist those peaks.

Gently, to make her feel good without pain—under those conflicting thoughts, I softly pinch both nipples with my fingers.

I don’t know the perfect pressure to pleasure her, but in that instant, she lets out her loudest moan of the day. The voluptuous girl twists her body, lost in ecstasy.

“…Ah, yah, fuaaaaaan♡ S-sorry, ah, I-I’m gonna cum, sorry, I’m cumming, yaan! I can’t stop my voice, aan, nn, kuu…”

They’re so hard that pinching is easy. Feeling this erotic girl’s sensitive nipples with both hands is a luxury, an utterly lewd situation for me.

“Sorry, a-already, gonna cum again, ah, yabai, no, nnaaaaaa♡”

Right before my eyes, Maki-san’s lush body quivers. Making my erection throb painfully, she says, “Ah, n-no… I came…” and slumps forward a bit while seated.

The bathroom stool has no backrest, so with no support when she goes limp, on my knees I instinctively catch her upper body—ending up grabbing her boobs with both palms.

“Haa, naa, Sato-kun… made me feel good again… my body’s all fuzzy… sorry…”

Her head rests on my right shoulder, and I’m still kneading Maki-san’s huge tits with both hands.

Part of it was reflex, not letting go, but truthfully, I didn’t want to release her softness. It’s selfish, perverted behavior from a coward like me.

“Nn, having Sato-kun rub my boobs… fuaa, it makes my heart pound… feels good… ♡”

My fingers dig in, sinking into her breasts. I should probably let go, but the squished twin peaks won’t allow it.

“…Sato-kun…!”

Even though I’m gripping them hard, Maki-san meets my eyes with a melted expression. Then, murmuring “Sorry…!”, she lunges straight for my lips.

Her moist lips overlap mine before I realize it. What starts as a lovers’ kiss, with her mouth half-open, quickly turns into tangled tongues.

“Fua, uu, n— Sato, fun, hoenne, naa…”

Our faces press together, devouring each other’s tongues. There’s a bit of space between our bodies, which is why I’m still clutching Maki-san’s massive tits.

Any guy would want to grope these erotic G-cups while deep-kissing a girl. The pretense of “washing” is gone; we’re just prepping for sex.

“Fu— nn, ah, yah… haa, Sato-kun… I kissed you again… sorry for doing it on my own…?”

We part lips to breathe. Only then do I finally release Maki-san’s chest, which I’d been gripping the whole time.

Her erotic lips right in front of me are slick with my gross saliva, but she doesn’t wipe it away. Of course, my lips and mouth are overflowing with Maki-san’s saliva too, but to me it’s the sweetest juice imaginable—I could never be mad.

“No way, I’m the one who said I’d wash you, but I just kept doing lewd stuff…”

Exactly, I’m the one who should be scolded. I’d meant to serve Maki-san without the eroticism, but ended up drowning in her boobs and nipples.

But Maki-san shakes her head repeatedly. Her wet breasts jiggle with it, and my eyes dart there again. I hate my hopeless fixation on the lewd.

“I-I’m the one who feels good the second Sato-kun touches me… I’m really happy you get excited, but I can’t hold back… uu…”

And I can’t help finding the groaning, embarrassed Maki-san utterly adorable. I don’t want her to hold back, and a girl who thinks about my excitement is irresistibly erotic.

She continues talking while checking her soapy breasts.

“…Plus, you serviced me and made me feel good, so… I was thinking, next I want to do it for you…”

Hearing that, I shamefully throb at the thought of Maki-san washing me. Like with Yuki, having a cute girl wash your body feels so couple-like, and all sorts of fantasies flood in.

Of course it’s just my creepy delusion, and there’s no reason for Maki-san to serve me, so I can’t make her work.

I was about to say she doesn’t have to push herself—the words were at the tip of my tongue.

But Maki-san’s next words cut me off, igniting fresh lust.

“I-I want Sato-kun to feel good too, so… how about I wash you with my boobs…?”

In that instant, I imagine it, excite, and my dick hardens further. Forbidden expectations spread through my heart instantly.

“W-with your boobs…”

My idiotic reply, combined with Maki-san’s earlier ecstasy, creates a rock-hard erection.

I’m not sure if she sees it, but Maki-san explains anyway.

“Sato-kun, you get excited by my boobs… so, if we bathed together today, I was thinking of asking since yesterday… This isn’t gross for you, right…?”

Gross? No way—being washed by Maki-san’s huge boobs is an overly erotic luxury.

“…Not gross at all, I-I’d be insanely excited…!”

I slip into polite speech from sheer excitement. Of course it still means her serving me, and I wonder if that’s okay.

“Phew… I was worried I’d be the only one excited and couldn’t make Sato-kun feel good… I have to return the favor, yeah.”

Looking a bit relieved, she adds, “Ah, but if you hate it after all, say so right away, okay…?” while hurriedly rinsing the soap from her body.

Then standing, Maki-san urges me onto the stool. In return for seeing her erotic form, she’ll wash me—an absurd deal, but it’s happening now.

“Well then, as thanks for Sato-kun’s service… I don’t know if it counts, but I’ll do my best…!”

Now I’m seated where Maki-san was. Behind me, I hear her take body soap.

The bell-shaped boobs I was just toying with will now service me. My heart’s unprepared as she exhales and whispers, “O-okay, here I go…”

“Um, like this…?”

Overwhelming softness presses slowly against my back; I can tell her breasts are squishing. Around my shoulder blades, I feel the slippery soapy flesh and her hardened nipples.

“M-my nipples are rubbing… if it hurts, tell me…?”

Really, I should worry about her nipples hurting, but without saying that, she starts sliding them over my back.

“Uu…” a pathetic sound escapes me, while from Maki-san come “Fuu, nn…” erotic sighs.

I know I shouldn’t let her use her boobs like a sponge. But her earnest service melts my reason.

“…Sato-kun’s back is so big, nn… I have to work hard…”

I can’t see her face, but Maki-san seems diligent as she lathers every bit up to my butt. In the end, my entire back memorizes the feel of her massive tits.

Then Maki-san pulls her breasts away once and says with resolve, “Okay, now the front… e-excuse me…!”

She moves to my front and slowly crouches. Her face is bright red, and her soapy chest looks even more erotic, flaunting her cleavage.

“…It’s twitching… but I still have to hold back… uu…”

Seeing that, naturally my dick twitches, balls swollen tight.

A guy this openly lustful has to be gross. But sadly, I’m so excited that a little stimulation would make me spew thick cum.

“…As expected, Sato-kun’s face makes me excited… I was gonna start with your shoulders, but… no good, maybe…!”

Looking up at me, she gradually shifts her breasts’ position.

And instead of my upper body, they press against my rock-hard dick.

“S-sorry, but… I want you to feel good… it’s okay if it moves…?”

My dick buries into her G-cup valley, instantly covered in soap. Squeezed tight, all I can manage is “Ua…!”

Below my eyes, Maki-san waits for my words. Her glazed eyes on me, enveloping my shaft with premium tits—this is peak pleasure for any guy.

“I-it’s okay… I might cum, but I’ll try to hold back…!”

Honestly, a bit more and I’ll shoot into Maki-san. But cumming too soon from her paizuri feels like betraying her expectations.

To me thinking that, she shakes her head while supporting her breasts.

“…No need to hold back… If Sato-kun feels good, I’d be happy if you cum in my boobs…!”

The goddess-like girl before me melts my heart. Her soapy breasts start sliding, stimulating my dick.

“Nn, haa, your cock’s hot… but it’s extra slippery today, so it feels even better… my heart’s racing…”

Slowly, like massaging my dick, Maki-san’s paizuri begins. Breasts that could grace a gravure idol are now solely for satisfying my lust.

“Nuu, y-yabai, I can’t hold back…!”

I said I would, but once enveloped, I can’t endure this stimulation. It feels good, erotic—various emotions, plus Maki-san’s upturned gaze locking onto me.

“Sato-kun, your cock’s thrashing… ah, i-it’s slipping…”

Even her hold can’t contain it; my dick bounces out of her tits. But she immediately clamps it back in, determined not to let it escape.

“Haa, nn… when you cum, inside my boobs…”

Saying that, she presses her whole body against me, squishing her chest anew. Her constant enveloping feels lewd yet endearing.

My dick is buried to the deepest part of her valley, savoring marshmallow softness. Her paizuri always ramps up my urge to ejaculate.

“Maki-san… a-already, gonna cum, ah, can’t hold it…!”

Feeling semen at the tip, I warn her at the last second. Cumming is inevitable, but I must avoid dirtying her in a way she doesn’t want.

But Maki-san sweetly leaps over my words. Looking at my pleasure-twisted face with even more melted affection.

“Ah, i-it’s okay… my boobs will take all of Sato-kun’s cum… make them all sticky, please…!”

Bending forward boldly, her breasts are impossibly soft, erotic no matter how many times I feel them. Like penetrating her pussy, Maki-san’s paizuri is sex to me.

The cute girl looking up at me, wrapping my cock in her tits, begging for my cum. An over-the-top fantasy scenario always before me, milking my semen.

And now too, I easily cum in Maki-san’s fluffy chest.

“U, cumming, sorry… u, I-I’m cumming, uu!”

Today’s first load, after holding back masturbation yesterday, overflows ridiculously. The initial spurt, typical when pent up, arcs high and splatters her flushed cheek.

“Hyaa! H-hot on my face… your cock’s pulsing, ah, s-still, I have to make you feel good to the end… nn, but the smell, haa, my head’s going fuzzy… ♡”

Enveloping my ejaculation, Maki-san keeps moving her breasts. Leaking sultry sighs, she catches my white ropes with her bountiful tits.