A Man Who Lost Confidence, to a Gentle Chastity-Reversed World - Chapter 88: Talking in the Bath, Me and the Heroine

Chapter 88: Talking in the Bath, Me and the Heroine

I only skipped masturbating yesterday, yet my dick keeps spewing cum like an idiot. Only the first spurt hit Maki-san’s cheek, but her boobs ended up even stickier than usual.

My gross semen looks more like yellow jelly than white fluid, and Maki-san watches it with a blissful expression, murmuring, “Ah, it’s still coming…” She even envelops the last pearly drop with her slippery massive tits.

“I-I think that’s it… ah, the soap smell mixing with Sato-kun’s cum scent… it feels different from usual…”

My half-erect dick slips from her valley with a plop. Sighing, Maki-san scoops some cum from her whitened chest with her finger and timidly sniffs it.

My semen should just stink of squid, but Maki-san trembles and moans, “Fuaa, the smell’s intense… ♡” Her expression feels utterly honest, far from any disgust.

Meanwhile, a bit of my cum splattered her cute face. Seeing something that shouldn’t be on a girl’s right cheek almost excites me again.

“…Ah, um, Maki-san, sorry for splattering your face… it’s gross…”

But thinking calmly, I should apologize. Titty-fucking to creampie in her cleavage was one thing, but the explosion dirtied her adorable face too. It feels downright inhumane.

Yet Maki-san says, “Ah, don’t apologize…!” then wipes the cum from her right cheek and stares at her fingertip.

“…Getting cum on my face feels way too luxurious for me…”

Her murmur makes my heart race. I’d always thought facials were humiliating for girls, but hearing that stirs weird expectations.

Honestly, I don’t know how much money it’d take for a girl like Maki-san to allow a facial. Of course I know you can’t do it without permission, but her words are teasing out my filthy desires.

“…Ah! Sorry for saying something weird, it’s gross, right… But, um, I’m happy you got excited, and I always lick it anyway, so what am I even saying… Sato-kun’s just such a lewd boy…”

Even though I’m drenched in lust, Maki-san always sees me positively. Now she says, “Sorry, we need to wash your body…” and lathers body soap in her hands.

“Since you just came, I’ll wash normally now…”

Declaring that, she lathers the unwashad parts of my body with her hands.

Of course that’s luxurious for me too. Being serviced by a cute, perfectly figured girl like Maki-san—I can’t call it “normal” even without the sex.

Her boobs or butt brushing me occasionally try to excite my post-cum dick. Come to think of it, Maki-san’s big ass is insanely erotic to me; getting bumped defenselessly is bad for my heart.

But maybe Maki-san was hurrying; washing finishes quicker than expected, leading to rinsing under the shower. Finally, we slip into the tub.

Maki-san urges me in first, then steps over the edge into the same water after I sit. In that moment, as always, my eyes lock onto Maki-san’s defenselessly exposed slit.

We’ve had sex plenty, but her not hiding her pussy makes me happy—and excited. Burning lust inside as she timidly lowers her butt to the tub bottom.

“…It’s a two-person room, so maybe the tub’s smaller than before… Sato-kun feels closer…”

Facing me, she glances down a bit but alternates between my face and the dick that just came. Like she says, it’s smaller than the one we used with Asagi-san before, shortening our distance.

“Yeah, guess so…” I mumble vaguely, but my eyes are on her half-submerged massive tits and the wavering, refracted slit below. She watches me while I ogle her erotically—it’s symmetrical yet not.

Hers is cute, exciting me. Mine’s creepy, risking grossing her out. That awareness never changes for me.

“Sato-kun, um, sorry if I’m pushing it… but there’s something I wanted to ask if we bathed together…”

At arm’s reach, her voice fades gradually. But I catch it all and answer shakily, “…Yeah, anything’s fine.”

“Th-thank you…” Maki-san hesitates a bit, gathering words, then continues.

“…I, um, admire stuff from manga and novels… so… is it okay if I lean on you now…?”

Her timid requests always melt me sweetly. Understanding, I straighten my back a little. “…Yeah, of course it’s okay…”

“Uu, phew… I might be heavy, sorry…” With that, Maki-san turns and slowly nestles into my arms. Careful not to weigh too much, she slips gently between my legs.

“…Not heavy?” she asks, turning to me. Fresh shampoo scent, a girl’s petite back—everything floods my senses, overwhelming me.

Like real lovers, Maki-san leans her back against me. My half-erect dick presses her waist area; water pressure adds new stimulation, and the closeness itself—I could never take it for granted.

“…It’s a common scene in romance manga… but I never thought anyone would do this with me, yet with Sato-kun… my heart might explode…!”

The manga she reads must be full of handsome, suave guys. I don’t know how they act, and right now, I don’t even know where to put my hands.

But since we’re close, and she wouldn’t hate touch, I boldly wrap my arms lightly around her belly. With Yuki it might’ve been okay as siblings, but I can’t suppress wanting to hold Maki-san.

“…Ah, Sato-kun’s hands… make my heart race, but um, my belly might have extra flab…”

Maki-san just voices needless worries, not brushing my hands away. To my girlfriend I say, “N-no way…!” and she whimpers anxiously, “Uu… really…?”

She has no reason to worry; actually, holding a voluptuous, erotic girl like Maki-san as my girlfriend should make me the anxious one. But taking her “heart racing” at face value, I can’t let go of her body.

“…Um, Sato-kun. About what I wanted earlier…”

With my hands gently cupping her belly, Maki-san turns to speak.

“I’m always the same; what Sato-kun wants is what I want… but I do have something I’d like to try, sort of…”

She hesitates there. Then, resolving, she inhales and continues.

“…I can’t help loving unrealistic romance in manga and novels—guys head over heels for girls, or lewd boys making girls lose control… I knew such guys don’t exist, or thought I did…”

But with Sato-kun—she pauses, looking down before going on.

“…Sato-kun has sex with a girl like me over and over, stays excited by my boobs, you’re even more amazing than book guys… so maybe I could be like manga too… I’ve thought that since our first time…”

Calling me amazing is pure overestimation. I’ve just indulged in Maki-san’s eroticism.

But maybe she genuinely feels that way. Her glazed eyes seem utterly sincere.

“Of course, Sato-kun always praises me wildly—erotic, cute… but you seem worried I might hate it, so I want to erase all that…”

“…I think I really admire flirting with a boy… Ah, of course normally you can treat me casually, but… t-today, just today, I thought I’d ask…”

Flirting sex with Maki-san sounds like paradise; my dick swells in anticipation. But I worry she’s forcing it for me.

So my response lags. In that instant, she adds frantically.

“Of course I know I can’t be a princess or main heroine… but maybe a minor, low-level one… I know it’s gross…!”

She averts her eyes. Even murmuring, “I-it’s pushy, right…”

“N-no way…! Don’t call yourself low-level, Maki-san…!”

I can’t stand her putting herself down. Especially praising me like that—she’s the ultimate heroine to me.

“Maki-san’s kind, cute… erotic, the best girl to me… more than a heroine, y-you’re a princess…”

A non-handsome guy like me shouldn’t judge a charming girl like her. But I have to convey she’s indispensable.

“…If it’s not gross for Maki-san… I want to think of you as my princess… I’m no prince, don’t know if I can do it right…!”

Me as a prince is eternally impossible. But if she’ll let me treat her like a princess, not just today—forever.

I’m no impressive guy who gets unconditional service. So I must accept everything she wants.

“Eh, ah, r-really…? Me? Not Asagi or Nishikawa-san, but this jiggly girl…?”

Maki-san says that, but this isn’t about other girls. Of course if my girlfriends want it, I’ll oblige—but that doesn’t exclude Maki-san.

“You’re not jiggly… your body’s super erotic to me. Just looking excites me always… even now, like this…”

I blurt my “honest feelings” too soon, as usual. I love telling her I adore her soft body.

“…Your cock’s pressing my back…”

Yeah, it’s rock-hard again. In the water, my shaft pushes her waist, overflowing with lust for the girl pressed against me.

“…What do I do as Sato-kun’s princess…”

Like confessed to by a hot guy, but it’s just loser me here. Still, she whispers, “Th-then, is it okay to ask…” looking up at me.

…

Out of the tub, in the changing room, anxiety swells. What if my idea of princess treatment gaps from hers?

Fear of “Thought it’d be princess-like but it’s lame” spirals inside. But Maki-san wouldn’t mock me—I want to believe. And since I said it, I have to act my way.

“M-Maki-san… c-can I dry you off…?”

I have to commit to serving her. She’s drying her hair with just a towel, so I propose that.

“Fue, ah, th-that’s… I-I’m fine, ah, but what do I do…”

My out-of-nowhere words seem to fluster her. Not disgust, but if she feels off, I should retract fast.

“…If you’re not against it…”

That’s the top rule. Forcing what she doesn’t want—what princess treatment is that? Her permission is my service’s golden rule.

“N-no way I’m against it… th-then, please…!”

Naked, she hands me a bath towel. I say, “Tell me if it hurts…” and carefully wipe from her neck, shifting positions, absorbing droplets.

“Th-this isn’t even in manga… I shouldn’t let you, yet… uu… my heart’s racing…”

Through the towel, my palms don’t touch her skin. Still, the overwhelming softness of her boobs, gentle waist curves, and today’s first-touch child-bearing hips fuel my raging erection.

“A-and your cock… not wilting at all… haa, y-yabai…”

Her soft mutters are crystal clear up close. But I can’t burst or thrust here; I endure wiping down to her ankles.

“…Th-thank you, Sato-kun… didn’t force you, right…?”

My excitement isn’t just her nudity. After my selfish service, she tries leaving the changing room without a bathrobe—overloading my heart with throbs.

She’s thinking of heading to bed, joining pussy and dick to feel good—I can tell. So I follow her lead, exiting naked together.

“Uu… th-then, to the bed together…”

She peeks at me, signaling come with. Of course it’s an impossibly mismatched, alluring, erotic invite for me.

But to treat Maki-san as princess, just accepting isn’t enough. I think—can’t I add one more to her words?

“Maki-san, um… o-one thing I wanna ask…”

The first “princess” thing that popped in my head was super basic. Unsure if she’d like it, or if this world even has the custom.

“Eh, ah, wh-what…?” she asks. With meters to the bed, I say it.

“…I wanna… p-princess carry you…”

Overheard, it’d sound like I’m an idiot. Cliché idea, and no girl would enjoy a princess carry from me—voices like that echo in my head.

Way too heavy a role for non-prince me. But if she wants to be princess, and okay with me, I want to do it for her.

Maki-san freezes a second, facing me. Then regaining thought, she waves her right hand frantically in denial.

“N-no way! Sato-kun, that’d be too hard—if it were slim like Asagi, but I’m just heavy…!”

It’s denial, but not “I hate you doing it.”

“Sure, princess carries are manga-only… I admire it, but I can’t make Sato-kun force it…”

Normally I’d think it’s an excuse to hide not wanting it, but Maki-san never lies to me. Believing that, she’s just worried about my burden.

“You’re not heavy at all… um, if it’s okay with me, I wanna do couple-like stuff…!”

I’m nearly reckless now; to me, Maki-san wavers again, “Aaaa… what do I do…”

…

“If I’m heavy, just drop me, okay…?”

Confirming the impossible, she steps closer. I take it as permission.

Of course I’ve never princess-carried—rea juu couple privilege. But I imagine positions, crouch, and slide hands under her knees and shoulders.

Doubt if a weakling like me can lift vanishes fast. Her body juts amazingly where it should, yet isn’t heavy at all.

Girls are this light? I think belatedly, heart racing anew at the closeness. One breast squishes against my chest, softness transmitting again.

“…Like a dream… Sato-kun… ♡”

Looking up at me, eyes misty, she timidly reaches for my shoulder for support. And so, even closer, we slowly—truly slowly—head to the bed.