The SD Character had once told me this:
[Since Eleonora is the strongest in the world setting, her tits are the strongest too!]
That meant that in this world, at least, there was no one with breasts that exceeded her explosive tits—massive mounds larger than a human head.
However, just because there were no "explosive tits" quite like hers, it didn't mean there weren't "huge tits" that came close. perhaps befitting a valiant barbarian warrior, the rival of a noble female knight.
Urga, my "Big Sis," walked the tightrope right between "Huge Tits" and "Explosive Tits." And just as I buried my face into the dizzying valley of her elastic breasts...
Squish.
Those bouncy, beautifully shaped, and delicious chocolate milkers completely engulfed my head.
"I thought you said you'd wash my hair?"
"I am, so stay still."
At first, I thought she was going to hold my head against her chest like a shampoo chair in a hair salon and wash me with her hands. But unexpectedly, Big Sis Urga began to grind her tits against my skull.
"What are you doing?"
"Just stay still. If I do this... Oh?"
"Huh?"
Along with a slick, slimy sensation, foam began to bubble up on my head.
Wait, was that slippery feeling when I buried my face not just body wash?
"Did you put shampoo on these?"
"Shampoo? What's that? That sow told me to wash your hair with this. She said to slather it on my tits and wash my Honey's hair with them."
I didn't know exactly what had happened, but the loud thumping and crashing before we entered the bathroom must have been part of the commotion caused by Eleonora teaching Urga how to bathe me—and how to wash my hair like this.
"More importantly, do all civilized people wash their hair like this? Do females usually wash the males' hair with their tits?"
"Yes."
"...Really? I guess since you people don't have much to do, cultures like this just pop up."
She seemed half-doubtful, but since she had heard that this place was a completely different world from the one she knew, she didn't harbor any real suspicion toward my bold-faced lie.
Urga tilted her head, looking puzzled as she stared at the shampoo bottle sitting right next to her, and the shower head that was currently spraying water into Eleonora's pussy nearby.
"Well, whatever. I did say I'd serve my Honey for his bath, and I actually kinda like this."
"You like this?"
This time, it was my turn to tilt my head.
Isn't this play actually quite niche and maniacal?
Even though Big Sis Urga tore my virginity away the moment our eyes met—and wasn't satisfied with just that, becoming addicted to sex within hours of taking it—I thought she was a romanticist who whispered love while our bodies intertwined, unlike a total pervert like Eleonora.
Was I wrong?
I suppose just as every individual has a different personality and taste, they also have their own sexual fetishes. Indeed.
"I understand everything."
"...Understand what?"
What is she talking about? Big Sis Urga snorted as if my words were absurd, then began to scrub my head vigorously with her chest, as if she knew exactly what I was trying to say.
"It's just cute how my Honey is frozen still in my arms, like a baby reindeer standing before a wolf. That's why I'm doing this. It's my first time, but I said I liked it."
"Hearing that I'm 'cute' at my age is a bit..."
"Kuhuh, you'll never understand for the rest of your life, will you? How a female feels when she hugs a male that fits perfectly in her arms."
Ah, that direction?
If she liked the feeling of a member of the opposite sex fitting into her embrace, then that wasn't something I couldn't understand. Thinking this might be a hint for capturing Urga's heart later, I decided to play dead, completely relaxing my body and going limp on top of her.
As if to prove her point, Urga let out a rough, hot breath from her nose. Looking excited, she immediately began to press her tits firmly against my head, sandwiching it like a sausage in a hotdog bun.
Squelch, squish.
"Pervert. A total pervert."
"I told you, this is my first time doing any of this. Washing hair with this weird stuff, washing with warm water, or washing my male's hair with my tits."
"Judging by how used to it you seem, you're already plenty perverted, Big Sis."
Just look at the movement of these tits.
She says she's washing my hair, but this pressure as she presses her side-boob against me... this was a technique she definitely mastered yesterday on the bed, using my cock as a practice tool.
And her technique was so damn good—despite not using her hands, foam was lathering up wildly, threatening to trickle down from my hair into my eyes.
"Big Sis, if we keep going, my eyes are going to sting, so let's rinse with a little water..."
"I know."
"Big Sis?"
Suddenly, a thick, powerful arm slid under my armpit. Before I knew it, she had locked me in a hold so tight I couldn't wiggle an inch.
"Big Sis? I said we need to rinse..."
"I said I know. Kuhuhu."
Ignoring my words, she let out a dark, lewd chuckle. She then wrapped her solid, muscular thighs around my legs, completely immobilizing me. I was literally bound hand and foot.
[Hmph! Since I've been away for a long time, surely you realize my value now—Hiiiieeeek?!]
Talk about perfect timing. Just as I was trapped in this embarrassing position, the SD Character returned with a roar like a rocket launch, only to seemingly trip and fall on her face immediately after, crying out about the back of her head.
Normally, I would tease her, but right now, my situation was dire.
With my vision obscured and my limbs suppressed, even I couldn't help but panic.
"Big... Sis?"
"Stay still! I'm going to wash your body now."
"Then you could just wash it normally, why do you have to...?!"
Contrary to my worries, however, she really did intend to wash me. She began to rub her limbs against mine, her body covered in blooming foam just as she had lathered her breasts.
Squelch, rub, slide.
"How is it? How is Urga-nim's bath service?"
"This feels less like a bath service and more like, uh..."
I wanted to shout 'It feels like we're wrestling!' a hundred times over, but...
"More like what? What were you going to say?"
"I was going to say our bonding looks like we're mating."
"Hu, huh? Kuhuhuhu! You're so horny even in a situation like this! Just how obsessed with me are you!"
Startled by my dirty joke, she flinched for a moment.
But soon, a hearty, ferocious laugh burst from her lips. Her thighs, which had been clamping my legs like a cat catching a mouse, suddenly released me.
"That's enough, right? I'll wash my body myself, so now—Urk?!"
"I'm not done yet."
I was in a precarious position and wanted to escape quickly, but Big Sis Urga held me fast, as if to say 'Not a chance.'
"I'm going to get angry if you keep doing this."
"I have my reasons, so endure it. And if you want to get angry, go ahead."
"...Why?"
"Because when prey struggles, it makes me want to devour them even more. I'm holding back a lot right now, so if you want to be pinned beneath me and fucked, go ahead and get angry. It wouldn't be bad."
They say you can't survive in the wild without keen instincts. Realizing I was merely bluffing, she playfully knocked on the top of my head and whispered into my ear.
"Since that bitch is passed out over there, all I can wipe right now are my Honey's arms and legs."
"So?"
"But there is exactly one more place I can wash. If I lift my legs like I'm hugging you...!"
Kwagwa-gwak!
Urga's legs spread wide, then immediately wrapped around my waist like a carnivorous plant snapping shut on a bug that flew into its maw.
Is she going to bind my waist completely? Is she planning to just hug me like a doll and roll around?
But completely defying my expectations, her thighs—which I thought would be satisfied just hugging my waist—began to tighten around me even further.
"Bi-Big Sis?!"
"You're flustered! You're flustered! You're panicking because this Urga-nim grabbed my Honey's cock with her two feet!"
Just as she had done to my waist and arms, Big Sis Urga's two soles wrapped tightly around my cock—exactly like the sausage in a hotdog bun analogy I made earlier.
How could I not be flustered?
Usually, when I played with Eleonora, I was the one bullying the natural-born masochist pervert. But being on the receiving end, especially with feet, was a first for me.
"Making your cock stand this hard... You were getting excited because you wanted to be messed up by Urga-nim!"
"No, isn't it weird not to get hard when there are magnificent milkers right beside my head?!"
"Shut up!! If I say so, then it is so!!"
Unlike in bed, seeing as Eleonora was still playing with the shower hose in the background, was she trying to use this opportunity to win against me?
"I-I told you! It's a bath service... I read in a book from that kingdom once that females rub the male's cock with their feet... H-Honestly, I wanted to try it..."
"But usually, they don't do that while hugging the man from behind like this..."
"I wanted to see my Honey trembling in my arms."
"..."
So the service was just an excuse!
She just wanted to hug me in this humiliating position and do... what do you call it? Right, a Footjob! She just wanted to try that!
I was always the attacker; I wasn't used to being on the receiving end like this. I immediately tried to struggle to escape from her grip.
But the moment I moved my body slightly...
"S-Stay still! This is my first time too, so I can't control my strength properly!?"
"Why are you telling me that now?!"
My will to resist vanished instantly.