"You did it?!"
Splash!
A cheer and the sound of water splashing came from an unexpected direction.
(Ah, I see.)
This must be that strategy to let the "guests" take the initiative too, huh? Clever move—as expected from a seasoned tactician.
"By the way, aren't you going to grope those?"
As I was thinking that, the topic suddenly shifted. "Those" clearly referred to the two mounds right in front of me.
"I don't have permission at the moment."
I replied casually, not making much of it.
Suzume-san was visibly trembling, maybe from nervousness. She had a figure that didn't quite match her petite stature, especially those proportions—hard not to notice, but I'm not into doing anything without consent. So as long as she's still shaky like this, I'll wait until she calms down.
I'm not exactly starved for intimacy anyway. Sure, the "tank" is charged up a bit, but I've got enough self-control.
For now, I'll take the high road and let it slide!
"Huh?"
Everyone tilted their heads at the same time.
"Ah!"
Yata-chan clapped her hands, as if having a realization.
"You know, when it comes to women here, you're basically free to touch them as long as you're the one initiating it, right?"
"Huhhh?"
I couldn't help but let out a weird sound.
"It might be different where you're from, but around here, there are way too many women. Honestly, boobs have no value. Big or small, doesn't matter—if anything, the big ones get in the way."
"That's brutal."
What a savage dismantling of societal values.
"So, if you're having fun squeezing them, that's what gives them value."
"Sigh…"
I let out a deep sigh.
Regardless, I pulled trembling Suzume-san into a hug, holding her gently.
"They're still used for childcare and are a sensitive area, so it's not like they're useless. Just saying."
I whispered this in her ear. I mean, it feels wrong to say these massive, gravity-defying rockets have no value.
Honestly, how do they even fit under her clothes?
"It's true there's no real demand for them..."
She replied with a sigh, clearly a bitter truth.
"I mean, she's still technically a virgin, right?"
"That's more of a population imbalance issue!"
I threw in a rebuttal. Honestly, these girls are all stunners—how are they still single? It makes no sense.
"So what's your verdict—yay or nay?"
She pointed at them, grinning.
"I believe all breasts are created equal. Big or small, they're all wonderful."
I don't think it's something you rank.
"But do you like them or not?"
Misago joined in with a teasing smile.
"Love them."
No hesitation in that answer.
"Then, by all means."
Suzume replied with a slightly pouty tone.
Oh? That's permission.
A silent round of applause spread through the group—more noise without any actual sound. The vibe felt less like a girls' night and more like a boys' club.
"Well then, excuse me."
Backpedaling now would be rude, so I went ahead and gave them a squeeze.
Yeah, the atmosphere was getting scary, but I decided not to care.
Sometimes, a man has to charge headfirst through a minefield.
Squish.
Squish-squish.
...
...
Even though they were huge, they didn't sag at all—visually impressive, and the texture was amazing. Less soft and more… springy. The kind of bounce that made you want to keep squeezing forever.
"So... thoughts?"
She asked hesitantly.
"To put it mildly—absolute perfection."
What else could I say?
"Glad to hear it."
She let out a relieved reply, and around us, a chorus of content sighs echoed.
"…Nn."
A sultry little moan slipped out. She twitched, as if suddenly aware of herself, and I quickly let go.
She squirmed away from my arms and ducked behind Misago.
Even in the dim lighting, the parts peeking out were bright red. Definitely not from the bath's temperature—just embarrassment and excitement.
"Anyway, I'll go after Misago and Hachikuma, so save me a turn!"
She said in a voice a bit too high-pitched, making a reservation for next time.
"Sure, I'll be waiting."
More silent claps and cheers from the peanut gallery.
"Then I'm up next, okay?"
Came Tsugumi's cheerful voice.
"Alright, looking forward to it."
Might as well go with the flow.
Again, applause.
"Looks like it's all settled. Good grief. Well, do your best."
Yata-chan wrapped it up, sounding like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
After that, Misago and Hachikuma took very good care of me—gentle, but thorough.
The next morning, I ended up completely drained, blaming it on vaccine side effects and whatnot.
Probably not related to getting squeezed dry, right?