Squish, squish, squish...
(There we go, the bubbles are ready.)
I soak the lather net with soap and work it up until it's foamy, then scoop up just the bubbles with both hands.
I feel a bit proud inside, but it's something anyone can do, so it's not that impressive.
However, the expressions of those watching are somewhat scary, their eyes gleaming.
Currently, I'm sitting face-to-face with Suzume in the bathing area of the bathroom, both of us naked.
The spectators are my wives, led by Misago. The lineup includes Misago, Hachikuma, Yata, Suzume, Tsugumi, Kiyora, and Kotori.
How did it come to this?
Well, as usual, it was time for the nightly bath, and since everyone was gathering anyway, someone suggested, "Why don't we try washing each other?"
With a hint of ulterior motives, there was a brief moment of tension, then Misago proposed a vote. Surprisingly, the votes overwhelmingly went to Suzume, so here we are.
The unity of this family is questionable, but I guess this is democracy in action.
Consensus is key in voting.
By the way, Suzume got 4 votes, and Kiyora came in second with 2 votes.
Suzume let out a scream that seemed to say, "You've got to be kidding me!"
"Alright, give me your hand."
Suzume follows my lead, albeit with a slight tremble.
"Please."
Since she's a bit shaky, I decide to take it slow and gentle.
"Alright, here we go."
I hold out my hands, palms up, and she tentatively places her hand in mine. I envelop her hand with mine, and we both get covered in bubbles as I gently rub and interlock our fingers.
The sound of squishing fills the air.
"I think this is called a 'handjob,'" I say, and the faces of the onlookers turn even redder.
This hand movement is indeed quite erotic.
And it's about to get even more so.
I gaze into Suzume's moist eyes, and she doesn't look away. In fact, she seems expectant.
"Mm..."
Kiss
And with that, I lean in and kiss her.
"This is a bit embarrassing, isn't it?" I say, slowly pulling away, a wry smile on my face.
"Yes..."
The intensity of everyone's gaze is a bit too much, so we take a break to cool down, our faces flushed.
After catching our breath, I start to spread the bubbles over her body, gradually expanding the area I'm washing. As things heat up, I become even bolder, embracing her...
"By the way, this erection is a bit inconvenient. Should I put on some underwear to keep it in check?" I ask casually. From the perspective of the one doing the washing, an unexpected release could be problematic. It might lead to a cooldown period, making things awkward for a while. It's clear that a man's kindness is often just a euphemism for his lust.
"No, you should go commando," Misago says firmly.
"I think she'd enjoy feeling it against her," Hachikuma adds.
"If you finish too soon, just consider it foreplay and do it properly afterward," Yata chimes in bluntly.
"If it gets on her body, just scoop it up with your fingers and put it inside her," Tsugumi suggests.
"I'd prefer it if you didn't waste it and just put it inside me from the start," Kotori says.
"I want it," Kiyora demands, her eyes hungry.
"Really?" I ask, taken aback.
"Wasting your seed is a social faux pas," Misago explains.
"It's like there are eight million gods in every drop of semen..." I mutter, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the cultural difference.
"It's valuable, so of course, we want to make the most of it," Kotori insists.
"So, you're saying I should finish inside her?" I ask, feeling a mix of excitement and resignation.
"Yes, as deep as possible," Misago confirms.
With that settled, I resume the somewhat harassing washing.
Suddenly, I grab a soft, large part of her body.
"Nya?!" Suzume lets out a cute cry.
"Once you're fully aroused, you should slap her with it," Kotori suggests mischievously.
Smack
"Hyah!" Suzume yelps, sounding surprisingly cheerful.
After finishing the washing, I silently approach Kotori, who had made the lewd suggestion, and slap her with my erection.
It doesn't feel particularly good, but there's a strange sense of conquest.
By the way, even when fully erect, that part of the body is quite flexible at the base, so it doesn't hurt. Mentally, though, it's another story.
"Ooh..."
"Nice..."
I hear murmurs of admiration and some silent clapping.
Is this really okay? I wonder, even as I enjoy the moment. It feels like something a perverted old man would do, but maybe that's the point.
Kotori, the recipient of the slap, is trembling all over, her face relaxed in a way that suggests she's trying not to laugh.
"You really have no shame, do you?" Misago asks, sounding exasperated.
"I threw that out the window a long time ago," I reply with a sigh.
"We've all seen each other naked by now," I add. There's nothing left to hide, except maybe some embarrassing fetishes.
I left hundreds of gigabytes of adult videos back in the other world, so there's no point in being shy now.
I wonder if anyone's been by to clean up my place in the other world? Probably not, since everyone here is accounted for.
"Again, please," Kotori requests, her eyes sparkling.
Of course, I obliged.