"Ah, aaaaah...♥"
As the fountain that had been spraying violently all over the bathroom finally ceased, Eleonora looked up at me with eyes glazed over in a trance. Then, her body tilted forward, and she collapsed.
"Was it that good?"
"Yeeees...♥"
Of course, even after discharging all that, there might still be urine or semen left inside her belly. I stepped over Big sis Urga, who was lying on the floor covered in soap suds, and shoved Eleonora into the bathtub.
"Mas... ter...?"
"Stay still."
Eleonora looked at me with an apologetic expression, as if ashamed that she—who was supposed to be serving me in the bath—had come so messily that she ended up being the one getting washed.
However, I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding she had, but my intention wasn’t exactly to wash her. Well, technically, I was going to wash her. It just wouldn’t be in the conventional sense.
Click, clack.
"Ah?"
"What?"
"That shower head... I didn’t know the head part could be detached?"
Had I never mentioned it? Since I usually just cleaned her pussy or asshole with the shower intact after dirtying her, Eleonora must have assumed the head and the stainless-steel hose were a single, fused unit.
Hmm... that wasn’t the important part. Whether the head and hose were attached or detachable didn’t matter.
What mattered was what came next.
As I separated the shower head, the stainless-steel hose revealed its serpentine, glistening body like a silver snake.
"Ma-Master...? I should wash Master’s body fi—"
I held the hose in one hand while my eyes alternated between her pussy and her asshole. Quick to catch on, Eleonora realized the meaning behind my gaze and tried to scramble away.
Schlick—
"Nngiiiiiiih?!"
But there was no escape. Eleonora let out a vulgar shriek as she felt the cold, metallic touch of the hose jamming straight into her pussy.
She had taken my cock, and even the hilt of a sword before, but this was likely the first time a stainless-steel hose had burrowed into her meat-hole.
Of course, she would happily accept whatever I did to her cunt—whether I wrecked it or stretched it into a gaping sleeve.
But fear was still fear. Seeing me reach for the faucet, she began to tremble, her body shaking like a leaf.
"N-No! Just a moment ago, that was spraying hot water! If you turn the water on now...?!"
"They say high-temperature sterilization is the best way to ensure perfect cleanliness for dishes. The same applies here."
"Haaah... R-Really? You’re really going to do that to Eleonora’s pussy...?!"
She knew exactly what kind of state she would be in.
If she were truly terrified, she would be begging for mercy. But the trembling of her body and that specific, feverish breath she exhaled when anticipating pleasure told a different story.
"You really intend to wash my body with such a filthy pussy?"
"Master is the one who dirtied it... Nnghoooooh?!"
Pshhhhhh—!!
I didn’t let her talk back. I twisted the handle immediately. The hose began to writhe violently like a living thing, and Eleonora’s face contorted in a pathetic, unsightly grimace.
"Hoooook?! H-Hot water... inside my pussy... it’s filling up my pussy... Haa, haaaahnngh?!"
"Look at you. Why act so poorly when you enjoy it this much?"
Did she think I didn’t know her nature as a masochistic sow? Trying to deceive me? I ordered Eleonora to clean herself thoroughly—inside her pussy and asshole—as punishment, telling her to come back only when she was sparkling clean inside out. Then, I stepped out of the bathtub.
"Hmm... I intended to wash my body simply with the shower, but since it’s currently occupied..."
"More importantly, how long do I have to lie here?"
"Ah."
I had been so focused on tormenting Eleonora that I completely forgot about Urga.
"You’ve been lying there this whole time?"
"Watching that bitch get used was surprisingly entertaining, so I kept my mouth shut, but..."
"But?"
She trailed off, biting her lip tightly and avoiding my gaze. Was she angry because I had neglected her for so long?
Given that a reddish flush was spreading across her fierce, predatory features, I worried she might unleash a torrent of curses. If I didn’t apologize immediately, I felt like I might get folded in half.
As I hesitated, unsure of what to do—
"W-What are you doing... aren’t you coming?"
"Huh?"
Urga suddenly spread her arms wide, looking up at me.
When I tilted my head, failing to understand, she avoided my eyes again and mumbled shyly.
"If I ever got a male... I wanted to try this once... B-Bath service..."
"What?"
I had been bracing myself for a roar like, ’How dare you leave the Great Urga in this state! Do you intend to treat this proud Grey Wolf like a slave?!’
This response was more unexpected than anything I could have imagined.
"Don’t tell me that blushing face wasn’t from anger at being neglected..."
The woman who prided herself on being a noble Grey Wolf and a warrior of the frozen lands was stuttering out that she wanted to give me a bath service...
"Do—Do you have a complaint?! If you have a complaint, wash my body right now!!"
At Urga’s thunderous shout, I immediately grabbed a bucket from beside the tub, went to the sink, and hastily splashed water over my body. Behind me, I heard Eleonora shrieking, "Hiiiieeeek! Suddenly cold water?! Master?!" as the temperature likely fluctuated, but that wasn’t my concern right now.
"Kukhukhu... splashing water so frantically. Even if I said I’d wash you, look at you—standing there with your cock fully erect, huh? What on earth are you expecting?"
Just moments ago, she was blushing, but now that some time had passed, she seemed to have regained her composure. Urga grinned ferociously, teasing me.
"If I said it’s standing because of you, Big sis, what would you do?"
"What would I do? I’d knock my darling down immediately and fuck his brains out! I’d mess you up until you admit defeat to my pussy... Kukhukhu!!"
She really was a difficult type to handle.
If it were the early days of Eleonora, she would have tried to cover her nakedness, shouting, "Don’t you dare show me such a filthy thing! I’ll cut it off!" But this wild woman had none of that.
I had said I would tame her, but usually, like with Eleonora, I would observe her reactions to my actions to find her weaknesses.
But Urga was a beast who would devour my cock the moment I let my guard down, even before her crotch got wet.
Forget taming; she wouldn’t even allow me to put a collar around her neck.
Is she simply lustful? Considering the hymen I felt when I first took her, she wasn’t loose, but when it came to cocks, she displayed a lewdness that knew no bounds.
A true beast.
A predator of the sort that bites whatever it wants and won’t rest until it makes it her own.
I should have taken more time to figure her out, but the moment she saw my face, she pounced on me, declaring she would become my broodmare. Suddenly, we were mixing flesh and sleeping in the same bed.
In just a single day.
But seeing this unexpected side of her... well, since I declared I would tame and train her, there was no need to refuse. If she was a beast that couldn’t be caged, then I would walk straight into the beast’s den myself.
As the saying goes, to catch a tiger, you must enter the tiger’s cave.
"Should I lie on your body, Big sis?"
"For now! Originally, that bitch was supposed to lather our darling’s body while I lay on the floor, but as you can see..."
"Nngiiiiiih...♥"
Ah.
Eleonora was now completely lost in her own world, masturbating with the hose still held in her hand, plunging it in and out of her pussy while screaming in pleasure. I averted my eyes from her and awkwardly lowered my back onto Urga’s toned, muscular body.
"More, come up more... Just flop down! Why are you crawling?"
Eleonora was taller than me at 186cm, but Urga was even bigger than her. She must be around 190cm? It wasn’t an extreme head-height difference, but still compared to me 184cm.
If we walked side by side and she stood on her tiptoes, she could probably rest her chin on my head.
It just felt right.
If Eleonora had a face that just begged to be broken and trained, Urga had the vibe of a ’Strong Big sis’!
"Geez! Why are you so slow!"
"Uwek?"
Just as I was wiggling comfortably on top of Urga’s soapy abs—like crawling on my back—my body was suddenly yanked upward. Immediately, the back of my head sank into the sensation of soft, massive mounds of fat.
Urga, unable to wait any longer, had pulled me up.
"More, come up more! That’s right. Treat my tits like a pillow and lie back comfortably."
"Yess’m."
"Kukhukhu... ’Yess’m’, my ass."
Chuckling, she waited until my head was completely buried between her breasts. Then, Urga raised her hands and pressed her palms firmly against the sides of her tits, squishing my head.
"I’ll wash your hair."
"Eh?"