Issei crashes into a hot spring after pissing off Great Red, gets pinned by a breastless swordswoman, and accidentally brings her tits back with Boost. Now his dream of becoming Harem King is no longer a joke.
Chapter 1: An Oppai Miracle
The Dimensional Gap was not made for mortal eyes.
Swirls of color bent without meaning, and gravity held no sway. Up and down lost all meaning, and even time itself seemed to pause in awe. At the center of this chaotic realm, a colossal crimson dragon drifted through endless unreality like a god riding the sea of dreams.
Great Red. The True Red Dragon God Emperor. Rival to Infinity itself.
So when a human voice echoed in that sacred quiet, it struck like a pebble dropped in a sleeping volcano.
"Great Red! Grant my wish!"
For a long, unbearable moment, silence reigned.
Then the dragon turned his massive head, eyes narrowing at the insect hovering in his presence.
"…This isn't Dragon Ball, idiot," Great Red said, voice thick with contempt. "And I'm not some wish-granting clown."
Floating in his crimson Scale Mail, Issei Hyoudou winced. "Geez, you don't have to say it like that. I'm being serious."
Inside his mind, the voice of Ddraig, the Red Dragon Emperor, gave a long-suffering sigh.
{Why do I get the feeling this is going to end with you getting vaporized?}
'Come on, Ddraig. I just want to talk to him, dragon to dragon.'
{You are neither on his level nor capable of coherent dragon logic.}
Issei waved off the sarcasm and squared his shoulders. After the Peace Summit, after making peace with the Norse, Heaven, and the Underworld, after finally kissing Rias properly and surviving everything from Loki to that cursed spear, he should've been content.
But ambition never truly rested.
"Look, I get it. You're annoyed," Issei said, addressing Great Red with as much respect as he could muster. "But I didn't come here just to yell. I came because I've got a goal. A real one."
The dragon's massive eye blinked once slowly.
"And you thought it wise to disturb me for that?"
Issei clenched his fist, eyes fierce now. "I want to keep growing. I want to protect the people I care about, and yeah, I still want to be the Harem King someday. Not just for the oppai. Well, mostly but not only. I want the strength to keep up with everyone I love. Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Asia… all of them."
{Huh. That might be the most self-aware thing you've ever said.}
Great Red exhaled, the exhale tore through the Gap like a typhoon over still ocean waves.
"So, your grand idea is to come grovel at my feet and beg me to help you chase women."
"Not beg," Issei replied firmly. "Ask."
A pause. The dragon's brow twitched.
"You are either stupid, brave, or both."
"Probably both," Issei said with a shrug. "But hey, I made it this far."
Great Red studied him. For the first time in a long while, something stirred behind the endless glow of his eyes. Curiosity? Amusement? Or just cosmic irritation?
"Very well," he said at last.
Issei blinked. "Wait… really?"
The dragon's massive lips curled into something like a smirk.
"If you want to chase a dream so badly, then let me test your resolve. Let's send you somewhere... fitting."
The air trembled. Power gathered. Colors bled into each other, and Issei suddenly felt his body being pulled apart by an unseen force.
"Wait, hold on! I didn't mean it like…!"
{You just had to poke the cosmic bear, didn't you?}
"Ddraig, do something!"
{Too late. I already packed a mental suitcase. Bon voyage, partner.}
Great Red opened his jaws, and the Dimensional Gap screamed as reality split.
Issei barely had time to curse before the light consumed him completely.
In an Unknown Dimension
The surface of the hot spring shimmered under moonlight, mist curling like incense for forgotten gods. Lanterns burned low along the stone perimeter, casting muted gold across the steam. The air was still. The heat pulsed in slow waves.
Kagefusa sat at the center of it all, waist-deep in the water, her back straight, shoulders locked, the curve of her neck unbent. Her arms moved in smooth rhythm over her bare chest, gliding with the grace of remembered forms.
Where once pride had rested, nothing remained. Her breasts were gone.
They had been large and heavy, the kind of breasts that commanded attention even in silence. Full, teardrop-shaped, and perfectly symmetrical, they curved outward with a natural weight that swayed with her movements. Her nipples had been broad and dark, responsive to pressure and warmth, often stiff beneath her robes.
She had trained them through years of focused massage, chi stimulation, and internal breathwork. Each motion, each technique from the scrolls, had amplified their presence, not just physically, but spiritually. Her breasts had symbolized lineage, strength, and authority.
Where once fullness had marked her power, there remained only pale skin stretched tight over trained muscle. The gentle concavity between her collarbones met nothing. No curve. No weight. Just the memory of flesh that had defined her, and the absence where that identity had been cut away.
Her hands moved regardless.
She swept her palms slowly across the bare plane of her chest, each motion deliberate, anchored in muscle memory. Her thumbs paused just beneath her nipples, so small now, pale and firm beneath the breath of cool night air. They responded to touch not with pleasure, but precision. She circled each one with practiced pressure, tracing patterns once inscribed by the scroll's teachings.
Still, her breath caught.
"Hhh… nnh…"
A faint sound escaped her throat, a trembling moan too soft to echo. Her lips parted, and again, as her thumbs circled, another breath shivered loose. It wasn't lust. It was a memory. Her body recalled sensations her flesh no longer offered.
She inhaled through her nose.
Exhaled slowly.
Her fingertips trailed lower, flattening over her sternum, then gliding along the subtle swell of her ribs. The hollow beneath her breastbone trembled faintly. Her skin flushed, but her expression remained unchanged. She traced the channel of inner power as the scroll had once described. Press, lift, center, breathe.
The scroll was gone. Taken by Chifusa. So were her breasts.
But as a high-ranking member of the clan, Kagefusa had memorized every line.
Her palms came to rest over the bare plane of her chest once more. She rubbed slow circles over the space where weight once pulled against her skin. Her nipples peaked, sensitive and stubborn. Her mouth opened again as a soft, breathy sound escaped, involuntarily.
"Nn... ahh..."
The sound barely rose above the ripple of the water.
Behind her, two attendants knelt in silence.
One held a folded towel across both palms. The other, a warm cloth and a bottle of unused oil. They said nothing.
They had heard her both times. But they would dare not speak about it.
A red fracture snapped open above the hot spring.
A scarlet slash of dimensional energy tore across the night, crackling like lightning through silk. Heat surged. The lantern flames tilted sideways. Steam howled, coiling into a cyclone as the sky ripped open directly above the spring.
The younger attendant screamed. "Lady Kagefusa!"
Something fell through the rift.
A naked body, twisting and tumbling, crashed into the spring with a deafening splash. Water erupted in a geyser of mist and white foam. The towel vanished into the trees. Both attendants screamed again.
Kagefusa did not move. She blinked once, calm and silent.
Across the spring, arms flailing, limbs kicking wildly through the mist, a young man surfaced. "Hot! That's hot! My skin's burning!"
His entire body was slick with steam, muscles twitching from the shock. He tried to stand, slipped, and fell back into the spring with another loud splash. His cock bobbed above the surface before he flinched and sank lower into the water.
This was not my fault, Issei's thoughts screamed. Great Red just dumped me here. Wherever here is.
His vision cleared. And then he saw her.
Kagefusa had turned slightly toward him. The water clung to her abdomen, revealing the smooth rise of her hips, the taut lines of her stomach, and the clean slope of her chest.
Her face showed no embarrassment, only anger.
The air shimmered faintly around her. Steam curled between them like a veil.
Issei's mouth hung open. He should have looked away. His eyes stayed locked, his breath shallow, his cock throbbing with guilt and soft heat from the hot spring. Then he panicked.
"I swear I wasn't trying to spy. One second I was talking to him… the next I'm naked and falling out of the sky."
He slipped again. His feet slid under him, and he crashed backward onto the stone with a splash, ass-first.
"You are naked," Kagefusa said.
"I know! I didn't mean to! I swear!"
"You fell into my bath. You disrupted my training. And you stared at what wasn't yours."
"I know! I didn't mean to barge in like this!"
"But you looked." She began walking toward him.
Each step stirred the water in slow ripples. Her long legs moved with graceful precision. The surface broke around her thighs. Her hips rolled in quiet power. She passed the towel floating nearby without so much as a glance.
She made no effort to cover herself. Mist clung to her bare skin. Her chest was smooth, nipples stiff from the air. Between her parted thighs, her pussy was fully visible, shaved, wet, and shamelessly exposed.
Issei's hands moved to cover himself. Too late.
He looked up, frozen, every muscle locked between panic and awe. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm Issei Hyoudou. This wasn't on purpose. One second, I was talking, and the next…I'm here. And definitely not supposed to be naked."
She stopped in front of him.
Her thighs touched the water just before his knees. His face went crimson. His now erect cock strained beneath his hands, painfully obvious beneath the surface.
She looked down at him. Issei's breath hitched. He dared not speak. Her gaze pinned him in place.
Then her fingers rose to her chest. Slowly, she circled the skin with her thumbs, pressing just beneath her nipples.
Issei froze. Her stare didn't waver. His breath caught in his throat.
"I was in the middle of something."
"I… I'll leave if I can. I just... where am I, exactly?"
Her gaze narrowed slightly.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her tone remained level, but final. "Where did you come from?"
He swallowed hard. "Issei Hyoudou," he said. "I didn't mean to land here. I was with Red Dragon God... in the Dimensional Gap. One second, I was talking to him, the next second, he sent me here."
"A god sent you here," she said. "That's the best lie I've heard in years."
Her smirk deepened, though no warmth touched her face. "And what, exactly, did this dragon god want in return for tossing a naked boy into my clan's hot spring?"
"Because I asked him for power," Issei admitted, hands still covering his groin awkwardly. "To become stronger. I want to protect the people I love. And I want to become Harem King."
Something twitched in her face. Not a smile, not a laugh. Just a quiet, sharp flicker of disbelief at the corner of her mouth.
"A harem," she said. The word left her lips like poison. "You fall out of the sky like trash, land cock-first into my spring, and talk to me about harems?"
His face burned.
"Yes," he said, shame climbing up his spine. "Someday."
She stepped forward.
The steam shifted around her thighs as she moved, water licking up the sharp lines of her hips. Her sex was exposed and glistening, bare beneath the moonlight. She didn't cover herself. She didn't flinch. She was utterly unashamed.
"Tell me," she said, her voice low and even, "how many women have you actually fucked?"
"None," he admitted. "But I've kissed Rias. Just once."
Her head tilted slightly. "Rias?" she asked. "Another fantasy?"
"No. She's real. My club president. My Buchou."
The title meant nothing to her, but his tone gave her pause.
"A woman you serve," she said, half to herself. "And what does this Rias look like?"
Issei hesitated. Then his eyes softened.
"She's beautiful. Long crimson hair, confident, strong, and kind. And her breasts…"
"They're insane. Big and soft in a way that doesn't feel real sometimes. They bounce when she walks, slow and heavy. I've touched them… skin to skin. They filled my hands. Warm, smooth, perfect. Like they were made to be held."
"They smell like her. That strawberry shampoo she always uses. Her skin, her sweat after training. It sticks in your head. It's… addictive."
He drifted off, dazed.
Kagefusa said nothing.
Her face remained still, but her body betrayed her. Her spine lengthened. Her shoulders locked into place. The muscles in her abdomen flexed slightly as if resisting motion. The spring's heat no longer masked the shift in her posture.
Her fingers tensed, just once, then curled loosely again. Her breasts were gone, but his eyes had lingered. And he had spoken of another with reverence that bordered on worship.
Her gaze sharpened, not enough to burn, but enough to cut.
When she spoke, her voice was low and clipped.
"You dream of becoming a harem king. You idolize a woman you have not fucked and still serve. And you praise her tits while staring at the chest of another."
Issei froze. Then flushed again. His cock twitched slightly beneath the water, helpless under her words and the silence that followed.
Without a word, she raised one foot from the spring. Droplets streamed down her ankle, glinting silver. Her toes hovered above his chest for only a second before she pressed her sole to his skin and pushed.
Issei slid backward through the water until his shoulders touched the edge of the stone pool.
He stopped, staring up at her, still covering himself.
"Let's test the strength of your ambition," she said.
He couldn't respond. Her foot remained on his chest, heel grounded over his sternum, toes pressing just beneath his collarbone. Her stance was balanced, unmoving.
His cock, half-submerged, twitched against the heated water.
Then her other leg moved. She lifted it from the spring with quiet grace. Droplets ran down her calf and off her toes. A fine stream trailed along her inner thigh and clung to the bare lips of her shaved pussy, trembling there before dripping down in slow, clear threads, like dew falling from the edge of a petal.
She bent her knee slightly and lowered her foot between his legs.
Issei went still. Her heel dipped under his sack, brushing the base of his cock. Her arch rose slowly, dragging upward. The skin-to-skin contact made him shiver.
She said nothing.
Her foot slid forward until the sole pressed directly against the length of his cock. She paused there, applying just enough pressure to feel it pulse against her skin.
It was already hard.
From the far side of the spring, wet footsteps echoed softly on stone.
The two attendants had returned.
One held the folded towel with practiced care. The other carried the warm cloth and sealed oil bottle in steady hands. Their approach was silent, but their eyes were alert, drawn by the earlier splash and the sharp displacement of steam. They paused at the edge of the spring.
What they saw rooted them in place.
Their mistress stood poised in the water, her posture regal and unshaken. One foot pressed against the intruder's chest. Her other leg was raised, the sole of her foot grinding in slow, measured rhythm against his visibly erect cock beneath the surface. His body trembled. His hands gripped the edge behind him. His breath hitched with every pulse of her heel.
Neither attendant spoke. The older one's gaze moved from the boy to her mistress, then back again. The younger woman's lips parted, unsure whether to speak or flee. Steam curled thickly between them, carrying the scent of heat, salt, and oil.
Kagefusa did not move. She remained still, gaze fixed on the boy's flushed face, her composure untouched.
Then, without breaking the silence, both attendants bowed low.
"Forgive us, Lady Kagefusa," the elder said calmly.
"We heard a disturbance," the younger added, voice softer.
Neither lingered. They rose, turned, and slipped back into the mist, their presence dissolving without another word.
Only when they were gone did Kagefusa lower her gaze.
Her foot pressed with greater intent now, heel rolling slowly along the thick underside of his cock. His shaft twitched. The water shifted around them in quiet response.
A low moan escaped his throat before he could bite it back.
Still, she said nothing.
Her eyes studied his face with cold clarity. She watched him try to hold her gaze, try to honor the dignity she refused to yield. But his eyes kept dropping. Her pussy was bare, wet, and glistening just above the waterline.
He failed again.
Her lips curved slightly.
"You can't even look me in the eye," she said.
Then she continued to stroke him with her foot, the motion slow and deliberate. The slick pressure glided along his shaft, teasing but never generous. His breath caught, chest trembling.
And she hadn't even touched him with her hands.
She said nothing. Her eyes stayed locked to his, quiet and unsparing. The only sound was the whisper of water lapping against their bodies.
"Look at me," she said at last. Her voice cut through the steam like a blade.
He tried.
"Not at my pussy. At me." She tilted her head, watching his eyes drift again. "But you can't, can you?"
Issei's breath hitched, shame blooming in his chest.
Her foot began to move. A slow stroke down his cock, then back up. Her toes flexed slightly, curling, then adjusting her grip. Each motion sent heat spiraling through his abdomen. The water pulsed around them in rhythm.
"You tremble like a virgin," she said. There was no mockery. No lust. Just a fact. "And yet you dream of owning women. Of building a harem. Do you even understand what one is? Why does it exist?"
He moaned, barely audible. His hips jerked upward, the contact overwhelming.
Her pussy remained bare and exposed, framed by the smooth line of her thighs. Steam clung to her skin. Her dominance remained untouched by the wet heat. She offered no softness. No smile. Just the sight of her cunt, glistening just above the surface.
She offered no mercy.
Her foot curled tighter around his cock. Then she began to pump him in earnest. A smooth, controlled rhythm. Her grip shifted with precision, tightening and loosening, dragging her arch over the most sensitive flesh.
He groaned aloud. His hands clawed at the stone behind him. His thighs tensed. His cock pulsed against her sole.
She watched it all. There was no overt hunger in her expression, only calm scrutiny. But her thighs had tensed. Her breath moved slightly faster, and a faint warmth pulsed between her legs. Whatever she felt, she refused to let it rise to her face.
"You will not cum," she said, voice low, her other foot pressing harder into his chest.
Issei bit his lip. His eyes fluttered. The pressure in his balls throbbed with painful urgency.
Then she moved again.
Her hips swayed as she leaned forward, pussy lowering toward his face. Inches separated him from the soft heat between her thighs. The scent reached him, faint and humid, primal and unmistakable. He swallowed hard.
Still, she gave him nothing.
"You want it, don't you?"
He nodded, desperate. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you. I want to prove I'm worthy. Let me... let me show you."
A pause.
Then her voice dropped lower, smooth and cold.
"Lick it."
Issei froze. His breath caught in his throat.
She didn't move closer. Her pussy hovered just above his mouth, glistening with wetness. The folds parted slightly, inviting yet utterly unyielding. The steam clung to her thighs and shimmered around her bare skin.
"I said lick," she repeated. "You begged. So prove it."
His lips parted. He leaned forward, trembling. The scent of her heat grew stronger. His tongue reached out, hesitant, ready to taste her.
Her toes loosened. Her foot slipped away from his cock. The pressure vanished. She straightened, rising with absolute composure. Her expression never changed.
"Pathetic," she said.
The spring fell silent.
Issei's cock twitched helplessly in the water, aching and wet. His breath came in shallow gasps. He stared up at her, wrecked by the denial. She stared down at him, completely untouched by his desperation.
Then she shifted. A slight turn of her hips. She weighed whether to punish him further or let him drown in the heat of his own failure.
Issei was panting, chest rising in shallow bursts. His arms trembled with restraint. His cock stood rigid beneath the water, flushed and throbbing, fully exposed beneath her gaze.
Kagefusa said nothing at first. Then she exhaled slowly, a sound devoid of interest or sympathy.
"Is that all you've got?" she muttered.
She stepped forward and lifted one foot, placing it on his chest with slow, undeniable pressure. Her heel pressed down near his sternum, toes resting just beneath his collarbone.
"You want a harem?" Her eyes narrowed. "You think you're fit to be a king of women? You can't even keep your cock from twitching at the sight of a woman with no tits."
She stepped over him and lowered herself into his lap. Her knees found purchase on the stone pool edge, bracing her body on either side of his hips. She shifted her weight forward, pressing her pussy against the length of his cock, ignoring the water between them as if it didn't exist. Heat met heat. The slick folds of her cunt slid along his shaft in slow, measured friction, intimate and merciless.
Then she pulled back just enough to deny him again. Her pussy hovered just above the flushed head of his cock, dripping arousal onto him in slow, silken strands that clung between their skin. She never let him in.
"You can't even make me feel aroused," she said. Her tone stayed flat, dispassionate. "And you think you deserve a woman? A real woman needs a man who can satisfy her."
Her voice remained cold, but her body moved with deliberate cruelty. She began to grind her slit along the length of his cock again, dragging her soaked lips across his shaft. Her folds parted slightly with each stroke, gliding slowly, hot and wet, surrounding him without ever taking him in.
He bit down on a groan. His head tipped back. His jaw clenched hard.
She leaned forward slightly, hips moving with controlled rhythm, making sure he felt every teasing stroke of her pussy along his cock. The heat, the pressure, the slick friction built with each pass, pushing him closer to breaking.
"You're just a boy," she said quietly. "You want to own women but can't even handle one. The only reason someone would spread their legs for you is out of pity."
Issei's hands clenched against the stone. His legs twitched beneath her. His breath turned ragged, unsteady.
He didn't mean to move. But the tension broke.
His hips jerked upward, sharp and involuntary. The swollen head of his cock brushed against her soaked entrance.
Kagefusa twitched.
Her eyes flew wide. She froze, lips parted, breath caught in her throat.
He had entered her. Just the tip.
She stared down at him, not in rage, but in stunned disbelief. Her mind reeled, but her body reacted faster.
Without a word, she grabbed his shoulders. Her fingers tightened, and then she slammed her hips down.
Her pussy swallowed his cock in a single, brutal thrust. Every inch. Her cunt stretched around him with aching force.
She gasped.
The sound tore from her throat as her walls clamped down around him. Her thighs quivered against his sides. Her breath came short, sharp, needy.
"You... you're big..." she panted, voice breaking.
She had never taken a man before. Not once. Her body had known feminine touch, friction, even reverence by her underlings, but never this. Never the full, slow stretch of a cock forcing its way inside her.
The moment it happened, everything shifted.
She had told herself he couldn't arouse her. That the heat between her legs meant nothing. But her body had been waiting, and the moment he entered, it betrayed her.
She should have pushed him off. Should have barked a command or struck him down. But instead, her legs opened wider.
The pressure spread her further. The swollen head of his cock dragged across her untouched walls, stealing breath and stealing thought. Her muscles locked around him, clinging, trembling.
She came. It was sudden and violent, a climax that tore through her before she could stop it.
Her cunt pulsed around him, wetness spilling down his shaft. Her back arched. Her head dropped forward, mouth slack, a groan spilling loose. It was raw and shattered her dominance over him. Her entire body seized in wave after wave of release.
Her thighs trembled. Her chest rose and fell, breath uneven, nipples stiffened from the lingering shock.
The flat plane of her chest began to change.
It started as a warmth, a bloom of sensation under her skin. With each breath, her breasts swelled slightly, gaining weight and shape. The curve of flesh pushed outward, soft and undeniable. Her body was reshaping itself around the cock still buried deep inside her.
She gasped, eyes dropping to her chest. She had not willed this.
Her hands hovered near her sternum, watching the slow return of what had been taken. Her nipples stood stiff, flushed from orgasm and steam. Her skin tingled beneath the rising fullness.
"What is this…?" she whispered, voice strained with awe and reluctant wonder. "This shouldn't be possible."
Issei watched too, stunned. He had not even realized he had lost his virginity. But the moment her body started to respond, everything in him froze.
Her cunt still gripped him, pulsing in slow, rhythmic waves. Her breath trembled with each contraction, as if the orgasm refused to leave her.
He could not look away from her breasts.
They continued to rise with each breath. Small at first, then filling out, round and slick with springwater. Her areolae darkened slightly. Her nipples flushed deeper, glinting in the moonlight.
He moved without thought. He placed his hand over her heart. His palm slid to the curve of her left breast. His thumb brushed gently across the peak.
"Boost," he whispered.
A quiet explosion passed through him, power arcing down his arm into her skin.
{You continue to disgrace this sacred gear, and yet... you always surprise me.} Ddraig's voice rang in his skull, caught between disbelief and morbid fascination. {I should start charging rent for how often you use Boost for your perversions.}
Kagefusa gasped.
Her chest swelled under his hand. Flesh bloomed, pushing against his palm, then spilling beyond it. Her skin stretched delicately, the weight growing fuller by the second. He felt her warmth change. Felt the life surge into her, carried on instinct and reverence.
Her breath hitched again, and this time she looked down at him with confusion sharpened by happiness and awe.
"They are coming… back," she murmured.
He moaned aloud.
The other breast followed. He moved his hands without thinking, cupping both. They grew round and heavy, perfect in his grip. Water lapped at the sides of her breasts as they settled into full shape, floating for a moment before sinking back beneath their own weight.
They were bigger than Chifusa's.
Kagefusa looked down slowly, breath trembling. Her hands rose, hesitant, and settled over the soft new weight at her chest. Her fingers sank into the restored curve of flesh. She exhaled slowly and shook.
"They're real," she said quietly. "This isn't an illusion... this are back."
Then she looked at him.
"How… you are not Manyuu," she said, voice low, almost reverent.
"I just touched them," he said. "I didn't think. I just… love them. They deserve to be this way. It felt wrong to see them anything less. The world makes sense when I hold oppai."
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came.
Then he moved. His hands caught her waist and flipped her with sudden, fluid strength.
She landed on her back, half out of the water, spread across the smooth edge of the stone pool. Her soaked hair clung to her shoulders. Her arms splayed wide, momentarily stunned by the shift.
Her legs opened instinctively.
The cool night air kissed her flushed skin. Moonlight glinted off her breasts, now full and glistening with steam. They rose and fell with each breath, the weight of them new and undeniable.
Her eyes widened. Not with fear but awe.
"How…" she whispered.
She didn't finish the thought and didn't tell him to stop either.
He drove into her in one long, hard thrust.
Her cry echoed sharp and raw into the steam. Her thighs locked around him, slick and pulsing with need. Her arms scrambled backward, fingers searching for a grip along the edge. His cock plunged deeper, thick and unyielding, stretching her anew with each thrust.
Her breasts bounced beneath him, wet and restored, droplets splashing from every impact.
He watched them move. Watched the way her mouth dropped open with every push. Watched her eyes flutter beneath half-lidded disbelief.
"You're… insane," she gasped.
He leaned forward, his chest brushing hers.
His pace turned brutal.
The sound of skin on skin filled the night. His balls slapped against her soaked flesh. Her pussy gripped him tightly, milking each motion. The edge of the pool echoed with their breath and wet collision. Her moans became sharp, broken pieces of voice that slipped from her throat uncontrollably.
Then she broke.
Her climax hit like a wave breaking on rock. Her cunt clenched hard, pulsing with a violent rhythm. Her whole body seized beneath him as she came, raw and convulsing, arching from stone and steam.
He followed instantly.
His cock throbbed deep inside her. His hips locked, release flooding into her in thick, heavy surges.
She screamed through her teeth.
They lay tangled against the stone.
Her breasts rose with each shallow breath, flushed and glistening, her nipples still hard from the intensity of it. Her legs twitched slightly, wrapped loosely around his hips. His cock, now softening, remained inside her, warmth pooling deep within.
Neither of them moved.
Steam curled around their bodies, veiling the trembling aftermath in soft mist. The only sounds were the lap of water and the slow drag of breath between parted lips.
Then her hand rose.
It struck him across the face.
The slap rang out sharp and sudden, cutting the silence clean.
Issei flinched, but he didn't retreat. His eyes met hers again.
Her fingers twisted into his hair. She yanked him forward, dragging his face to hers until his mouth hovered above hers, barely a breath apart.
Her voice, when it came, was breathless but cold.
"You're not done until I say."
Her grip held fast.
Issei breathed against her skin, chest rising in shallow bursts. His lips brushed her collarbone. His eyes stayed fixed on her breasts, wide with reverence. His body trembled, not just from exhaustion, but from something deeper.
He whispered, "They're... perfect."
Kagefusa said nothing.
Water rippled as she rose from his lap. Her movement held no softness. Her breasts swayed with restored weight, full and heavy, catching the low light in the steam. They were hers again. Claimed, not stolen. Returned by force and magic.
She looked down at him, eyes unreadable.
"You really do worship them," she said flatly.
"I couldn't stop looking," he breathed. "I didn't mean to... but I couldn't."
Her gaze narrowed, but she didn't speak.
Instead, she knelt in front of him.
The water lapped at her ribs as she lowered herself between his legs. Her hair clung to her shoulders. Her skin glistened. Beads of water rolled off her chest and down the curve of her breasts.
He groaned, low in his throat.
Her hand gripped his cock without warning.
It twitched in her palm, still slick from her cunt, still hard, still throbbing.
"Still not done?" she murmured, watching his reaction.
Issei gave a shaky laugh. "Not if you keep touching me like that."
She said nothing of thanks. Only leaned forward, her breasts heavy and flushed, and pressed them around his shaft.
He gasped. "Fuck..."
Her breasts swallowed his cock completely, their weight and warmth making him groan aloud, dizzy from the sheer softness pressing in on every side.
The weight of them pressed against his length. Her skin molded to him. The tip peeked out from between her cleavage, flushed and leaking again.
Then she began to move.
Slow strokes. Intentional. Her hands lifted and pressed her breasts together with quiet control. The rhythm was steady. Her nipples rubbed against his thighs. Her breath slowed. Her eyes locked with his and didn't blink.
He moaned, louder now. "I can't... I can't take that…"
"Then don't," she said coolly. "Just feel it."
Her tongue flicked out and licked the head. Once, then again. A slow circle. The heat of her breath made him shiver.
"Shit," he hissed.
She opened her mouth and took him in.
The warmth swallowed him.
Her lips glided over the tip, tongue curling beneath the ridge. Her head bobbed in time with the slide of her breasts. Her tits gripped the base while her mouth sucked with ruthless rhythm.
Issei's fingers dug into the stone. His thighs tensed.
"Kagefusa... you're... too good," he groaned.
She didn't answer. Just pulled deeper.
His body jerked.
He tried to warn her. "I'm close…"
But his hands moved faster than his voice.
He grabbed her head.
She blinked.
Then he pushed.
Her mouth slid farther down his shaft. Her throat tightened as the head pressed past the back of her tongue. She gagged once, adjusted, and kept going. Her nose brushed his skin.
He grunted. "God... your mouth..."
His hips began to move. He thrust slowly at first, then harder, using her mouth. Her breasts stayed pressed tight around the base, cushioning the thrust. Wet sounds filled the spring.
She moaned softly, her throat vibrating around him.
Her hands pressed into his thighs, not to stop him.
He growled, deep and guttural. "Kagefusa, I'm…"
He came.
Thick, hot spurts poured into her throat.
She swallowed instinctively, her muscles clenching around him. Each pulse filled her. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her lips stayed sealed as he held her there, buried deep.
His cock twitched against her tongue.
Only when the final shudder passed did he release her.
She pulled back, coughing once. Then she licked her lips and met his gaze.
Her voice came flat and final.
"It's even."
He blinked, dazed.
"You gave them back," she said. Her fingers traced the underside of her breast. "So you earned it."
Her lips glistened. Her eyes never left his.
"You'll stay," she said. "Until you know how to use this cock properly."
He swallowed, breath caught.
"I'll teach you how to make a harem," she added. "But in return, you'll do something for me."
She leaned in, her breath brushing his cheek.
"Someone reduced my breasts to nothing. Took what made me who I am."
Her fingers slid up, cupping the newly restored weight of her chest.
"I want revenge. You'll help me… won't you?"
She leaned forward fully, pressing her warm, full breasts against him. The heat between them lingered, heavy with promise.
Issei stared into her eyes, lips parted, still panting.
"I will," he said quietly. "For you and your oppai."
She smiled, slow and sharp.