二人の巨乳が互いの乳房に直接授乳させ合って育てる話-EN #1

In a corner of Shinjuku, Tokyo, there's a pub boasting a somewhat cult-like following. It was a place truly befitting Japan's premier entertainment district, its defining feature being that all the staff (waitresses) possessed large breasts. After all, the “smallest” bust size in the shop was an E cup, hinting at the establishment's thorough commitment. The uniforms were meticulously crafted masterpieces: three-dimensional blouses and short flared skirts designed to showcase the waitresses' beautiful figures and enhance their appeal. Several blouse styles existed: some featured deep necklines accentuating cleavage, while others deliberately concealed it, using ties to emphasize curves. The waitresses chose uniforms that most effectively highlighted their figures, or even changed based on their mood, ensuring customers never grew bored. Since it wasn't a club, there was no system for requesting specific waitresses. Instead, customers supported their favorite waitresses through exit surveys, which directly influenced the internal hierarchy. The waitress enjoying the top popularity at this establishment was TSUJIHARA, Asuna. She had been employed for two years. Her bright smile and sharp comebacks when teased by customers were popular. Her bust was, of course, top-tier J-cup. Her tall stature, long legs, and long straight black hair successfully shifted her reputation from just cute to also cool. Closing in rapidly on her popularity was Klara Zweig, a German hired just seven months prior. She too had a bright, endearing smile. She loved Japan and was fluent in Japanese. She had a habit of delivering subtle, deadpan jokes with a straight face, which also contributed to her popularity. Of course, she also had large breasts, a J-cup rivaling Asuna's. No, it wasn't just her bust; her height and weight were identical too. Her hair was a straight, long orange-tinged blonde, matching Asuna's length. People often remarked they looked like a pair, and they got along well, enjoying their work together. However, given the nature of the shop, the vulgar question “Which one has bigger breasts?” inevitably arose, and customers enjoyed asking it. Once it got to this point, even if the women themselves didn't care, their colleagues and customers became intensely curious. To make matters worse, people started irresponsibly commenting, “Asuna's seem bigger,” or “No, no, they can't compare to Klara's.” Pressured by the atmosphere around them, one day the two ended up showing which of their breasts was larger right in front of a customer. Asuna: “Well, this is the kind of place we work at. I guess it can't be helped...” Klara: “On the flip side, if you weren't into boobs, you wouldn't come to a place like this anyway.” Ignoring their resignation, the customers and staff eagerly awaiting that moment were getting quite excited. If it were just about size, there were staff members with larger breasts. But the significance lay in the fact that the two most popular girls were engaging in this breast contest. They had agreed beforehand to wear matching blouses. The kind with a deep V-neck. They figured it wouldn't be fair unless they wore the same thing, and in that regard, they were sincere. Then, facing each other, they clasped hands. This feels weird. Thinking that, they slowly drew their bodies closer, then pressed their chests together. Asuna & Klara: “...Hmph” The dense flesh of their breasts, packed tightly within their uniforms, pressed against each other. Asuna and Klara, who had never consciously savored such a sensation before, first felt a strange sense of understanding at the weight of each other's breasts. “Well, my own breasts are heavy, so naturally, the other person's equally large breasts would be heavy too.” And then, they experienced the rare sensation of their own breasts being pressed in. After all, there had never been a woman who could match this substantial weight of breast flesh. The experience of pressing equally large breasts against each other sparked a peculiar sense of rivalry within them. Both Asuna and Klara felt an unconscious urge to push down the other's flesh, leading them to feign shifting and launch attacks on each other's breasts. Asuna: “Mmm...” Klara: “This... hmm, about the same size, maybe?” Their breast-pushing match showed no sign of ending. For now, it was decided they were roughly equal in breast size. The bar filled with a strange fervor, showering them with baffling praise like “Nice fight!” Though they both thought it was kinda weird, as beer orders came in at an abnormal pace, both Asuna and Klara accepted it, thinking, “Well, if they're happy, that's fine.” However, at this moment, a small, black, thorn-like feeling sprouted within both their chests. Which one is really bigger? They were seniors and juniors, but also comrades, friends, and colleagues. There was absolutely no need to decide superiority or inferiority. Yet, working together in a place like this inevitably sparked an emotion that was part curiosity, part exploration, part rivalry. After closing, alone in the locker room, they faced each other with that simple question. Asuna: “Hey, which one do you think is bigger?” Klara: “What, boobs? Hmm, let's see...” Asuna: “I think they're pretty much the same size.” Klara: “Yeah, I guess. They felt about the same earlier. Huh? Are you interested?” Klara held her breasts up from below, showing them off to Asuna. It was a teasing question, heavily tinged with playfulness. Maybe it was a provocation. Asuna stared at Klara's chest and face for a moment, then held her own breasts up from below, just like Klara. Asuna: “Well... yeah, I'm interested.” Her voice sounded somewhat stiff. But it was her true feeling. Asuna: “Ah, but! It's not about who's bigger or anything like that. It's just... simple curiosity, like, which one of us is bigger?” Klara: “I get it. You don't actually want to decide who's bigger, right? Actually, I feel the same. Hehe.” Klara's shy smile held no trace of sarcasm. The two of them finished undressing, removing all their uniforms, and faced each other once more. Before their eyes were their own breasts and each other's, encased in bras. Both were J-cups, and their size meant their field of vision was dominated by flesh. The peak of her own light purple bra touched the peak of Klara's orange bra. From that almost too gentle contact, the distance between them gradually closed. Their breasts seemed to push against each other, trying to squeeze into any gap to claim territory, but with bras on, the only way the flesh could escape was upward. When the overflowing flesh directly touched, the warmth and smoothness of skin sent a shiver of pleasure through her. They pushed their chests against each other forcefully in that state, but ultimately it only compressed each other's breasts and lungs; neither managed to overpower the other. Asuna and Klara began slowly swaying their chests side to side, trying to push each other down even slightly. Since pushing head-on wasn't working, they thought maybe twisting and pressing might break the deadlock. When Asuna twisted in from the right, Klara's breasts caught it; then when Klara twisted in from the opposite side, Asuna parried it. Their large breasts, encased in bras, tried to surround each other, moving right and left, or attacking from the side, but each countered the other, neither gaining the upper hand. Viewed from above, it looked like two armies desperately engaged in a maneuvering battle, each trying to overpower the other. Both sides displayed superb offense and defense, and neither Asuna's large breasts nor Clara's large breasts could deliver the decisive blow. Klara: “This is getting tedious.” Klara took a step back and removed her own bra. Her pure white breasts, freed from the orange bra, possessed an overwhelming presence unlike anything before. Though heavy and substantial, they didn't droop sloppily; instead, they thrust forward aggressively toward Asuna. Faced with this, Asuna had no choice but to remove her bra too. With a hint of embarrassment, she removed her light purple bra, and Asuna's breasts too thrust themselves aggressively toward Klara. Asuna: “This way, the size difference is clearer, right?” Klara: “Ah, yeah. Yeah, you can tell the size difference.” Klara seemed to have almost forgotten this was supposed to be a size comparison, but Asuna felt it would be rude to point it out. Instead, she took Klara's hand again, letting it naturally slide around Klara's waist. Klara's hand also wrapped around Asuna's waist. Now naked except for their panties, the two embraced, gazing intently at each other. A strange feeling was creeping over her. She wasn't the type to see someone of the same sex as a romantic interest. Yet, being almost naked and holding each other like this now, she felt an abnormal level of excitement and was enveloped in an abnormal sense of happiness. It was a peculiar sensation. But it was definitely not unpleasant. Feeling this confusion, Asuna pressed her breasts against Klara's. She felt the weight of the breast tissue more than before. They were still firm, pressing down on her own breasts or trying to push them sideways. She gently adjusted them with her arms, preventing the flesh from shifting sideways. Klara seemed to be doing the same, their concentrated breast flesh squishing and jostling together in the center. Asuna: “It feels... so good...” Klara: “It's a little tight... but this feels good, mmm...” At that moment, both of them had forgotten the question of “whose breasts were larger.” Far more than any evaporated doubts, they felt supreme pleasure pressing and rubbing their large breasts together. Could embracing another woman feel this good? Before long, Asuna's body began shifting slightly, moving up, down, left, and right. She wasn't trying to escape this embrace. Rather, it seemed she was seeking the spot where the pleasure of their skin rubbing together would be maximized. Klara responded to that movement. She didn't hinder Asuna's motion, but adjusted her own rubbing to find the way that felt best for her. Asuna・Klara: “Fuh, ah... kuhn...” Thinking of each other, they pressed their naked bodies together. This is basically sex, right? Asuna's mind delivered a strangely calm retort to herself. But she also thought, so what? She felt happiness right now, and Klara looked like she was enjoying it too. What could possibly get in the way? When both of them, almost simultaneously, let go, their movements grew bolder. They entwined their legs, thigh to thigh. Their lower abdomens pressed together, and their breasts pressed even closer, leaving no space between them. They firmly pressed their fronts together, rocking gently up, down, left, and right. Soon, as their breasts swayed, they began to feel a catching sensation. Their nipples had hardened, thrusting into each other's breast flesh and starting to catch. The sensation of nipples catching on skin, or on the edge of the other's areola, and rubbing against it, was a direct stimulation distinct from the gentle pleasure they'd felt before. Asuna: “My... nipples... mmph... catching...!” Klara: “This feels so good...! Ah!” At this point, their desires converged toward a single action. They wanted to press their nipples together. They wanted to hook their nipples together. Without excuses, they obediently yielded to this brutally honest desire. Adjusting their breast flesh, they pressed their nipples together directly. When the nipples, fully engorged with blood, crunched against each other, the pleasure filled their breasts with overwhelming force. It reached their spines, then shot like lightning through their brains, ravaging their minds before erupting from their crowns toward the sky.