It seemed humans were a race prone to bloated sexual desires.
Was that why Roxanne had been smiling with such a nuanced expression earlier? Was she acknowledging that my desire for multiple sex slaves was simply an unavoidable byproduct of being a human with an ever-expanding libido?
Well, it really couldn’t be helped.
In fact, it was completely inevitable.
I was only human, after all.
To demonstrate just how unavoidable it was, I decided we would all head to the bath immediately after dinner.
"Everyone is going into the bath together. Get undressed and come inside."
I issued the declaration as I stripped off my own clothes. Roxanne was one thing, but if I wanted to head off any objections from Sherry, momentum was key. It was best to just get in and set the pace.
I tossed my clothes aside and entered the bathroom ahead of them. While I would have loved to watch the women undress, being out of the room was the most effective way to stifle any potential protest. Besides, I had the practical excuse of needing to adjust the water temperature.
"Is it truly alright for me to enter? I thought baths were something only royalty and high nobles were permitted to use..."
"It’s fine, Sherry. Let’s go in together."
Roxanne was already handling the persuasion. It looked like things were going to be okay; Sherry would join us.
I set up the lantern and checked the temperature of the tub. It was a little on the hot side, but not enough to require adding cold water. It felt quite good, actually. Having prepared the bath several times now, I felt like my experience was finally paying off.
That said, precise temperature adjustment was tricky. It was usually better to start with the water slightly too hot so that adding a bit of cold water brought it to a perfect equilibrium. Getting it exactly right on the first try was a rare feat. I had some spare hot water in the jar, but trying to raise the temperature once we were already inside was a chore. Cooling it down was much easier. I made a mental note to aim for a higher heat next time.
"Ro... Roxanne-san, they really are huge."
"That isn't true."
"But compared to someone like me..."
I could hear their voices while I tended to the water. What were they doing out there? I felt a twinge of jealousy. Having fun with just the two of them felt like they were cheating.
"Master, excuse me."
Roxanne entered the bathroom. No matter how many times I saw her, she was a marvel. They were massive.
"U-Um. Excuse me."
Sherry followed, her head cast down as she tried to hide her chest with her hands. She had stripped completely. This was a definite perk of the job—no, it was my Owner’s Privilege.
Though she was petite and slender, Sherry had a lovely figure. It wasn't as if she had no chest to speak of; she seemed to have a decent amount of volume for her size. Her soft skin was absolutely dazzling.
"W-Well, shall we wash?"
As much as I enjoyed my Owner’s Privilege, I couldn't just stand there and stare forever. I lathered up the soap and began the body wash. I would start with her.
"Yes."
Or so I thought, but Roxanne moved directly in front of me. As she moved, those massive weights swayed right before my eyes. My gaze gravitated toward them instinctively.
"Ah... Just as I thought."
Sherry lamented quietly. Even so, I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting back to Roxanne’s breasts. My hands reached out of their own accord—it really was unavoidable.
I began spreading the lathered soap over Roxanne’s body. Naturally, I started with the place I wanted to wash most. I worked the soap in gently and thoroughly with both hands, tracing the rich, full curves of her chest.
Roxanne’s breasts really were exceptional. The texture, the elasticity, the way they moved, the sheer weight of them—every single aspect was magnificent. They were perfect, without a single flaw.
"They're the best."
"Thank you very much."
I covered her in suds, leaving only her head, back, and tail for later.
"Next is Sherry."
"Y-Yes."
When she stood before me, Sherry’s small stature was even more apparent. From my height, I couldn't even see her expression. She was slender, tiny, and adorable. I knelt down and began applying the soap. Once again, I took the liberty of starting with the chest. I placed some foam near her collarbone and spread it down with my palms.
"Mmh. Splendid."
This was quite nice in its own way. If Roxanne’s breasts felt like they were overflowing from my palms, Sherry’s felt like they fit perfectly within them. That sensation of a perfect fit was incredibly satisfying. Overflowing was great, but a perfect fit had its own charm. It felt like cupping a small bird or a hamster in my hands.
"U-Um. I'm sorry they're so small."
"They aren't particularly small, you know."
"I didn't think so back in my village, but there were women with large breasts at the trading house too. And those were always the ones who were sold first."
What kind of guys were buying these slaves, anyway? Since I was one of them, I decided to keep my mouth shut.
"It’s fine. I don't see any problem at all."
"Besides, Roxanne-san is so..."
"She’s the wrong person to use as a comparison. These things are all about proportions. Sherry, you’re short and your frame is quite slender, so it’s only natural that you’re smaller than Roxanne. Honestly, I think you’re quite well-endowed for your height."
There was a height difference of twenty or even thirty centimeters between her and Roxanne. It was only natural their sizes would differ. If someone of Sherry’s height had breasts as large as Roxanne’s, it would look freakish. When I said they were small, I was speaking in absolute terms; relative to her height and proportions, she was actually quite well-formed.
"He’s right, Sherry."
"Do you really think so?"
"I do."
"T-Thank you very much."
Having soothed her worries, I proceeded to lather the rest of her body. I could always come back to enjoy her chest again later.
"Now then, Sherry. Let's wash Master."
"Yes. Um, how do we..."
"Like this."
Roxanne pressed herself against my left side. My left arm was immediately sandwiched between her breasts, and the sensation was incredible. I was wedged perfectly into that deep, sharp valley of cleavage. The soft walls of her flesh pressed firmly against my arm.
Then Sherry joined in from the right. While she lacked the sheer impact of the other side, she was incredibly cute. This was almost more than I could take. I let the two of them wash me thoroughly and leisurely. Being washed from both sides simultaneously was truly a wonderful experience.
"Roxanne and I washed our hair yesterday, so I'll do Sherry's today. Sherry, step forward a bit. Roxanne, I'll leave my back to you."
Sherry stood directly in front of me. Because of her height, she was at the perfect position for me to wash her head. Her scalp was right below my line of sight as I reached out. I lathered the soap and applied it to her hair. With so much volume, it required a significant amount of suds.
Roxanne moved behind me. I had asked her to take care of my back, but I hadn't quite anticipated the result. I was now being washed from the front and the back at the same time. I felt a soft, rich fullness pressing into my back. It was frustrating not being able to see exactly what she was doing behind me, but that frustration only added to the thrill.
To distract myself, I reached out as if to embrace Sherry from the front and began scrubbing her hair. Her hair was incredibly fine, like delicate gossamer. There was almost no resistance when I ran my fingers through it. Despite its voluminous appearance, it was as light as cotton.
"This is nice. Your hair is incredibly soft."
"T-Thank you very much."
"It almost doesn't feel like hair at all."
Perhaps it was a Dwarven trait that made it different from human hair. The fine, weightless texture was a delight to touch. Once the lather thinned out, I added more soap and finished the job. After washing her thoroughly, I rinsed the soap off all three of us.
Sherry’s wet black hair flattened against her skin. Seeing her like that made her look like a delicate doll. She was adorable.
We finally entered the bathtub. I have to say, even in the water, Roxanne’s tail remained the greatest treasure. I pulled her close and stroked it, savoring the smooth, irresistible sensation. Still holding Roxanne, I leaned back against the edge of the tub.
"Sherry, you come here too."
"Y-Yes."
Sherry approached hesitantly. She looked a bit bashful as she slowly lay down beside me, trying to keep herself covered. Ignoring her modesty, I reached out and pulled her close as well.
Roxanne on my right, Sherry on my left.
This was it. This was true luxury. This was pure, hedonistic decadence. Two beautiful women, one on each side. Since we were all naked, I was free to touch their skin as much as I pleased. On the right was Roxanne’s massive chest; on the left was Sherry’s slender, lovely frame.
I had truly achieved every man’s dream. If I were Hideyoshi, this would be the Golden Tea Room; if I were Napoleon, this would be my coronation. If I were Hitler, I suppose this would be the wedding... Wait, that happened right before he killed himself. That was a terrible comparison.
After we finished in the bath, I had the two of them dry me off before we headed to the bedroom. Honestly, I had felt a bit too hesitant to initiate anything in the bright light of the bathroom. I left the lights off in the bedroom; while it was a shame not to be able to see them clearly, it couldn't be helped.
"Now, both of you, come here."
"Yes, Master."
"Y-Yes. Um, is it really alright for me to wear something this fine?" Sherry’s soft voice whispered.
It seemed Roxanne had lent her a white camisole to use as a negligee. Roxanne herself was wearing a pink one. I couldn't see them well in the dark, however.
"It's fine."
"Thank you very much."
"Sorry about that, Roxanne."
"No, it’s quite alright. I am the first, after all."
I was relieved that Roxanne wasn't being cold toward Sherry.
"Well then, er... Sherry, there's a rule in this house. You have to greet me with a kiss before we sleep and when we wake up."
I explained the household rule that I already had Roxanne following. I pulled Sherry close to me. She was so petite and slender she felt like she might break. I was at my limit. Time to dig in.
"Ah..."
As I pressed my lips to Sherry’s, Roxanne let out a tiny sound. It was an almost inaudible noise—a soft, low whimper. But it was heavy with a sorrow that felt like a silent scream.
It was the sound of a breaking heart.