Delusional Co-op with Huge Breasts (Modified Version 1)

Fantasy of Co- op with Huge Breasts ( Revised Version) (

First Chapter: No Three - Second Rule ! )

********** ... Life is full of entanglements; relationships and time management alone are enough to give me a headache… Perhaps it's because of the girls' trust in me. However, the responsibilities I bear often weigh me down, making it hard to breathe. Often, I wake up to that same scene again— huge breasts swaying in front of me. And often, they're breasts I've never seen before. This means my responsibilities have increased… Seeing the girls' snickering eyes as I escaped on the bed using a frog-like motion, and not just one, but several, I feel utterly powerless. Damn it, don't talk nonsense! You maids are fucking hopeless… Waaaaah, it's my fault for swearing, but please don't use your weapons on me… Waaaaah, don't take off my pants, don't lick, don't suck, and definitely don't ride on me! Ahhhhh… --Why is it like this again? Don't they know how to write "enough is enough"? I didn't... Since that's the case, it shouldn't be such a luxury, right ? For example , since I've already accepted it, I should just live an ordinary life as it is. However , this humble wish was definitely not heard by those girls. Even if they heard it, they simply pretended not to hear and continued to do things their own way. Is it because I can't refuse? But seeing the girls' eyes, and that strong longing, expectation, and dedication, makes me swallow my words of refusal; I simply can't open my mouth. Okay, even if I wanted to refuse, I would be subjected to some kind of cruel treatment, forced to nod, and then more girls would be crammed in. The number of girls continues to increase. I must be more energized, much more energized. For their expectations… for the goals I pursue… sigh… that's why I feel so content with this leisurely time! Speaking of which… since I've been given this opportunity, I should seize it. Calm down and relax. Otherwise… I'll have to pay the price of the contract again. A pale light shines through the gaps in the leaves; since it's only early spring, the sunlight isn't intense. A slightly cool east wind rolls gently across the edge of the grass, bringing a vibrant, grassy scent unique to the green landscape. The distant sky is a clear, azure blue, with a few gray feathers flapping their wings, soaring freely, adorning the blue canvas. Looking closely at the morning earth, a faintly colored net of light clearly separates me from this world. It's both protection and surveillance. This is a barrier that must be set up for the sake of my work. A gentle, ever-flowing breeze, like feathers, brushed against my body, calming the gradually escalating magical energy. My groggy head felt as if it had been washed clean, regaining its clarity. The loss of control a few days ago was gone, and I was now mostly back to normal. Although it was a momentary lapse in judgment, thankfully I managed to escape unscathed. However, it took a lot of effort and resources afterwards… but the price was worth it; at least for now, I wouldn't attract those even more troublesome creatures. I still remember the disastrous situation that time… especially those winged ones; if they found out, I'd be in big trouble. I opened my hands, sensing the flow of the wind. Being within the barrier, my senses were naturally particularly vivid. I took a deep breath, allowing my mind to return to its origin. Grasping the primal purity, I could integrate myself into and become accustomed to this atmosphere. The breath seeping into my fingers made my soul feel as if it were riding on divine winds, listening to the subtle sounds that resonated throughout the world, a kind of devout sentiment. The effect was very obvious; lying on my back, I instantly felt much more comfortable. Recalling that crimson experience from last time, I could only sigh and let it go. What else could I do? My personality must have been thoroughly understood by someone, which is why they dared to act so recklessly! But why did that girl also frame me? This is unacceptable. "Ugh... umm, inhale..." The same time and space won't repeat itself; no matter how much I regret it afterward, I can't change the outcome. Since that's the case, I'll just have to get through it this time! My right hand, which was in mid-air, clenched into a fist. The sparks that appeared from my fingers obediently gathered into a single flame. Hmm, good, I can't sense anything unusual. Well, it did calm the severely conflicting magic within me; I should indeed be grateful. However, I absolutely don't want to experience that again. Even in war, the energy expenditure wouldn't be that much! Did I gain anything from this exchange? Or did I just dig a hole and jump in? "Hoo!" Looking at the sky, at the strange colors of the barrier that tried to assimilate with the world yet remained distinct, I wondered how much time I had sacrificed for this tranquility.

Countless wanderings in the wilderness, countless battles on the battlefield, countless life-or-death situations…

There’s still some time before the appointed day; it would be a waste not to make the most of it.

The flowing dust within the barrier, the beautiful scenery unfolds before my eyes.

Have I changed too much?

Or is it that they are willing to acknowledge my existence?

What remains unchanged is the land that shelters me.

From beginning to end, it maintains the same appearance.

“Oh…”

The faint airflow circulating within the barrier, mixed with the spring air, brings a touch of coolness.

A slightly itchy but not uncomfortable feeling makes me shift my body slightly.

“Ugh…? M-Master, don’t move… Ugh, gurgling… Master’s taste… Yayoi hasn’t had enough… Yayoi’s body… needs Master’s taste… gurgling… Haa… Hehe…”

“Ah! Sorry!”

A series of lewd sounds mixed with saliva, just listening to them is enough to make one blush and their heart race.

Although I don’t understand why, I apologize first.

At this moment—

as always, Yayoi Tsukiyo, dressed as a shrine maiden, nestled her head against my crotch like a docile kitten. Her

delicate, cherry-blossom-like lips were wide open, and my erect penis was being vigorously sucked and swallowed by the girl.

Her fair skin, untouched by the sun, was now flushed with passion. Her

long, flowing hair, like a red waterfall, cascaded down to her waist, radiating a slight warmth, with a few stray strands falling around her ears as decoration.

Yayoi's most striking feature was her bright, sparkling eyes. At a subtle angle, her bangs gently covered her eyelids as her head swayed rhythmically, revealing a beauty that defied description.

Unlike clothing that emphasizes freedom of movement, Yayoi's shrine maiden attire was generally considered very conservative, with minimal exposure.

However, Yayoi had her robes wide open at that moment.

Freed from her restraints, she sprang from her shrine maiden attire, her two large, round breasts exposed to my gaze without any attempt at concealment.

Yayoi made no attempt to conceal herself; her full breasts and deep cleavage were left for my eyes to feast upon.

The skin of her breasts, already tinged with the color of cherry blossoms, a symbol of feminine pride, was adorned with glistening beads of sweat that slowly slid across her excessively beautiful curves.

Her pink nipples stood slightly erect, shimmering with a beautiful sheen, and from the folds of her nipples, warm, snow-white fluid slowly oozed, like fine strawberries soaked in condensed milk, tempting and delicious.

Yayoi's red, loose-fitting skirt was also partially removed, leaving her in a semi-naked state. This disheveled appearance, rather than being completely naked, was just right to arouse desire.

Her slender, snow-white legs, accentuated by her long, bright red hair, further highlighted her perfectly proportioned figure; without any further embellishment, she was already the epitome of beauty.

The stark contrast between pure white and bright red is unforgettable.

What's even more maddening is Yayoi's current actions.

With a series of thrusting movements, Yayoi cups her snow-white breasts, gently enveloping the engorged penis in her cleavage.
The erect penis, its entire shaft submerged in the soft flesh, only the glans, like a playful child, peeks out from the upper edge of the cleavage.

The elastic fat continuously stimulates the penis, and the lower abdomen, pressed tightly against the two snowy mounds, experiences not discomfort but rather a blissful, almost heavenly sensation.

Yayoi's small head continues its movements, her tongue deftly grazing the urethral opening. Saliva, not yet swallowed, playfully drips from her lips, gathering around the glans and giving it a glistening sheen.

Her breasts are soaked with fragrant sweat; occasionally, a few beads of sweat, unable to bear the weight, first mix with the sweet milk at the peaks, then flow into the cleavage, forming a small lake.

The constantly seeping milk added waves of warm spring water to the lake, allowing the glans, which had finally emerged from the deep trench, to comfortably soak in the white hot spring and catch its breath.

With a joyful expression, Yayoi's eyes slowly moved upward, watching my expression.

While performing multiple movements simultaneously, Yayoi's breathing remained perfectly steady. She focused her attention on her breasts, rhythmically cupping and rubbing the nipples up and down, creating a wonderful rhythm with the frequency of her head's movements.

The penis, surrounded in the center, immediately felt a pressure coming from all directions.

The continuous pleasure emanating from between my legs made me unconsciously groan.

"Mmm..."

"Hmm...hmm...Master, is this pressure okay? Or should I use more force?"

Yayoi's tone was leisurely and carefree.

"Hmm...no, this is just right..."

"Thank you, Master, hee hee...Master, can I lick it?"

Raising her head, Yayoi's eager eyes stared straight at me.

"Huh?"

"Can I lick it?"

Yayoi's hands kept moving, her mouth...
"Aren't you already licking it?"

"But... I'm afraid Master won't like it..."

"Sigh..."

"Master... can I lick it? Can Yayoi lick it?"

Yayoi's eyes sparkled.

I nodded, giving Yayoi the answer she was hoping for. "

Don't worry, you're doing very well, continue!"

"Thank you for the praise, Master... Ah..." "★Master's penis has become even bigger, Yayoi needs to find a way to hold it... Hmm... Heave-ho..."

After receiving the command, Yayoi smiled sweetly, a warm feeling of happiness spreading through every corner of her body.

Then, she once again placed her tongue on the glans.

Between the deep valleys revealed by the white cloth, the soft yet elastic flesh-colored peaks, and the white juice constantly flowing from the tops, emanated a faint fragrance from Yayoi's breath.

Extending her delicate, pink tongue, Yayoi, with her fragrant, clear saliva, tightly entwined the glans, her expression dazed, seemingly utterly intoxicated by her actions.

"Ah... Master... Yayoi's nipples... No... Ah!"

Yayoi pinched the erect, strawberry-like nipples, first gently scraping them with her fingernails, then pinching them from the base, squeezing them down as if to hurt herself!

In that instant, the spring water overflowing from the depression at the top of the hill split into several thin fountains, erupting like geysers, dripping onto the penis, staining it with a sweet and delicious color.

The sweet aroma of breast milk immediately filled the air around Yayoi and me.

Before long, the entire penis became wet from the breast milk.

The slowly rising body temperature added an excited expression to Yayoi's face, her hands skillfully cupping her nipples, enthusiastically massaging the captured penis.

Yayoi took a deep breath, then pressed her lips to the glans, carefully licking the penis wet with breast milk, tasting the flavors of the breast milk and pre-ejaculate.

Closing my eyes, I quietly enjoyed Yayoi's service…

“Mmm…”

“Hoo… um… oh no… oh no, Master’s penis is getting tastier and tastier… hehe, Master, is it comfortable?”

Yayoi asked again.

Although she was already familiar with my body, the consequences of not giving her a satisfactory answer would be terrible!

“Very comfortable… your technique has improved again…”

“Hehe… thank you, Master… I love Master’s expression now, Yayoi is so happy, so blissful… so, Master, can you give Yayoi a reward?”

Because of my praise, Yayoi maintained a smile on her face.

Her nimble little tongue began to serve the penis even more actively.

A trickle of white fluid continuously gushed from her breasts.

The milk droplets rolling off the breasts fell to the ground, becoming the most nutritious fertilizer for the grass.

"The reward you wanted... isn't it already being done?"

"That's not the reward I wanted." "Yayoi wants to drink Master's semen."

Yayoi's mouth was still full of the penis, so her voice sounded unclear.

"..."

Erotic!

Yayoi's request was too erotic!

A shrine maiden who prides herself on being sacred and worships the sun goddess Hina, is actually so lewd, is that really okay?

But, who made Yayoi like this?

Damn it, it seems to be me...

"Master, holding back is not good behavior." "Please shoot out your hot semen, shoot it out as much as you want." "Also, Master must shoot it into Yayoi's mouth." "

Uh... do whatever you say..."

"Thank you, Master, then... I'm going to start... um... um..."

Yayoi's delicate head was buried between her legs, maintaining the state of service, the movements of her breasts and small mouth forming a beautiful rhythm like music.

To allow the penis to penetrate deeper, Yayoi's breasts parted slightly, a thin strand of saliva running from the glans, glistening brightly in the warm spring sunshine.

The full, ripe nipples, under the caresses of her hands, changed into various erotic shapes, like the finest cotton, enveloping the shaft in its warm valley.

Lubricated by sweat and breast milk, the penis slid smoothly back and forth in the cleavage, the swollen glans sometimes disappearing, sometimes urging Yayoi to watch as the penis, under her ministrations, gradually swelled in her chest, filling the entire cleavage, expanding its power, and beginning to push the flesh outwards. Yayoi was captivated.
The warm touch, the rhythmic vibrations, the erotic sounds, and the scalding hot fluid…

soon, her master's hot semen would gush out.

She had to drink it all!

A confident smile spread across Yayoi's lips, stuffed full of the penis.

From the moment the breast play began, Yayoi had been lying between my legs for an hour.

Yet, judging from her energetic eyes, she showed no sign of resting.

Her breathing remained steady as usual.

How could this be enough?

After all, normally Yayoi would last at least two hours before stopping.

Besides, even if I told her to stop, she usually wouldn't.

Only an irresistible external force, like a meteor hitting a city or a mushroom's head being cut off, could make her say "stop"...

From the breast play, Yayoi experienced an indescribable, supreme pleasure and ecstasy.
With Yayoi by my side, my life was very comfortable.

She would eagerly take care of everything for me, big and small.

The condition was that I had to accept Yayoi's service.

"Answering means admitting, not answering means acquiescing. In short, even if the master disagrees, Yayoi must stay by the master's side."

This was why I craved freedom.

According to Yayoi, she needed to obtain the energy she needed for the day through her service.

Incidentally, you can pay in advance and have a few days' worth of nutrients stored away, but absolutely no "credit" allowed!

...

What an wicked setup, and the reason why Yayoi is currently performing breast sex on me.

Due to the continuous breast sex, Yayoi's breasts are constantly secreting fresh milk from her mammary glands, and the barrier also exudes the unique sweet scent of breast milk.

Upon closer inspection, the size of her breasts is also a full size larger than before, as if to allow the penis deeply embedded within them to experience even greater pleasure.

Even so, Yayoi has absolutely no intention of resting.

Burying her head between her legs, she actively licks the penis, Yayoi thus deeply imprinting the pleasure onto her breasts, nerves, and mind, indulging in the act of breast sex.

The taste of the penis and her own breast milk gradually spreads in her mouth, mixing with the lingering taste of semen, creating an aphrodisiac aroma that directly floods Yayoi's brain.

The intense stimulation stirred Yayoi's deep-seated desires, prompting her to lick the fleshy stem buried deep within her, bit by bit.

Yayoi was deeply moved.

Her cheeks flushed, and the engorged member bulged out.

Yet, she still smiled broadly.

To please her master, she performed acts of service…

Only at this moment could she feel happiness.

Only at this moment would her master not leave her…

She would never let her master be in any danger again!

This was necessary to protect her master!

Moreover, while serving, she could feel her master's body temperature…

This was her and Chihaya's wish.

In this way, her master could enjoy her and Chihaya's bodies at any time.

She and Chihaya could also have intercourse with her master at any time.

(I must do my best…)

In any case, this was all for her master!

Chihaya, our master is more important to us than life itself.

Although our master's awareness is still insufficient…

In that case, let me help my master!

Yayoi made a silent resolution.

(Chapter Two)

The harem is so large, there must be reasons that cannot be spoken!

Strange, even though it's an animation channel, it only broadcasts old anime. There's no need to have a dedicated channel then
—a sweet floral scent wafts through the air, both gentle and heartbreaking. Unconsciously, it blends with the sweet, milky aroma filling the barrier, creating an intoxicating, nostalgic fragrance. Memories begin to surface in my mind too.

Looking back, it's been three years since Yayoi and Chihaya have been by my side. I just remember back then, the leader of the Shinigami Cult? Kannazuki Narumi, a few months after taking me in, summoned me to the headquarters? I followed orders and went to where the leader was. It was an old building. The brown exterior walls were cracked in many places, and vines climbed everywhere, seemingly trying to encircle the house, clinging to the walls in a chaotic manner.

However, even though the house looked old, it exuded an atmosphere of long-term inhabitation. Pushing open the door, I saw the leader's weary back. After a moment of silence, the leader finally turned around.
His eyes were bloodshot; the pupils, which should have been white, had turned a blood-red color, as if bearing a heavy responsibility. Clearly, the leader hadn't slept well for a long time. The leader waved his hand, signaling me to come closer. Oh, for the establishment of a new era, Hugh? Elsad, can you really kill people?
His tone was heavy yet sorrowful, steady yet filled with unbearable pain.

The Papal States were launching a multi-pronged attack on the territory of the Divine Cult, and as its leader, he naturally had to lead his followers in a desperate fight. However, the vast disparity in strength had led to a series of defeats at the front lines. Xiaogu, Yicheng Valley, and Kuchiki Valley had fallen, and the Papal States' hooves began to encroach.

And his allies? The Blue Moon Kingdom, embroiled in months of internal strife within its royal family, were unreliable. Blood, anger, sorrow—there was no turning back; they could only choose to continue down the same path. This pressure must have been suffocating the leader. Ah, the leader finally uttered these words, words he had kept hidden deep within his heart, words he had always hesitated to speak. Perhaps you still cannot forget the past, the people of Thorbas, who still live in your heart. But the responsibility on your shoulders is not only for them, but also for everyone living in this world. You said you didn't want tragedy to repeat itself, so I want you to lend me your power, for the Divine Cult, for this world. The leader will turn back once more. His voice trembled slightly. Drops of clear liquid slid down the cult leader's head. Tiny circles appeared on the ground, thickly covered in dust. However, the one who shed tears was not weak. He had made his choice. So, the cult leader turned to face me again. I could no longer see his hesitation, only feel his restrained resolve. A

beautiful excuse was no longer necessary; after all, this was murder, there was no glory in it. "
You understand, although this is a hateful task, someone has to do it. If you want to change this world, you can only choose to stand up. To kill for protection, to kill to break evil, to kill for peace, to kill to save lives—even if it's absurd," the cult leader said, word by word. Even to avoid losing his composure in front of me, he clenched his teeth, suppressing the almost overwhelming guilt in his chest. Breaking the vow to his deceased friend was indeed very painful. Even today, the image of his friend's charred body remains vivid in his mind.
For the sake of the deceased, I bowed my head to you, my voice filled with deep apology… To establish a new era, to ensure the sacrifices are not in vain, to mourn the departed souls, to allow yourself to
live

, to protect those who are important to you… I ask you again, Hugh, can you kill? I nodded. From then on
, my life was always very simple.

Red blood filled the entire sky.

Perhaps it should be said that, since we live in an endless sea of stench and blood, the word "color" is inherently meaningless. The only thing I need to do is wield my knife and destroy every enemy in my path. For God's

sake for everyone's peace of mind, for preventing that tragedy from happening again

, I believe this life will continue. Though tedious and monotonous, I have no reason to run away.
At least, I won't have a chance to lay down my weapon until I achieve my goal, day after day. "What does killing feel like to you?" Someone once asked me this, a dying man on the verge of death. Everyone has a thousand reasons, that's the basis for their existence. So, if I were to understand the person I'm going to kill, I might hesitate. If I don't understand them from the start, why hesitate? Why feel anything? Ah, since that's the case, I just need to obey orders and do what I'm supposed to do. He didn't believe what I said, even though it was the truth.

I finished him off with a stab. Then, I wait for the next order to kill the person I'm going to kill. Is it one person? Dozens? Hundreds? Or hold off an army? Inheriting the wishes of the past, if it can bring them peace,

I just need to follow this goal. Even if it's far from my true self.

Until that day three years ago.

The leader's order came down, and the Tsukiyano family and the Konoe family embarked on their journey home. class=infotextkey>Sex Badger Watering and Using 

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