"I know. Let’s use my room."

We head up the stairs, and I’m led straight into her bedroom.

Even though the furniture and layout are identical to the other rooms, my heart starts racing the moment we step inside. Maybe it’s just the weight of being in a girl’s room, or maybe it’s the faint, lingering scent of her.

It seems the girls have started personalizing their spaces with the items I’ve given them—soap, candles, spare clothes, and the like.

"Hehe. I don't think you'll find anything strange in here."

Shion notices my wandering eyes and lets out a small laugh.

"No, it's just... I set everyone up with the same basic specs at first, but everyone has their own tastes. If there’s anything specific you want me to make for the interior, just say the word."

With Storage & Replacement, a room is just a place to sleep for me, but I realize now that it’s different for them. Looking at it as a 'girl’s room' makes me realize just how desolate the current setup actually is.

"...Thank you. But right now, there’s something much more important than interior design."

With that, she lets go of my hand and climbs onto the bed, sitting in a formal posture.

"Sousuke, come here."

I join her on the bed, facing her directly.

Without a word, our lips meet. Our tongues entwine naturally. The fact that this has become our 'normal' sends a surge of heat through me.

"Mm... nngh... hah... lick... mm."

Shion’s eyes grow moist, clouded with a heavy, carnal haze.

When our lips finally part, a silver thread of saliva stretches between us—a sight that only fuels my excitement further.

"Sousuke. What kind of things did you do with Chiyu?"

I know the girls share all the details later anyway, but saying it out loud is still a bit embarrassing. However, lies don't work on her. I give her an honest report.

"I see. In that case, staying indoors was definitely the right call."

Having heard the full story, Shion pats her thighs lightly.

"Sousuke, take off your lower half and rest your head right here."

I can already guess what’s coming. To release the pressure building in my lower abdomen, I strip off my pants and toss them onto the floor.

"Whoa...! I-it’s incredible. It’s really... so big."

Shion’s eyes go wide. It's one thing to see something like this in a book, but witnessing it in reality seems to be quite a shock.

Of course, if we’re talking about shocks, Shion’s chest is in a league of its own. As I settle into {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} her lap, her breasts don't quite block out the ceiling entirely, but they dominate the vast majority of my field of vision.

"Hehe, just wait a moment."

Shion pulls off her uniform top and unfastens her bra.

Boing.

Her twin mounds bounce softly, and the rod between my legs throb in violent response. Is it really okay for the last thing I see before I die to be these white, soft globes?

"Hehe, what a reaction... I'm so happy you like them."

Shion wraps her hand around me with her usual delicate touch.

"Sousuke, you love breasts so much, but you're always so reserved... you never really lick them, do you?"

"........."

After all the kneading and friction I've put them through, it feels a bit late to be shy, but it’s true—I’ve never actually taken them into my mouth.

"Are you... not interested?"

"No, that’s not it at all...!"

I'm incredibly interested. Shion lets out a soft, knowing giggle at my desperate tone. I can't see her face behind the wall of flesh, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Good. I didn't want to just repeat what you did with Chiyu, or it wouldn't leave an impression. I wanted to do something different for you."

Shion leans forward slightly.

In an instant, I’m drowning. My entire face is buried in her breasts; I’m literally suffocating in softness.

I’ve seen scenes in crime dramas where people are smothered with pillows... but apparently, you can be smothered by a pair of heavy breasts just as easily. For a split second, I think it wouldn't be a bad way to go, but the lack of oxygen starts to get real.

"Ah! Sorry. That was a bit much, wasn't it?"

Realizing my predicament, Shion adjusts her posture.

"No... it was a blissful kind of suffering."

"Ahaha... you really mean that. But I can't have you passing out, so maybe... like this."

She shifts her chest so that one of her peaks is positioned right at my lips.

"Go ahead, Sousuke. You can lick it as much as you want."

I can't hold back anymore. I take the bud into my mouth.

In that moment, a joy so intense it feels like my brain is exploding surges through my body. The texture is softer than the finest pudding, more elastic than fresh mochi, and the tip feels like it was designed by nature specifically for this purpose.

A primal urge, engraved into the very instincts of man, has been satisfied. My soul is screaming in delight.

"Ah... nngh..."

Shion’s voice pitches higher, encouraging me. I roll the tip over my tongue, over and over.

"Sousuke... you're just like a baby. There, there. Drink as much as you like."

As she speaks, her right hand begins to stroke my rod.

Her grip and the rhythm of her movements are perfect. A steady, reliable wave of pleasure begins to climb from my groin.

First Chiyu, and now this—such devotion. Just lying here, having my head in her lap while I nurse, the pleasure is infinite.

"It really has gotten so big. My thumb and forefinger can barely meet."

She circles her fingers around me. Normally, even considering that a woman's hands are smaller, they should easily close with room to spare. But right now, her fingers are straining just to complete the loop around my girth.

"Nngh... hup... hup... How is it? Does it feel good?"

I can only nod frantically. I don't want to leave what’s currently in my mouth for even a single second.

"Hehe... I'm so glad you like it. There, there... good boy, Sousuke. Thank you for everything. For making all these things for us, for looking out for us, for always taking the lead. I know the only reason I can spend my time just thinking about cooking on an island like this is because of you."

While her right hand continues its work and her breast provides for me, Shion’s left hand begins to stroke my hair.

Total-acceptance, nursing hand-service.

Between the physical stimulation and her intermittent moans as I suckle, I’m being pushed to the edge.

"Ngh... ah. This... th-this feels a little strange."

Despite her trembling, Shion doesn’t stop. My brain is saturated with euphoria; the limit is close.

"Ah, hehe. I can tell. You're twitching. Is it almost time to come? ...Ah."

Shion pauses for a moment as if realizing something. When she speaks again, her tone has shifted completely.

"—Is it time for 'pooty-put' yet?"

"——!!?"

Baby talk!?

Hearing 100% pure baby talk from a refined, beautiful girl like her is a once-in-a-hundred-lifetimes experience. My body reacts violently to the sheer absurdity of the joy.

"Eh? It’s... it’s still getting bigger? ...Gulp. Th-that just means you like it that much, right? Then... is Sou-chan feeling all good-wucky?"

Shion leans into the 'motherly' persona with everything she’s got.

"There, there. Good boy, good boy. Drink lots and lots of mommy’s milk. Mommy will keep going 'rub-rub' until you go 'pew-pew' all over."

Her adaptability is terrifying. She must be embarrassed, yet her spirit of service—prioritizing my pleasure above all else—is absolute.

While Chiyu’s devotion is like a focused extraction, Shion’s is a specialized, sugar-sweet pampering.

"Ah, ah... Sou-chan is about to go 'splat,' isn't he? Mommy knows everything about you. It’s okay. I’ll keep going rub-rub, rub-rub, rub-rub all the way to the end."

My entire body surrenders to the pleasure Shion is providing. Finally, I break. My hips shudder violently, and a volcanic eruption of white fluid bursts forth.

"Kyaa...! I-it almost hit the ceiling! Ah, um... pew-pew! Splat-splat, squirt-squirt! It’s coming out so much! S-so incredible... splish... splash, splash, splash... squelch."

In the moment of release, I realize I bit down a bit hard on her. As the pulsations die down, I slowly pull away. A string of saliva follows with a wet sound.

"Haah... haah... haah..."

As she pulls back slightly, the carnage comes into view.

She wasn't exaggerating about the ceiling. The lower half of the bed is absolutely drenched. It looks like a zone consumed by a lava flow after a volcanic eruption. Her right hand is coated so thickly it’s hard to find a clean spot, and the mess has reached all the way to her elbow.

The power of Energy Up is terrifying.

The power of Shion’s pampering is even more so.

"Shion, I'm sorry. And... thank you. That was the best."

"Eh... y-yeah. If you're happy, then I am too... Um—Sou-chan?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Yeah?"

"It’s... it's still really hard... is there more 'pew-pew' left inside?"

"........."

I don't answer. Instead, I latch onto her other breast.

"Ah... My, Sou-chan is such a spoiled little thing. There, there. Mommy will keep going rub-rub until all the white is out and Sou-chan feels all better."

Ignoring the mess, Shion resumes the movement of her hand.

"Hehe... you're usually so cool... but you're so cute when you're like this."

Her sweet voice is laced with genuine amusement as the pampering continues for a good while longer.