Chapter 122 : Bathtime With Bracha (2)
“Gigi. Gigi…wait! I can’t do this. It’s not….its not proper.” Gates protested, yet he was still completely ignored.
“Gates don’t be a stick in the mud. When will you ever have the company of so many beautiful ladies again?” Gigi remarked. Shula smirked upon hearing this.
“He’s got a point though…what if my towel comes off? That would be super awkward…” Ariadna chimed in.
Merri simply fidgetted, unsure what to say. She felt that her body was “niche” that is, it depended on the tastes of who might be viewing.
The bronze skinned, green eyes blonde that was Bracha reassured them all.
“Baths are the event which bring us all together, no? There is no need to worry. We’re all friends here. Right?” Bracha said as she wrapped an arm around Dealla. She pulled the dragon-kin gently towards her a few times as the Runemaster smiled broadly.
*This will be fun…* Agni thought to herself as she watched the crew of people standing before the bath inside the Training Chapel.
“Why does our chapel not have one of these!?” Gigi’s eyes lit up with fire and passion as she clenched her first. “One of these” referred to the bath. Apparently the owner of a chapel could remodel it as they saw fit using the Systema mechanics.
“Because our Doyenne is a work-a-holic.” Ariadna said, even as she placed rubber bands into her hair to style it up into a bun.
“Come! Let’s lead by example, perhaps they will feel more comfortable if we get in first.” Bracha said as she practically dragged Katrin and Agni along with her towards the steamy water of the bath.
Everyone had already taken a light shower and scrubbed. All that was left… was to relax!
Eventually everyone warmed up to the idea of a co-ed bath. They all wore towels, thus it was “safe” for Gates, though Agni could relate to how he must be feeling. A hard dick in a room full of women was just inviting a certain type of attention.
Then the idea of floating sperm in the water, most likely coaxed forth by Gigi or Bracha, filled Agni’s mind and made her rethink her stance. It was too late by that point.
“Hey.” Agni said as she moved closer towards Dealla, the dragon-kin.
*She seems like a bit of a loner. I wonder if this is okay?* Agni thought inwardly. She and Katrin decided to make an effort to be social upon seeing Dealla keep to the far corner of the bath.
“Hello.” The dragon-kin said as she flashed a glance towards Agni then averted her gaze.
*Is she — shy?*
Agni drew closer, followed closely by Katrin and soon the trio struck up a conversation. Agni found it was easiest to speak to Dealla about things she actually cared about, thus the main topic was their training.
“Dealla…you’re not feeling left out are you?” Katrin asked the question somewhere along the line.
“Well..I do feel like everyone here knows one another. But that’s not it.. I just.. I used to be a man in my past life so things like this, in a body like mine are still somewhat…difficult to get used to.” Dealla whispered, even has her cheeks turned a pleasant rosy red.
“What! Me too!!” Agni was so animated that the water splashed up as she drew closer to Dealla, perhaps breaking a personal boundary in the process. Agni pulled so close that her breasts bumped against Dealla’s arm.
“Ah, sorry. I’m still getting used to maneuvering these babies.” Agni said as she gently pushed her bust upwards a few times.
Dealla smiled for the first time in a while, and finally the ice was broken.
Dealla then looked at Katrin and her gaze slowly traced downward.
“How do you do it? They’re so big. D-do you have any tips?” Dealla then looked down at her own breasts, as if they were foreign objects which served more as obstacles. Katrin chuckled to herself and also drew near to discuss tactics for stabilizing the girls.
She, Agni and Katrin spent a great deal of time chatting with one another while everyone else seemed up to their own thing.
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Gigi was currently fuming! This was because her ‘date’ had been stolen right out from under her.
“B-bracha was it? Don’t you think you’re a little too old to be hanging all over my Bell?” Gigi’s pleasant expression was extremely forced, in fact her eye twitched to repress some urge (perhaps violent?).
“Oh, nonsense! I’m just being a good host. Right Bell?”
“H-huh? Oh. Sure..I guess.” Gates seemed to be sweating even in the bath. Bracha had essentially commandeered the entire right side of his body and was now tracing her fingers through his curls. The reason Gigi was so upset is that the scalp massage from Bracha was currently sending Gates into a sense of euphoria.
He struggled between relaxing, then tensing up the moment he saw Gigi’s glare for what she felt was a “betrayal”. In the end, Gates gave in entirely and allowed Bracha to massage his head to her heart’s content.
Meanwhile Shula did what she does best –she trolled Gigi mercilessly. It mostly consisted of crass laughter, pointing and the occasional name calling.
Gigi ignored it for the most part, but when she’d had enough she grabbed Shula by the arm, pulling her near.
“So mouthy today. You were loud in a different way last night.” Gigi leaned her face in, making sure that no one else could hear or see as she kissed Shula behind the ear. She then gently ran her fingers along the imp’s inner thigh, taking a moment to tease beneath the surface of the steamy water.
Immediately Shula felt her body turn into jelly and her heart thumped wildly. Gigi gently sucked on Shula’s earlobe before distancing herself. It was quite a feat to render Shula speechless — yet Gigi had just done it.
With that handled Gigi turned her attention back to Gates. This was a battle she was determined to win.
“Well then! I’ll massage Gates too.” Gigi said as she rushed to his side and all but placed his free arm between her thighs. She easily trapped it there so that he couldn’t move and hugged him closely.
“Oh? So forceful. Not all men like being abused.” Bracha’s eyes flashed with mischievous intent as she continued to gently stroke Bell’s head. She even offered her bosom for him to rest his head.
*And he took it! Bell!* Gigi could feel a smoldering sensation of jealousy as her heart twisted. Bracha just smiled and cast a condescending glance downward at Gigi’s chest.
The ginger scoffed in disbelief, the disrespect! She had practically suggested that Gates preferred more….ample women.
*It’s not my fault they are modest!* She thought inwardly as her face turned red and her lip quivered. Gigi was a few seconds away from blowing her top…or crying, she wasn’t sure which. That’s when Bracha switched targets — to Gigi.
The first thing Gigi felt was Bracha’s soft hands resting on her lap. The sensation of plump, soft breasts against her arm. This lasted only a moment as Bracha skillfully circled around her in the bath and wrapped her thighs around Gigi’s waist, locking the ginger’s arms in place as well.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gigi protested, but only for the briefest of moments as she felt Bracha’s hands trace upwards, lifting Gigi’s towel in the process. Soon her hands were cupping Gigi’s breasts as Bracha’s face lingered dangerously close to her freckled neck.
“I’ve never toyed with a ginger before…” Bracha whispered.
Gigi felt her heart flutter as she realized what was happening.
*Why is this woman so bold!?* Yet…Gigi didn’t mind…
“You look like a woman who likes it a bit rough, no?” Bracha said, she spoke just loudly enough for Gates to hear as she began to firmly caress Gigi’s breasts.
“Look at him. He’s getting hard just watching. Do you think he likes it? Does he want to see more? Should I show him these perky tits of yours?” Bracha asked, occasionally she would gently kiss on Gigi’s neck. The combination of being constricted and teased simultaneously was enough to make water wetter.
“Perverts. The lot of you.” Shula mused. She was currently relaxing her body in the warm waters of the bath. She called them perverts, but was wholly unbothered by the sight as she floated by.
“This bath is quite lively. Hee hee.” Merri said in a voice that didn’t match her well chiseled body.
“Indeed.” Ariadna replied, though not in her usual sarcastic tone. Her eyes were currently closed as she reclined against the edge of the bath by placing a towel beneath her head. Merri simply smiled.
“Don’t think you will get away my dear. Oh. Your body is so firm, yet soft…I think I’ve acquired a new preference.”
It took a moment for Merri to register that someone was speaking to her, let alone touching her. She reacted with a start, perhaps the most feminine reaction Bracha had ever seen. It was most endearing.
“You won’t get away either gloomy girl.” Bracha said as she next floated towards Ariadna while she flexed her fingers in a decidedly creepy way.
“I’m not gloomy, I’m practical– hey, wait where are you grabbing? Uhn!”
“Oh…so you can make sounds like that. Interesting.” Bracha said as she floated away. Ariadna’s face was beet red, made worse by the fact that she was so pale to begin with.
At the opposite side of the bath Katrin, Dealla and Agni were discussing various things. At first Dealla was quite skeptical that just having an explanation of the training would even help but an hour later Dealla felt much better about the training. With Katrin’s help as well, they all decided to train together the next day.
“I’ll miss the first few hours of the training session. I have to scribe enchant more gear for the expedition.” Katrin said.
“You can enchant items?” Dealla asked.
“Yes. It’s one of my skills. I’ve learned a lot in the past week. I spend a good deal of my time learning new scribe script and I’m proud to say I’ve even surpassed Agni in levels.” Katrin gave a big smile as she lifted her right arm and flexed her bicep. No matter how Agni looked, the word “soft” came to mind.
And then the whirlwind that was Bracha made an appearance.
“Your tail feels so very different from how I imagined.” Agni heard the voice before she saw the woman who’d taken up position just behind Dealla and was rubbing her hands all over the dragon-kin’s tail.
Strangely enough Dealla’s face turned red and she began to quiver. Her expression was blank, almost as if she was paralyzed.
“It’s almost like a mix between leather texture and the hardness of armor..remarkable.” Bracha said as she continued to help herself to caressing Dealla’s tail.
Agni sighed.
*This happens everytime she has a little alcohol…*
“Katrin! My goddess! I would never forget you!” Bracha shouted as she tackle hugged Katrin and buried her face into the scribe’s E-cup breasts. She nuzzled so aggressively that Katrin’s towel began to slip.
“Wait, Bracha.. It’s coming undone.” Katrin protested, right before her towel could be seen floating to the bottom of the bath.
