Slave Harem in the Labyrinth of the Other World (LN)

Volume 4 - Ch 3.02

When it comes to the sizes of their chests, Sherry obviously seems to be having an inferiority complex whenever she gazes at how stacked Roxanne is and it must hurt her to see how obsessed I seem to be with her boobs as well, and honestly, I cannot blame her for that, because I would have probably reacted in the same way if I saw a girl that I had a massive crush on hitting it off with other dudes who are not me. . . but when Roxanne herself is tempting me with these wonderful breasts of hers, it is really hard for me to resist their allure and the urge to grab them and sink my fingers into them while forgetting about everything else that is happening around me at this very moment. I want to apply the soap all over Roxannes body and make her all shiny and slippery with it. So that is what I did. I moved my hands forward and started washing Roxanne up from top to bottom.

I washed her breasts, the places that I wanted to touch the most with the utmost care and attention to their every nook and cranny, first with one hand, and then with both of my hands to make sure that not even a speck of unwashed skin will remain on her. I am indulging in her body to my hearts content, slowly tracing the curves of her rich bulges.

As I thought, Roxannes boobs are truly the best out of all the boobs in the world. Their incredible feeling of springiness, elasticity and weight feel like they are almost too much for me to handle. No matter if I choose to take care of the left one or right one, they both feel equally incredible. This is the best feeling in the entire world, period. I am positively sure that there is nothing that can top it off.

They are the best. Absolutely amazing.

Thank you very much. . . master. . .

When I was finished, Roxanne was covered in foam practically everywhere on her body except for her head, back and tail.

Okay Sherry, you are next.

Y-Yes, of course!

Now that she was standing before me with nothing but a towel covering her, I could clearly see how petite her figure is. Just the difference in our height was so big that if she was not facing her head upwards, it was impossible for me to see exactly what kind of face she was making. But that did not change the fact that overall she was still thin, slim and incredibly pretty.

Before I start, do you want to keep your hairbands on?

Ah, no, there is no need for that. I will take them off. I was simply keeping them on because I did not want to wash my hair just yet. . . because I thought that because of how long they are, they might get in the way of you and Miss Roxanne. . .

I see. She really has thought this through, huh? How nice of her to be so considerate of others, even in circumstances such as these. Not to mention that her chest is not as small as she claimed it to be, because while not on Roxannes level, I could definitely see them jiggling under the bath towel just now.

Thank you for you consideration, Sherry, but I do not really mind that, so the next time we will be taking a bath, do not feel inclined to wait until we are finished and go ahead with washing your hair. This bathtub should be large enough for all of us to be able to wash ourselves without getting in each others way after all. Roxanne, can I ask you to make some more foam for us?

Of course, master. Here you go.

With the additional foam that Roxanne quickly made for me, I got down on my knees in order to wash Sherry without having to bend over the entire time.

Are you ready for this, Sherry? Can I start?

Y-Yes. P-Please. . . . do take care of me.

I will, I promise. Just try to relax a little, okay?

Entrusting herself to me, Sherry let go of the bath towel she was clutching onto and allowed me to take care of washing her chest for her. Placing my hands on her chest, I started from foaming up her collarbone and then gradually made my way up all around its area. That is right. There is no way that she did not get even a little bit excited from watching me wash Roxannes body up starting from her breasts, which is why I think it is only going to be fair to her if I start the process of washing her from the very same spot: from her chest. That way, she will not be able to say that I purposefully avoided touching her boobs because of how small and unattractive they are. You might call it a shameless tactic, but in the current circumstances it is going to be the most effective one that is going to ensure that both of my slaves are going to feel like I am treating them equally without favoring one of them over the other.

Umu. They are wonderful as well. What an amazing feeling.

I cannot believe that Sherry was not confident in her breasts just because they are a little bit on the smaller side. In the terms of their feeling and elasticity, they can give Roxanne a run for her oney without any problems. The only difference between them is that while Roxanne is so big that my fingers are sinking into the skin of her tits every time I am touching her, Sherrys feel like I could grasp them both firmly and enclose them in my hands if I wanted to. It is a different kind of irresistibility, but the one that is just as enticing all the same, as If I was holding a hamster or a small bird in my grasp (TL Note: I have no idea how can boobs feel like a small bird or a hamster, but apparently the minds of our fellow Nipponjins are just build differently, so let us just put that under the yikes category and move on.)

At the current moment, if someone were to walk up tome and ask me which do I prefer: the boobs that spill from between your fingers due to how big they are or boobs that are compact enough to fit in the palm of my hand, I would honestly have a pretty hard time answering that question.

Ah. . . uhm. . . master? I. . . I am sorry. . . that my breasts are not as big as Miss Roxannes. . .

You say that, but I do not think that yours are particularly small though?

I thought the same way when I was still living in my village, but when I was sold to be a slave and began living in the Slave Shop I could not help but notice there were many more women and girls whose chests were bigger from mine, and that they were able to find the people who were willing to buy them more easily.

Even though I want to say something to make her feel better, I cannot really comment upon this matter in any way since I am also one of these people, in a sense that I also allowed looks and the size of the boobs to be the deciding factor in my decision to buy Roxanne as my first slave.

That is okay, Sherry. You do not need to worry about that. To me, you are perfectly fine exactly the way you are now.

But Miss Roxanne is so big. . . . .

Ah-ha, so it is exactly as I thought. She has already been comparing herself to Roxanne in that regard, even though as a smart person she should already know that comparing herself to other girls and the sizes of their chests is pretty pointless from a biological point of view.

Sherry, I want you to hear me out on what I am about to say, alright? Listen, it is true that Roxanne has pretty big breasts, but that is only because of her bodily proportions. She is pretty tall, so it is natural for her to have a bigger chest that would match her height. On the other hand, you are naturally shorter due to your race, so it is a given that your chest is going to be smaller in order to match your height. So you see, you do not have to worry about a thing.