A busty greeting to this lovely village.

All Sasha could do was keep his head above water, and breathe.

Not an easy task, when this fluffy blonde was trying to smother him.

She hugged him tight, pulling his head into a valley deeper than the mountains they’d crossed. Her abundant, soft, creamy cleavage was put on display by a breezy white sundress, which Sasha was now aware had nothing beneath it. The view from his angle was somewhat obstructed, and not a lot of the rising sunlight made it this deep, but this was still a lot to see of a woman he’d just met.

Didn’t get much air down there.

“Please, make yourself right at home, Mister Sokolov~”

While certainly his first instinct was to panic, he couldn’t deny there was a comfort to being held like this. To relaxing himself into such an enormous pile of softness, that accommodate to his figure and squished up against, and around it.

Obviously, the Major didn’t have such gigantic breasts, merely the Autumn standard of 'extremely large'. But in the moments between missions, when they laid intertwined and he rested his head against her rising chest, feeling her racing heartbeat, the ticklish breathing…

When they were entwined together in passion, kissing beneath the stars as she held him deep inside her with both arms and legs...

“My, my. Miki certainly was telling the truth about one thing. You are a man, and you have wonderful reactions-”

“Get… off… him!”

The Captain wedged herself between the two of them, despite being the smallest of the bunch. Her brute strength was enough to rescue Sasha from fading out of this world, though it would have been a most accommodating and lovely passing. Instead, the blonde pouted and tried to envelop her… only for the Captain to hug back harder.

“Oh… oh dear! Miki, darling, that’s… way too tight…”

A girl three times her size was feeling the squeeze, her pillowy figure compressing in the middle, which only emphasized her massive breasts more, like a living corset. The stranger tossed her head back, cheeks red. Moaning. Back arching against the vice-grip. Enormous breasts emphasized as they flopped over the Captain’s pink hair, which had nearly vanished.

“Nnngh! M-Most people hug to show affection,” The blonde explained, her long curls swaying in the breeze as she was now suddenly the one short of breath. “My beloved Miki… hugs to show her annoyance…”

“How do you like it?! Show some consideration to new people you meet, you dang… living bed! Did these get even bigger while I was gone?! How is that possible?!”

The Captain was still not in a great position; even if she was stronger, she also needed to do that thing called ‘breathing’ too. She eventually had to relent, though it did leave this massive, blue-eyed, blonde catgirl gasping for air, and rubbing her trim, thin waist..

To these antics, Sasha’s only response was a cordial, “Nice to meet you.”

The mayor exploded into womanly giggles, barely contained in that sundress, her curves still absurd even without somebody’s arms to squeeze the two ends out like a tube of toothpaste. Those breasts threatened to slip out anytime, and her prominent, pointy nipples could no longer be concealed.

“Likewise! My name is the Honorable Mai Yamasaki, and I have the responsibility of leading the village of Lilisburgh on behalf of our Queen. Please just call me Mai.”

“Understood, Miss Yamasaki.”

The Mayor frowned, tapping an immaculately-tipped, rounded glittering nail to her cheek. “Miki, did you get a wind-up toy soldier? Is he broken? Did you bring us back a wounded warrior, to heal body and soul alike…?”

The Captain sighed. “Sasha, could you take off your glove for a second?”

Putting his left glove to his mouth, he bit down, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. The silver metal fingers of his left hand gleamed in the morning sun, more than a touch skeletal without the normal things, like skin, one expected to cover the device. At this sight, Miss Yamasaki gasped, putting her own fleshy hands to her mouth in shock, eyes wide.

Her reaction wasn’t necessarily horror, but she’d clearly not been expecting that.

He put the white glove back on.

“Mess around all you like,” The Captain explained. “Not that I could stop you. But please do your best not to bring that stuff up. He might not mind, but I do.”

It was true that a week ago, both of the blue-uniformed soldiers standing before her were hip-deep in blood. Sasha didn’t see how that was remarkable, lacking a non-blood frame of reference, but clearly this village didn’t see a lot of action. In fact, the whole strange continent of Auzapari might have nearly escaped the flames.

There was a strange, abiding quietness, what he would later recognize as peace.

The Great War had not touched this place, nor the inhabitants who’d stayed.

“Fine, fine! My apologies.” Miss Yamasaki bowing politely was one of the lewdest and most uncouth things she’d done yet, on account of all that cleavage. “I just came to welcome both of you, anyhow. For you, Miki, it should be a joyous homecoming! We were, uh, going to plan a big party in town square or something…”

Miss Yamasaki motioned towards the direction of the small square, paved over with ornately-painted brickwork. It formed the heart of the town, from which all the streets and paved boulevards, lined with flowers, flowed as rivers. Buildings of brickwork dominated the plaza, stores with signs out or other businesses.

The residences tended to spread further out, from what Sasha saw on the way in. There wasn’t a way to tell which one they were bound for, yet. That was presumably why the Mayor had waited for them at the train station.

“In truth, I just wanted to lighten the mood. My beloved Miki surely told you we had a ‘population problem’...” The blonde huffed, adjusting her dress to try and help it fit a bit better, and failing in spectacular fashion. It wasn’t built for her frame, or she wasn’t built for it. “This village sent more than our fair share of young people off to fight for the Alliance, for freedom and all that. Miki…”

“I guess I’m the only one to make it back.”

A gust of powerful wind swept through town, bringing a hurricane of leaves that covered cobblestone roads and newly concrete-paved streets. Streets that were, at this early hour, devoid of life.

“Basically all of our stamen and young men are gone,” The Mayor explained. “So, combine that with our traditional laws against outsiders… We’re looking at the decline of our village in the next generation.”

Which, considering the nekomata lifespan, wasn’t far in the future at all.

“So this might sound silly, but you really are helping us out a lot by coming by, and agreeing to breed our eager young girls. And a few eager mature ladies, too. More than a few…” Miss Yamasaki giggled again, producing a small black notebook. “So, when can we start the first session? Say, after a hearty lunch?~”

“Hold it!” The Captain objected, for some reason. “He literally just got off the train, what are you trying to pull! Give him a chance to adjust to this place without immediately, like… pimping him out! He’s not a stallion!”

Miss Yamasaki looked the white-haired boy up and down.

“He’s not just a stallion! He’s a person, and yes, he deserves a little peace and quiet!”

As was becoming more evident just from the first villager they met, Sasha wasn’t going to get that. As the mayor implied, somebody new coming in was a rare celestial event for the townsfolk.

Of all the things shipped in by train from the outside world, he would prove to be by far the hottest commodity. In a world of nubile young women, many of whom had never known the touch of lovers, with only men and stamen too old to march off to war, and thus certainly too old to be rivals.

Many would consider the situation paradise, Sasha distantly recognized.