Miyabi.

“It’s a harder choice than you might think,” I replied. “I like them all for different reasons. But I suppose if I had to pick one, I’d have to go with Miyabi.”

“Oh?” Kagura perked an eyebrow, “how come?”

By pure happenstance, when I said this, the camera on the tablet shifted to a view of Miyabi as she stood stalwart against all incoming attacks from the other three combatants.

“I mean, I dunno. I know nothing about these four on a personal level, so it’s kinda just down to the looks and vibes. But she’s standing her ground really well, and seems really determined. It’s smart of her to be conserving her energy like this, especially when facing three opponents in an all-out brawl.”

I continued to watch the screen; all the while being vigorously stroked by my wife, filling my head with an erotic haze. I focused a bit more on the bouncing breasts and less on the play-by-play. My eyes feverishly glued to Miyabi and her jiggling chest, thighs, and rear; her abs standing out like a solid stone surrounded by an ocean of softness.

Kagura chuckled, “You’ll be happy to know that she isn’t just serious about battle, she’s fiercely loyal to anyone she considers a comrade, a friend, or a lover.” She picked up the pace stroking my cock. Her hand felt so good, and the fact that she, my wife, was eagerly jerking me off while I ogled other half-naked women on my tablet added a lot to the experience.

Meanwhile, I was getting myself intimately familiar with every visual aspect of Miyabi, and growing to love it. I was also a little more invested in her performance during the fight. She was frequently the target of attacks from the others since she didn’t move a whole lot. Despite this, she weathered each blow with a surprising sense of balance. In fact, on more than one occasion, she’d managed to turn one of her attacker’s momentum back on them and make them stagger after striking her. The only exception to this rule was Yumi, who would frequently slip out of her boob-locks thanks to the milk on her breasts.

“Is Yumi pregnant?” I asked, perplexed by the evident lactation.

“Everyone here, besides yours truly, is a virgin,” Kagura said, matter-of-factly. “So no, it just so happens that women in Yumi’s family lactate regardless. She’s going to be Miyabi’s biggest obstacle thanks to that. She actually planned to have her top get undone at some point during the match.”

“How do you know?” I asked, but in my heated daze I could only think about how hot it was that she rendered herself topless on purpose.

“She loosened the tie on her top just before her hands got tied behind her back.”

“Damn, she’s smart,” I said. “But I think Miyabi’s got this.”

“Me too, actually, and she’d make a good match for us.”

Suddenly, a splash at the edge of the platform caught the attention of Ayame’s camera, and it zoomed in just in time to see Asuka’s head pop out of the water.

“Aw man!” the kunoichi pouted, glaring up at Homura who apparently had gotten the best of her off-camera.

“Ha! That’s what happens when you don’t pay attention!” Homura boasted, puffing out her chest proudly.

“Oh! Looks like the first to be eliminated was Asuka, the graduate from Hanzou Academy,” Ayame announced. “Now it’s down to Homura, Yumi, and Miyabi.”

Homura beamed and confidently spun around in place to face the others, but instead came face-to-face with Yumi. The latter didn’t even say anything before thrusting her chest forward, catching the tomboy completely and fatally off-guard. Homura could do nothing to protect herself, she didn’t have proper footing, and had no time to catch herself without her hands. She was also dangerously close to the edge of the platform, and that ended up being her undoing.

Both pairs of breasts bounced in the glittering light of the late morning sun as they pressed against each other. This time, Yumi’s didn’t slide off, it was a solid hit, and she had the better footing as well. Homura flailed a little as she fell backward then landed squarely on top of Asuka, driving her back into the water with another splash.

“Whoa! Yumi’s tactical genius strikes again and rings out yet another competitor,” Ayame said, her camera focused on the two half-naked kunoichi tangled up with each other in the pool, both of them blushing messes.

“Damn it!” Homura cursed. “I can’t believe I let her sneak up on me!”

“That’s what you get for boasting,” Asuka teased, but then grinned at her rival. “Don’t worry, next time we’ll win for sure!”

Homura smiled and nodded, “Yeah! You two better watch out!” Then the two of them helped each other swim toward the roped-off boundary to join the other spectators.

“Now it’s just you and me,” Miyabi said, her golden eyes laser focused on Yumi. “You’ve made a huge mistake, though.”

“Oh?” Yumi turned to face her final opponent, calmly.

“You shouldn’t have saved me for last. Now there’s nobody else here to distract me; you won’t be able to sneak up on me anymore. You had a better chance of taking me down if you had gone for me first.”

Yumi’s lips curled upward into the slightest smile, “Don’t be so confident, I might still have a trick or two up my sleeve.”

“Ha,” Miyabi grinned. “Then come at me, let me see it.” She squared up her legs, taking on a stance that kept her center of gravity low.

Then Yumi dashed toward her, and both of their sizeable alabaster melons pressed against each other in what had to be the best kind of marshmallow hell. As Kagura continued to stroke my rock-hard erection under my trunks, I couldn’t help but wish I was right in-between both sets of breasts.

“Seems like your wish might come true after all,” Kagura said, smiling at me. In my haze, I briefly assumed she was referring to me being caught between the two battling busts. Then I realized she meant my hope that Miyabi would be victorious.

“I’m not so sure,” I said, doubtfully. “Miyabi is doing a good job defending herself, but Yumi is smart. I feel like if the battle goes on too long, she’ll come up with some way of tripping her up.”

“Don’t be so certain, Yumi is smart, but Miyabi isn’t a slouch in the tactics department either. Remember, she’s not just an elite, but an elite from Hebijo, an akunin academy,” Kagura said.

“I suppose they are well-known for deception,” I agreed, “I wonder what she’s planning, then.”

Kagura slowed her pace, sensing that I was getting close, and allowed me to focus more on what was going on in the fight. I peered at the screen and saw many dramatic angles of Yumi rushing forward, getting locked into a boob-clash, then stepping away once she realized Miyabi wouldn’t budge. I wasn’t seeing anything unusual going on, so I looked out at the platform, ignoring the screen for the time being.

Once again, I just saw Yumi dashing back and forth, but that’s when I noticed a pattern emerging. Her movements may have appeared random at first glance, but she was gradually urging Miyabi in one particular direction. If memory served me, she was inching her closer to the side of the platform that wasn’t balanced properly.

“Uh oh,” I said, realizing what her plan was right then and there. Yumi was guiding Miyabi to the unbalanced edge of the platform so she’d be easier to knock down. It was a smart play.

“Ah, so you noticed. Let’s see what happens from here,” Kagura said, picking up the pace of her stroking hand again.

“Is this all you can manage?” Miyabi goaded.

Yumi said nothing as she collided with her rival, breasts wobbling as they pressed together.

“You’re going to wear yourself down before I even break a sweat. And I won’t give you an opening like Homura did.”

“I know,” Yumi said, but continued the same tactic. In that moment, Miyabi’s foot finally touched down on the unbalanced side of the platform. “But I don’t need you to,” Yumi added and dashed forward to collide once more.

I was actually biting my lip, if she connected with Miyabi on that section, it would be all over.

Miyabi cocked an eyebrow and she squared herself to take an attack from above; but then I noticed something strange, something was off about her stance. Miyabi was a bit lower, and one foot was a little further forward than it normally had been. Was she already compensating for the section of the platform she was on?

I wasn’t able to speculate on this, though, because then, at the exact moment that Yumi would be unable to stop her momentum, Miyabi dipped down. That’s when the graceful kunoichi’s icy blue eyes went wide, seeming to realize all too late was about to happen.

Yumi’s breasts didn’t connect with Miyabi’s at all, instead hitting the top of her head. But Miyabi had ducked, and this time, Yumi’s milk worked against her. She slid past the head, leaving her midsection completely exposed, and Miyabi took full advantage. Once Yumi’s belly was above her, Miyabi pushed upward, using her shoulder to heave Yumi up and off her feet.

Miyabi had baited Yumi into a false sense of security, then switched it up exactly when Yumi had her right where she needed her. Now, the grey-haired beauty was sailing through the air and into the water behind Miyabi with a big splash.

“Holy moly chat!” Ayame exclaimed. “And just like that, Yumi has been judo-launched off the platform by a genius application of momentum. This round goes to Miyabi! She is the victor of the King of the Boob Battle!”

The livestream chat went wild, especially since Ayame’s camera zoomed in on Miyabi’s exposed breasts and solid abs. The determined kunoichi turned in place to face my platform and bowed in our direction. The rest of the spectators either politely applauded or gave cheers of joy, this latter group I assumed to be Miyabi’s close friends.

“And so, your wish came true,” Kagura chuckled. She then brought her finger up to her neck again and said, “You may approach, Miyabi. Come and receive my husband’s blessing.” After saying this, she pulled the waistband of my swimtrunks down enough that my rigid cock became exposed, then began stroking me even more vigorously than before. She also sat up so that she was kneeling beside me.

Miyabi arrived almost instantaneously, “I would be honored, Shion-sama.” As she did this, a startled castle servant who clearly didn’t expect her to arrive so fast stepped behind Miyabi and cut her bindings, allowing her arms to be free again, but then also removed the rest of what she was wearing so that she was completely naked.

“Please, step inside the curtain,” Kagura said.

“Yes ma’am,” Miyabi replied, dutifully, the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks. She then moved the curtain out of the way and stepped inside. She did not react at all whatsoever to what Kagura was doing to me, standing at attention and waiting patiently.

“Lord Shion-sama’s blessing? I wonder what that could mean!” I could hear Ayame’s voice from the tablet and could see in the corner of my eye that the camera was just outside the curtain, focused on our silhouettes; but my attention was completely on the naked and beautiful kunoichi before me.

Miyabi blushed a little more thanks to my shameless staring, “Shion-sama, I hope that my form does not displease you.”

“On the contrary,” I replied, “you’re exactly my type.”

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and briefly broke eye-contact, which was the only indicator that my words influenced her, but she continued to remain steadfast and stoic anyway.

“Your performance was admirable,” Kagura said, “and your powers of deception were impressive. You would make a fine wife, and thus, I give you my blessing to share home, hearth, and bed with my husband. Should you claim the ultimate victory on the last day of this festival, I would gladly accept you as a fellow wife.”

“Thank you, Kagura-sama,” Miyabi replied. “I will devote myself to Shion-sama, and I will claim the ultimate victory.”

By the gods, that confidence was so sexy.

“Now, a gift for your performance,” Kagura said, and her hand movements became so intense that the pleasure I was feeling rapidly escalated to climax.

“Oh,” was all I could manage to utter as I shot my first long rope of cum onto Miyabi’s face.

Miyabi didn’t even flinch. She accepted a second load and her only reaction was that her blush, yet again, got a shade redder. Otherwise she maintained eye-contact with her mesmerizing gold snake-like eyes.

After plastering her with a third shot, Kagura began to aim my tip at various other points of Miyabi’s body. Her huge, glistening breasts, her rock-hard abs, her meaty thighs, nowhere was safe from my lengthy, thick ropes of spunk.

“Thank you for this gift, Shion-sama,” Miyabi said. “Do not hesitate to use me as you desire.” The next rope went primarily into her mouth. She blinked in surprise but swallowed the creamy substance in a few hearty gulps. She then licked her lips and hummed a little, seeming to enjoy the taste.

“Wow, it’s a good thing the curtain is here,” I heard Ayame say on the tablet. “I might not be able to get away with showing you this otherwise. I don’t even know if I can describe what I think is happening in there.” I glanced down at the screen and saw it from her perspective.

It was a side-long view of my platform with the silhouette of Miyabi’s nude form, standing tall and proud while streams of indistinct substance shot onto her one after another. The chat was getting a good show, but I was getting the best view of all.

“Well folks,” Ayame continued, “I’d say this is as good a time as any to end the stream. Thank you all for watching, we’ll go to a quick break and then I’ll be back to read your donation messages!” Then the stream cut to a break card.

Coincidentally, around this time was when my long ejaculation was finally ending. I turned back to look at Miyabi, who was still standing calmly, even though her entire front half was plastered in my sticky cream. There was something off about her, though. For whatever reason I got the distinct impression like she was tense, ready to spring at any moment. Like a snake, coiled before a strike.

“Thank you for your blessings, Shion-sama and Kagura-sama.” Miyabi said, bowing deeply and rigidly.

Panting, I nodded and smiled, “I’ll be excited to get to know you better, Miyabi-chan.” Then I turned to Kagura, “What happens now?”

“There are a few more rituals that need to be performed with Miyabi-san,” Kagura explained, “but we’ll do those in our quarters. First, though,” she looked at her, “I’ll help clean you up.” She snapped her fingers and in a brief flash of light, Miyabi’s body was completely clean and devoid of any evidence that I had just unleashed my cum upon her. Instead, in her hands was now a liter-sized glass bottle filled with white fluid.

“Is that…?” I muttered.

“It is, go ahead and drink the rest,” Kagura ordered.

Miyabi didn’t hesitate at all, “Yes ma’am.” She tipped the bottle back and let it drain into her mouth. It wasn’t a smooth chugging, a few times she had to pull the bottle away so she could swallow the thick substance, “I’m sorry, Shion-sama, it’s difficult to swallow, this might take a moment.”

“Take your time,” I said, completely entranced by this event.

She nodded and continued, this time occasionally chewing my spunk so that it would go down easier. Eventually she drank the last of it and stood panting and blushing the brightest red she had gone today. “Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.”

“Good,” Kagura nodded. “Now go ahead and mingle with your friends for a while. In an hour or so, we’ll send a servant to guide you to Shion-sama’s quarters. Congratulations once again.”

Miyabi bowed one last time and left, leaving me alone with Kagura once more.

“Wow,” I said, “That was hot. Is that going to happen with each of the victors?”

“More than just that,” Kagura replied. “Tonight’s rituals will be even more entertaining.”

“Oh.” I gazed out and watched Miyabi as she walked away, still butt naked. By Kami, I could still see her boobs jiggling even from behind, and that was in addition to the fair amount of jello she was packing in her firm rear. “Hope I’ll have enough stamina.”