No, the titfucks are mandatory.

Their bodies didn’t, and couldn’t, meet chest-to-chest.

Pillowy softness squished up and pressed instead against a toned, flat waist.

Pressure and warmth enveloped Kotone in a sensual, inescapable embrace.

Kotone finally remembered to object. “H-Hang on! What are you… what are you even saying?! We just met, and you’re… you’re… T-This kind of joke isn’t funny! It’s c-completely unprofessional! I’m going to get mad!”

“Oh. You have some life outside of your huge dick, I see.”

Intervention’s standard glare softened into the faint whisper of an amused smile. As predicted by the maid, a fledgling erection pulsed with sudden, painful arousal, tenting Kotone’s pants.

“Howdoyouknowaboutthat!”

“Aside from the fact that you just told me?” Intervention was up to an impish smirk across razor-sharp features. “Your file was extensive indeed, Admiral.”

Ignoring more fumbling warnings, Intervention dropped to her knees onto hardwood floorboards.

In a single practiced motion, smooth as churned butter, she took Kotone’s pants down to her ankles. Out of a pair of simple grey boxer shorts wholly inadequate for their task, sprang Kotone’s enormous, throbbing, hard erection.

Admiral Watanabe might have been born as a simple commoner, but her honest reaction made it apparent that she had the alpha heritage of a noble. In body, if not spirit. Had Intervention not been warned beforehand, she might have shown shock or surprise.

Watanabe still clearly surpassed expectations, both for the size of her dick, and the weakness of her spirit. Both seemed only to please this indomitable maid. Intervention couldn’t blame the Admiral for spending all her free time in the Academy furiously masturbating, once face-to-dick.

Forget the file, she could tell just how absurd Kotone’s production rate was just by looking at those heavy-hanging balls. Already quite full and packed with seed.

Intervention’s abrupt manner shifted into a much more physically affectionate one. By cupping those sweltering balls, she could provoke the Admiral into producing far more, setting off her natural breeding instincts.

Not that she was going to be permitted anywhere near Intervention’s lower pussy, just the one formed by her breasts through expert technique.

The trademark musk of an alpha was entirely absent, showing how well Watanabe took care of herself. Something a maid would always appreciate. Even if the chance to clean her off personally would have been just as nice.

There really weren’t any downsides to this new Admiral.

Intervention retrieved that small bottle of lotion again from the only place her uniform allowed storage, her enormous, lewd cleavage. One hand pulling the already dangerously low bust-line of her maid dress down further while the other poured more lotion deep between her massive, plush, wobbling cleavage.

Such a sight made Kotone wobble, too. Her pulsing shaft swelled even harder, while her thighs trembled.

“You were too shy in Academy to approach cute girls, or even avail yourself of your natural rights to shipgirls. There will be no time for any of that now that you’re an Admiral. I will be your source of relief. Going without is out of the question.”

Kotone was given just enough time to marvel at the sight of Intervention’s chest popping free of its top, each puffy nipple swaying and bouncing, before the stern ship-girl leaned forward to engulf the entirety of her Admiral’s dick between those immense, heavy breasts.

The piping-hot space within Intervention’s cleavage was made slippery by the lotion. Though there was so much plush, dense mass pressed around Kotone’s throbbing shaft that she was pinned in place all the same.

“This is your sole right as Admiral. No one else is allowed to so much as touch me without express permission, yet you are entitled. Do you understand now? Power is something to be enjoyed.”

Kotone was frozen, a very large deer in the headlights, a total mess trying to keep herself together. It wasn’t going well; a normally-keen mind was being blanked out with pleasure. Such massive breasts were never going to feel unpleasant, but when expertly handled, the intense friction sent shockwaves through Kotone’s entire body. Her fingers and toes tingled, even as her meager muscles tensed and relaxed in spasms.

Intervention made it hard to focus on anything, with the way she subtly bounced up and down. Although movement was slight, Kotone was pent up. Intervention’s sheer size and soft, marshmallowy mass was already enough to have her Admiral twitching and leaking, on the edge of making a very large, very gooey mess…

Yet, perhaps to prolong the pleasure that caused her mouth to gawk and her face to go red, racing heartbeat clearly audible through that thick dick pressed to her ship’s chest… Kotone refused to surrender her loads yet.

Intervention sighed. “Well, you won’t last much longer. Please hurry up.”

The stoic girl’s arms wrapped tightly around both Kotone’s hips and her own absurd, heavenly breasts, each one large enough to spill out her arms. She lifted them up, pausing to stare Kotone directly in the eyes. When the dazed girl managed to meet her sharp gaze, she slammed herself forward and down, burying Kotone’s throbbing shaft in so much cleavage, pushing her back to the wall.

The sensation was unlike anything Kotone had ever felt. The pressure of her hand, or the artificial folds of a quickly-broken onahole, were nothing compared to a live, breathing woman’s loving attention.

She was having her virginity taken by this enormous pair of breasts, and her throbbing dick was smothered in unending, warm softness. All sides pressed in, yet yielded before her, molding to the shape of her shaft. Pressed by Intervention’s hands, those breasts couldn’t stay still.

After just a few moments to give her new owner a taste, Intervention drew back. Hefting those pillowy breasts. Not enough to release her prey; just enough to generate more beautifully intense friction.

Before coming back down, as irresistible as the ocean waves outside.

Kotone shivered from the pleasure coursing through her veins like electric shock. In her heightened state of anticipation, right there in the open fall air of her own base, she couldn’t look anywhere but down.

Her dick had nearly vanished within the sea of sinful softness.

Only the needy, leaking tip remained above the surface.

A girl with such a commanding attitude was worshiping her with those breasts. Really, that ‘worship’ felt more like she was being conquered and wrung out by a massive pair of breasts attached to a relentless white-haired woman.

“M-Miss Intervention…”

Kotone, despite all her efforts at self-control, was about to make quite a mess.