Set drift in an ocean of breasts.

There was no escape for Kotone Watanabe; just breasts.

A sea of tits deeper and more mysterious than the waters outside. As the ladies obliged her request and tossed aside tiny towels to rinse themselves off, there was nothing to stop hapless Kotone from staring and building up impressive amounts of lust beneath the pink suds of the bath.

No chance to leg it, either. Kasumi posted their fastest runner, spritely Sovereign, closest to the door. Though the cruiser was busy running hands through that long, snow-white hair and making sure it was all properly damp, she could respond in seconds. Water ran down her body in rivers, passing around her considerable armor belt, only to flow back into that narrow, trained waist and down childbearing hips. Their winding left slick trails on flawless, immaculately-maintained skin.

In the middle was Intervention, who indulged a smug smile, locked eyes with Kotone, then rubbed her own massive mounds. Clear water pooled in the midst of that vast chest, the same way Kotone’s thick, cake-batter seed was prone to doing. In fact, Intervention made the same motion as when fucking Kotone with those tits, a firm, tightly-controlled circle of pressure.

Normally the concept being that the stamen was ravaging a pistil’s tits or whatever, but saying the beanpole took an active role in those sessions was a stretch.

If Intervention was making a pool, then the Glittering Diamond Sea formed in the noble lady’s cleavage to her right. Only a bit spilled out from the edges thanks to the tight pressure created by the way she pushed them together by hugging herself. Kasumi favored her voyeur with a foxy grin. Silver near-white eyes didn’t waver as Kasumi released, and a massive waterfall washed the front of her body clean.

Leaving her neatly-trimmed black pubic hair soaking too.

“If you’re truly opposed to bathing together, Admiral, now’s the time.”

Getting something pushed upon her was Kotone’s ground. Kasumi was determined to take even that from beneath her feet, and **** the Admiral to choose. To make somebody who grew up in a society all about being subtle finally speak her mind.

“I, um. It’s incredibly flattering that you want to do this.”

Kasumi rolled her eyes. “Obviously, but that’s not an answer. Come now, you’re a stamen. I can smell the **** of your powerful desires past the soap and lather, though I sniff delicious virginal nervousness, too. Which one is stronger?”

There was no way kitsune could actually smell fear, that had to be an urban legend. Kotone shook her head to clear it. Her heart was pounding deafening loud. Words felt soap-slick, getting a grasp on them was hard.

“You’re all so beautiful and sexy. If you show me this kind of sight, I’d never refuse!”

Kotone sank deeper after her confession, hiding her bare, burning face.

Kasumi clapped in delight. “Well said. Girls, let’s attend to the Admiral and show her how to wash herself. I’ve already spotted one big mistake… that rag she’s been using. Come, come!”

In many parts of this wide world, the only washcloth considered proper for the job was your bathmates. With the airy puff of bottles, and the soft, liquid squish of feminine curves enmeshing, Intervention, Sovereign, and Kasumi got themselves, and each other, as soapy as physically possible.

Using their pillowy, massive breasts primarily as huge sponges, that was ‘very’. Where a fine touch was needed, they did not hesitate to lather up hands and get in every nook and cranny.

The sight had Kotone staring over the lip of the bathtub like a naughty child peeking. She couldn’t help but slide a hand between her thighs and take a gentle hold of her achingly-hard, throbbing shaft.

Pumping up and down, sending little jolts of sordid pleasure.

Kotone didn’t have long to touch herself, which was good because this situation was taking the last shreds of her self-control. Kasumi giggled as her massive breasts threatened to swallow up the impressive, but clearly smaller, set belonging to Intervention, and Sovereign flanked her from behind.

“Okay, okay! That’ll do it, girls! Remember, I’m but a humble assistant now! The Admiral is the one we should be servicing with all our hearts~”

“Come on then, stand,” Sovereign fluffed aggressively from the side of the bathtub, positively dripping white foam. A tremor of nervousness from the clearly least experienced shipgirl came out as extra aggression. “Up, up! And don’t think I’ll be…”

Kotone stood up, throbbing-hard and pointed right at Sovereign, massive as ever.

“... Intimidated… uh… Wow...”

Kotone felt like she was going to short out from electricity, heat, and pressure pounding through her worse than any turbine engine. A normal erection strained her allegedly alpha stamen physiology to the max, but in the excitement of this moment, a scenario ripped straight from the illicit magazines she snuck into her quarters growing up, she really was going to explode.

Intervention regarded this thick, manly staff, the only thing resembling a man about Kotone Watanabe, with a quiet, prideful huff. Like one would judge quality produce at the county fair. Kasumi licked her lips appreciatively, about the only part of her endless curves that wasn’t covered in soap.

“Triangle formation,” Lady Uchiyama commanded, dropping character like a spent fuel tank now that she was close in on her target. “Sovvy in front, of course.”

“Moi?!” Sovereign could protest, and Kotone could sit there flapping her lips like a fish out of water, but Intervention and Kasumi moved without delay to flank their Admiral. One to either side, angled inwards, and pressing in with those wondrous mountains.

She really was going to drown in them, as Kotone feared and hoped.

The softness was only partially attributable to all the soap now getting over her tall, but not particularly wide, back. Most of the volume she now felt was the unmistakable consistency of breasts. A surface that compressed easily on being pushed against her bare back, the warmth of skin-on-skin moderated only by the soapy bubbles and suds, and the harder pricks of puffy aroused nipples.

Which in this case served only to draw little lines all over her skin and draw shivers. Kotone couldn’t help but tense up everywhere at first contact, her eyes squeezing shut, but she wouldn’t be seeing any of what Intervention and Kasumi were doing. Merely feeling the wondrous effects, as they got to work on her.

Watching her own sister take such a firm lead, Sovereign’s own balance of mental forces broke, and she clicked her tongue. “Here, Admiral. Let’s have a big, nice hug… a-above and below.”

Ah, that’s why they were focusing so much on soaping Sovereign’s athletic thighs.