Soft, soapy, full of women.

Surrounded on all sides, Kotone had **** but to get really soapy.

Nevermind that she was already plenty coated in suds from the expensive bath she’d run for herself, to enjoy in peace and quiet! It was reasonably quiet now, aside from the rat-a-tat-tat of her machine-gun heart, and of course wet, slick squelching as three massive sets of breasts attached to women slid across every inch of her.

What those head-dwarfing breasts couldn’t reach and smother against, hands would serve. Down below, as Kotone throbbed away with animal need, a pair of strong thighs clamped down around her cock.

Kotone held Sovereign close, helping out by thrusting like a beast.

“Seems like you’re having a good time, at least…”

Kotone’s pleasure-flooded brain was caught in the throes of so much sensation, words faltered. Front, back, sides, nothing and nowhere was safe. A single lover couldn’t be everywhere at once, but she was enveloped in fantastic pleasures. The most sensitive parts on a stamen were all getting it simultaneously. Kotone could feel nipples trace like fingers too, sliding into every nook and cranny.

Through it all, she clamped down internally, struggling to keep heart or dick from exploding. Not that she was liable to last long, but for three gorgeous girls, Kotone had to try and make it last.

Not cum her brains out and become a worthless pile of goo too early.

“I-It’s like I’m i-inside you, Sovereign.”

Squatting down to continue their campaign of soapy terror, the two bullies in back admired Kotone’s long, thin legs and respectable ass. Intervention mused, squeezing delightfully-soft hips and even helping Kotone thrust. “It’s temping to focus on that absurd thing on the other side. However, this isn’t bad.”

Kasumi nodded. “Agreed, all sizes have their own charms. Stamen are strong in a burst, but you can tell the Admiral didn’t go through the most rigorous endurance training. She’s about ready to fall over~”

Lucky the two of them could get up, press themselves into Kotone’s back at an angle, filling up all the space between their bodies with soapy busts and busty soap. Even if Kotone was going to faint on the spot, they could keep her upright.

“Are you two quite done?” Sovereign huffed. “The front half is more than ready.”

“Such silky long black hair, almost a match for mine- Oh, fiiine.”

Kasumi slipped away with a grace uncommon to objects so massive. Kotone didn’t see her grasping a bucket by the side of the tub, though she heard the faucet... and then Kasumi tossed the resulting flood of water with careless abandon at this Kotone sandwich.

It wasn’t the warmest.

Kotone went from the very leaking peak of an ecstatic orgasm between Sovereign’s thighs… to a shivering wreck. Admittedly, some of the soap had slipped off, but much was left clinging to, and between the narrow centimeters of space between, three squirming women.

“Oops, I forgot the hot tap. Apologies, girls~”

“Orders, Admiral?” Intervention asked, on tippy-toes to murmur up into Kotone’s dripping ear. “She's a noble, you know. Far above our station.”

“... Return fire.”

The artillery cruiser allowed herself the ghost of a smile, then spun about and slapped some of the bathtub’s own relatively-clean water back out in response. Naturally, as with all of her shots, this one was placed perfectly, and sent the sputtering kitsune into retreat, deeply offended.

Kotone and the sisters had the tub’s larger faucet, but Kasumi was able to use the showerheads to fill up her own bucket. In moments, with a battle cry worthy of the Empire, they were exchanging shots of icy-cold spray.

Before all four of them realized what a bad idea that was, especially given the draft from the open window quickly giving them the shivers.

“I propose a ban on the use of cold water,” Kasumi said. “Provisionally!”

“Agreed,” Intervention agreed, filling up another plastic tub with some suitably scalding solution. With a soft grunt, she hefted it round, and sent their latest salvo out with trademark humility and precision.

This was perhaps the most inefficient way imaginable to rinse off four giggling women. Frolicking in the rain would have been more professional and gotten more done. However, the laughs that this completely absurd scene drew from its participants, even stolid Intervention herself, were well worth it.

Eventually, when the last traces of soap had been eradicated, the four of them wound up together, gasping and panting in exhaustion, leaned up against the side of the tub.

Kasumi took in greedy lungfuls of air, causing her magnificent, view-swallowing chest to rise and fall, shaped like a spongy liquid by her own arms held together around Sovereign. Who was enjoying the unique comfort to be found in the midst of creamy mountains, causing her head to nearly vanish in breasts. While this was heavenly, that was just what made Kasumi’s embrace such an effective trap.

“Go on then, Sovvy. You’ve denied yourself long enough.”

Fixed like a deer in the headlights, Sovereign couldn’t escape.

“Fine! Admiral, you’ve got some serious weaknesses to shore up. I’m not done yet, just stand there and listen! You’ve got strengths, too. Out on the water, you use us like ships. On dry land, you treat us like women.”

Kotone shook from arousal and nerves like she was conducting electricity. “A-Are you not both? What’s the, uh, what’s the big deal?”

“That’s just it, most admirals… they pick one. I’ve seen both, and I don’t like it. Oh, for crying out loud. You’re hard, and I am soaked to my core. Shut up and make me your ship woman already! Make me forget all about Hoshikawa!”

“I’m still not certain you deserve it,” Intervention said, “But this is my sister’s earnest request, so live up to her expectations, would you?”

Sovereign leaned against the sloped side of the bathtub, and Kotone went down on hands and knees after her, pressing the shipgirl between two layers of unyielding porcelain. One was just a lot more warm, alive, and had layers of civilization and learned anxieties peeled off just as surely as she’d discarded her uniform.

She lined up their bodies to account for the vastly different heights, and brought first their lips together, followed by their bodies down below.

Kotone had been acquainted with fucking, but Sovereign would now help teach this newly-forged Admiral how to make love using the curvy body and **** maiden’s heart of a heavy cruiser.

With a little help on either side to smooth out the rough edges that typically came with a girl’s first time.