Chapter 39

Setsuko felt... pleasant, after all that had happened last night. The intensity of Drake, his sincerity, his touch, his cock. He was certainly larger than Goro, and much more attentive to her needs in the bedroom, too. She could hardly believe it, he just went on and on. He was only Level Two, while Goro had been Level Five, but Goro had never had sex with her that lasted that long. Not even before she had Noriko, and... her breasts got so big and fat.

Drake seemed to like them. He certainly acted like he liked them a lot, and it was hard to think of any other reason for his constant compliments and attention. She looked at herself in the mirror, her breasts currently unbound by anything at all. They were so enormous... Goro had always hated them, missed the petite girl that he had fallen in love with all those years ago. They would either have sex in total darkness, or with her on her belly, just so Goro wouldn't be upset by her ugly body, and she had done it. She had orgasmed every time, so, she thought it was pretty good, and Goro was plenty attentive, and it was just her body that was making the problems.

Drake, on the other hand, had done that - that paizuri thing. Her cheeks glowed just thinking about it. Having sex... with her breasts... it was so strange as a concept, she had heard about it, but she had thought it was one of those nonsense sex acts that people made up so they could feel like they weren't that kinky, they didn't do strange things like stomp on their partner's face or dress up like an animal.

Ah... she was just working herself up in the end! Probably he had decided to humor Noriko - he certainly did seem to love her daughter. She needed to get dressed properly, and... do her morning routine! She started to pull on a brassiere, wiggling her way into it, letting out a long sigh once she successfully had it wrapped taut around her bosom. Even if Drake was so nice about them, she still did miss the days when she didn't have such a struggle with clothes. It dug into the flush of her breasts as it pressed them down and tried to hide their full size, and it just wasn't comfortable!

Once she was properly dressed, she made herself a nice little breakfast, ate, and stepped outside, the sun having just started to crest over the horizon, the walls of Orario creating a rather pleasant visual effect. She smiled at the whole scene, a pleasant feeling in her chest. Now that Goro no longer lived with-

Now that Goro was dead, she corrected... now that Goro was dead. Her eyes started to sting again as that thought hit her like a brick. She wiped at her face. It was so... she understood, or she didn't understand. Hephaistos had tried to be understanding, but that was what made it so... she didn't understand! Should she hate Goro, for treating her the way he did, or should she love him, for giving her a daughter, for providing her a roof to live under, when she was just a good for nothing no-ranker who he didn't even find attractive any more? She put it out of her thoughts.

Her days were too empty. That was the real problem with them. Without Goro or Noriko under her roof any longer, there were no big meals to cook, no preparations to make around the house for his return from work or the Dungeon, no cleaning up whatever mess he or her daughter had made, no... anything. Just an empty void. She let out a small giggle at herself, at how ridiculous it was to complain about her days being too free, when she knew Goro had constantly worked so hard, to provide her with all she had, and then he had- died.

She still needed something to do with her days, though. She didn't think she would ever want for money, since she was hardly a shopaholic and the amount that Goro had left to her was absurd. Over a billion valis... she wondered what he had been saving for, in the end? The stupid idea that maybe he had been looking for a mage who could fix her breasts came to mind, but of course he wouldn't need that much money to do that, if it were possible, and he would have brought it up long ago anyway. Maybe their marriage would have been happier if that had happened...

She decided to take a look around the Hephaistos familia shops. She was a member of the familia, after all. Perhaps she could start smithing on her own time? It had never been something that really interested her - she only joined the Hephaistos familia because Goro had - but it was a way of reconnecting with Goro, and perhaps she might find something she would enjoy. Some specific type of smithing, or craftsmanship.

For a while, she just wandered, looking at the various pieces. They were sometimes functional, sometimes beautiful, sometimes both. She knew some of the basics of how a proper weapon or armor was built, from Goro talking about it, but she didn't understand everything about the craft, so sometimes she would be surprised or unsure if something really worked. As she wandered, sometimes one of the other familia members would speak up, give her a greeting, ask her how she was, and how Noriko was doing. Everyone knew Goro had left the city, but nobody (besides her and Tsubaki) knew that he was dead, so no one asked after him.

After probably an hour of wandering around, whiling her time away, it was Milo who struck up a real conversation with her. He was a catfolk smith who created all sorts of unique and fascinating armors and weapons. Although her husband had taken a dim view of what he produced, Milo had nevertheless made it to Level Two and did make enough profits to actually, properly, get money going. "How's it going, Setsuko?" He asked.

"Ah... it's... been fine," she said, the standard response to such things. Normally when she said it, the person let it go, since she hardly wanted to discuss all the weird emotions bubbling up inside her. Definitely not with someone besides Hephaistos.

"You don't look like it's been fine," he said. "Come on, Setsuko. I know it must be tough, with Gigas away, but you're part of the family. You can talk to me."

She gave him a small smile. "Ah... I'm just sort of... lost for what to do with my time, without Goro. Noriko is out of the house, now, happily living with her new husband and all that. She's very happy."

"Empty days, huh?" He asked. "Yeah, I know what those are like. Back when I first came to Orario, I couldn't get into any familia, much less Hephaistos's, and I couldn't even get started making anything worthwhile. I wound up living in Daedalus for a bit, taking bits of thread, wire, and scrap, and shaping them into necklaces and other baubles for tourists to buy. Luckily, Hephaistos wound up seeing one of my pieces, and I got an actual forge and apprenticeship. You ever try your hand at smithing?"

"Oh, for a week or two, when I first joined the familia," she admitted. "Goro said I was terrible, so I stopped. Especially since I had a baby on the way, and he didn't want me inhaling the dust and all that in the forge."

"Makes sense. Then you've got a tyke to look after. Goro's a workaholic, so I can't imagine that he helped that much with the kiddo."

"I suppose he was," she said. "Though, he did provide for me, so I can't be too upset."

"Whoa, did provide for you? He didn't leave town and you with no money, did he? I mean, don't want to speak ill of the guy, but-" He stopped himself there, as he saw the expression on Setsuko's face. "I'm sure he'll come back, Setsuko, man, that guy loved you. A few times we'd talk with him about going to, y'know, the Entertainment District. Man, things are wild there right now. The Berbera are deciding which familia to join together, making all the different interested gods actually compete on what they're willing to offer, it's driving up prices of the girls, especially the Amazons... trying to get new clients, myself, to make up for it." He paused for a moment, as if trying to remember what had brought him to that point. "Oh, right, well, Goro never took us up on it, ha. He was real loyal to you, he's probably not fucking other girls even now."

She sniffed at that point, feeling a sobbing fit approaching her. He certainly wasn't, what with being dead and all... she couldn't help herself, she started crying.

"Whoa, whoa, sorry, Setsuko, didn't mean to make you upset. Really, Goro's a cool guy, great guy, I'm sure he'll be back for you any day now."

"No he won't," Setsuko sobbed out, sniffing, wiping her face. "He's dead."

"Oh! Oh. Gods. Wow. How'd you- I guess Hephaistos noticed?" Setsuko nodded, sobbing. "You wanna talk about it? I got some hash to take the edge off, if you want it."

"N-no, thank you, just- just give me a moment."

Milo dutifully did exactly that, standing there awkwardly for a few long seconds, before speaking up again. "Let's talk about something other than the late, great Gigas," he said. "Oh, I'm trying to get new clients, and you need something real special to attract new clients, right?" She just nodded, listening as she tried to wipe at her face with the back of her hand. "I had this great idea, see," he said, taking out what looked sort of like a gauntlet, except that the fingers were drawn out into long claws. He put it on his hand and swished through the air, raking at it. "Looks cool, right? Except the metal's pretty crap, so it can't really cut, and plus, I can't sell it for much. This one I actually sold, but I had to take it back when the guy I sold it to bitched. He's a good client, so I know he wasn't bullshitting. Just needs better metal." He sighed at that point, taking off the gauntlet and putting it down. "I can't afford the kind of metal I need, but I'm sure I could sell it to somebody higher Level, if I did."

Setsuko stared at the gauntlet for a moment. "Maybe I could... help?"

"Whoa, Mrs. Iwakari, what do you mean?"

"I have... I mean, Goro was fairly well off, so maybe I could buy the materials for you."

"Ah! That's a great idea, Mrs. Iwakari," he said, bright eyed, his tail beating happily behind him. "I'll pay you back after I sell it, don't worry!" She smiled at that. This was something she could do.

* * *

"Why do you want to buy Adamantite, Setsuko?" Hephaistos asked, her brow furrowed. "I won't stop you, since it is your money, but if you really want to try being a smith, you should start with cheaper materials. I'm not sure you could beat it into shape properly even if you melted it, since your Status is so low."

"Oh, it's not for me. It's for Milo."

Hephaistos's eye twitched at that, her expression instantly darkening. "Is it for the claws?" She asked.

"The- well, yes, it's a gauntlet, with clawed hands, and-"

Hephaistos rose from her own seat. "You can stay here, I'm going to go speak to Milo."

Setsuko sat down. She hoped that she hadn't caused him trouble somehow... just a few minutes later, Milo was yelping as he was dragged into Hephaistos's office by his ear, and Hephaistos kicked the door shut behind her. "Apologize," she ordered.

"Sorry Mrs. Iwakari!" Milo shouted out.

"I... I don't understand?" Setsuko said, concern and confusion and guilt in her heart.

"You see, Milo here, tried to get me to finance that exact same project, except the problem, is that it's moronic!" She waggled Milo's ear. "Which I explained last time!"

"Tigers have claws!" Milo countered.

"Tigers have extremely short claws, for ripping and crushing, along with gigantic muscles! Humans do not even have muscles in their fingers!" She waggled Milo by his ear angrily and he yelped in pain. "Further, since it's a blade for cutting rather than a claw for tearing, you are trying to cut, except that you've quartered the effectiveness of the edge, because there are four knives instead of one."

"You can just make them thinner!"

Hephaistos leaned up to his ear and yelled as loud as she could: "IF YOU COULD MAKE A BLADE THAT THIN, THEN WHY WOULD YOU MAKE IT A QUARTER AS EFFECTIVE? EVEN IF IT HAS TO BE SHORT, JUST MAKE A DAMN KNIFE!" He clenched his eyes shut.

"Anybody can make a knife! They don't attract new clients!"

"If you want something unique, then you could try making a deer horn knife, a design that I showed you the first time you brought this up! It also happens to be more versatile and actually useful! I explained this all to you already! Now apologize to Setsuko, for the very first fucking thing you did to her after finding out that her husband was dead, being to try to con her out of her money in an idiotic scheme that a literal goddess of the forge already explained to you was a waste of time!"

"It wasn't a con! It would-" Hephaistos cut him off by wiggling him by his ear again. "Sorry, Setsuko," Milo got out.

Hephaistos huffed. "Since the only three people who know about Goro's death are in this room, if you tell anybody, I will know, and kick you out of my familia. Got it?"

"Yes, sorry," Milo said, and then Hephaistos promptly kicked him out of her office, closing the door behind him and sitting down.

She took a long moment to take in a breath, then exhaled. "Sorry, Setsuko. He just..." her expression shifted through a few different flavors before she settled on a word, "is an idiot. But people will try to take advantage of you for your money, now that you have it. It is up to you how you spend your money - as long as it's not blatantly moronic, like Milo's idea - but... that good heart of yours might be a bit too big, I think?"

Setsuko nodded, ducking her head as she thought about Hephaistos's words. Was... that why Drake had been so kind... why he had acted the way he had? As if she was incredibly beautiful and sexy, rather than used goods? She bit her lip. Obviously. Why would she have ever thought anything else? She was just an idiot... "I understand. Thank you, Lady Hephaistos. I just... I guess without anything to fill my hours, now..." she trailed off.

Hephaistos's face turned kinder. "I understand completely. If you want to get into that sort of business, you are free to, but, you should probably cultivate some domain expertise first. And start smaller than Adamantite, for much the same reason you should start simpler in the forge. Better to lose on a small bet than a big one." Setsuko nodded.

* * *

After having thought about it, Setsuko didn't think she wanted to become an investor. It wasn't just that she didn't have the head for it, or the expertise. It was that she didn't want to be the person who had to turn down somebody else's dream, which, from what had happened with Milo, she was pretty sure she would have to.

Maybe she should go to the forge... get started on trying that, instead... she sighed. What had happened with Milo had left her feeling so... enervated. She just wanted to lay in her bed for the rest of the day, and that was exactly what she was doing. Hephaistos was right. She did have too big a heart.

There was a heavy knocking at her door, loud enough that it carried all the way up to her bedroom on the second story. She rose from the bed, going down and opening the door, and there was Drake. Her gaze automatically went to his side, looking for her little Noriko, but he had apparently come alone. "Hello?" She asked.

"Hey," he said. "I was hoping we could go out again."

"Oh..." She simply stood there, unsure, fidgeting in place. "I don't know..."

He seemed confused, more than anything else. "I left Noriko back at the Twilight Manor, since I figured that she, ah, might be more a bother than anything else? If you'd like, I can go get her, but she was enjoying herself when I left."

"Oh, no, it's not that," she said, waving her hand nervously. She bit her lip. "It's just..." He was the only man, besides Milo, who knew that her husband was dead - and he had immediately begun to make his move. Was he just more subtle at wringing money out of old widows than Milo was? He clearly liked younger women, judging by the ages of all his wives... the oldest was nineteen. "I don't know... about this whole thing, any more."

He paused, seeming taken aback. "Well, I'm not going to make you do anything, Setsuko, but I would like to know what brought this on. Did I say something? Do something?" He seemed so earnest.

"No, it's nothing you did... I just..." she trailed off, unsure. "I don't want to think bad of you, but... sorry, I feel bad even thinking it now, saying it..."

"Please, tell me," he said. "I don't want to sit there wondering what I did wrong to make you upset, which is what I'm going to do if you don't. I promise I won't get mad, even if you say it."

She bit her lip. Well... "It's just... I'm worried you only want me for my money. I'm so old, and I'm used goods, and-" he kissed her on the lips at that point, making her squeak in surprise.

"You're only a little older than me, Setsuko," he said, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. "And that used goods crap, I don't care about it at all. Haruhime is literally a former prostitute, and the only reason we're not married yet is I wanted to her ceremony to have some proper romance to it." He stared into her eyes, gently tugging on her hand, directing her to take a step outside her house. "Let's go to Hephaistos. I'll be able to honestly say, I have absolutely no interest in your money. I can't honestly say for sure I never will, but I would have to need a lot of money on very short notice for me to ask for any money of yours." He smiled gently at that point, and Setsuko couldn't help but smile back. "I haven't asked Noriko for any, either, and again, I don't anticipate that."

"W-well... okay," she said. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of that first... well, using a god's truth detection ability for such a trivial thing was a bit sacreligious...

* * *

"I have no interest in Setsuko's money," Drake said. "I haven't taken any money from Noriko, and don't plan to. If any of my wives need money for something, I'll pay out of my pocket first. I honestly have no idea what circumstance would drive me to ask Setsuko for a large sum of money, other than... well, no, that wouldn't happen here. I can't think of anything."

"What situation were you thinking of?" Hephaistos asked him.

"Oh. Something like, I wanted to buy a house, but my money was all in investments so it would take a few days to get it out, and by then the opportunity would have passed. I once borrowed a significant amount of money from my parents for that reason. But there's not really any investments in Orario I'd trust enough to feel comfortable with that ask, and I doubt there's anyone I could trust to sell good property at rock bottom prices."

"He's telling the truth," Hephaistos said.

"Oh." Setsuko blushed. "Sorry for doubting you, Drake..."

"No, it's totally okay, I get it," he said, reaching for her hand again, softly squeezing it in his. He had such kind eyes. Her own stung a little as their gazes met. "I don't really think about money that much, since I've always lived below my means. If you do that, you never really have to worry about any given budgetary expense, it's all just - do I really want to waste 200 valis on a nice meal, even though my daily take-home is normally in the tens of thousands of valis, that kind of thing. And the answer is usually no."

"I do have a few more questions, just to make quite sure that Setsuko is in good hands." Hephaistos straightened up in her seat. "Is Noriko okay with this?"

"A-ah, I can answer that, she is," Setsuko said, blushing. "She kept suggested it herself, remember?"

"Yes, but is she really okay with it?" Hephaistos asked, her eye staring straight into Drake's.

"Yes. She actively wants it."

"And your other wives?" Hephaistos asked.

"Cass likes watching me make other women happy, Julia, Erza, definitely. Rei is a little horndog who would be overjoyed if Setsuko so much as let her grope her boobs." Setsuko felt a furious flush appear on her cheeks at that comment. "But also she'd definitely be fine even if not. Lena and Haruhime, I don't know quite as well, but they're also my fifth and soon-to-be seventh wives, so I know they're fine with polygamy. I don't think Lena even understands that some people would be bothered by that?"

"Lena is the Amazon?" Drake nodded. "Probably not. They don't think about it that way, since women do all the work in their society. Talk to Haruhime about it. I want an actual answer on her feelings." She tapped her finger against the table. "So, if Setsuko married you, what would you have her do?"

"I wouldn't 'have her do' anything," Drake said, this awkward expression on his face. "I want her to have a happy life, and she's the one who knows best what would do that."

Hephaistos smiled at that. "I'm not as sure about that as you are, but I certainly appreciate the thought. Setsuko? What do you think would make you happy?"

"Oh... I don't know, my days are so empty now, without Goro or Noriko..."

"Any recommendations?" Hephaistos asked, her gaze sliding back to Drake.

"I mean... if you want my honest answer, I think that Setsuko would probably enjoy being a mother again. I can't know that, but if she wants it, I'd be happy to give it to her." Setsuko felt her cheeks glow at that comment, her eyes turning down towards her feet - or, towards her stupid boobs, really, they were blocking her view of her feet. "Am I wrong?"

"N... no... Goro never... because he was worried about my breasts getting bigger, but I always wanted a big family. If I... if Goro had allowed it... I don't know. S-six or seven?" She squeaked out, nervously. Was that too high? She was talking about children and their relationship had barely started.

"I'd happily give you that many," Drake told her with a grin.

Hephaistos cleared her throat. "A few more quick questions for Drake. What do you like about Setsuko?"

"She's gorgeous-" Setsuko felt her cheeks heat up at that, "-she's sweet, she's kind. She has this vibe that... I want to protect her and make her happy."

"What are your intentions?"

"Make her love me, marry her, pamper her, knock her up as many times as she wants." Setsuko felt her cheeks turn scarlet at that point, her heart thundering in her chest. He was so brazen! And there was a goddess right there, so he had to be saying the truth.

"And your family? Who are they? Still on good terms?"

"Oh." There was a long silence. "I loved them, spoke to them regularly, spent time with them, but things happened and I got separated, physically, from them. I'm pretty sure I won't see them again for a long time, if ever, but I know they're safe. Well, as much as you can know that about anybody you haven't seen in months."

"I see. You don't seem too broken up about it."

"It happened in a really weird way, and a private one, too, no offense."

"And where do you see yourself in the future?" Hephaistos asked. "Five years, ten years from now?"

"Five years," he said, letting out a long breath as he just blinked, staring into the middle distance. "God, I can't believe I haven't crunched the numbers yet. Okay, three months to Level Two. Ais is Level Five now. She joined the Loki familia eight years ago, she hit Level Two a year later, that's 7 times as long for 3 times as many levels, so... a year and a half to Level Five, seven or eight years for Level Twelve, so probably about Level Ten in five years, Level Thirteen or Fourteen in ten," he settled on.

She snorted. "You certainly don't lack for ambition."

He shrugged. "That's just my rough estimate. Cass hit Level Three after the Ishtar fiasco, so I figure it won't be that long before I do the same."

"The only way to reach such a high Level would be to plumb deep into the Dungeon - deeper than anyone currently alive has gone. Even killing Ottar could only possibly get you to Eight."

"I guess we'll be going really deep into the Dungeon, then," he said. "I mean, the other option I can see is trying my hand at crafting."

Setsuko giggled at the comment, and Hephaistos snorted. It was a funny idea, to just randomly go from being an adventurer in the Loki familia, leveling at an unmatched speed, and then become a smith. "You're serious?" Hephaistos asked.

"It makes good money, apparently, and I'm pretty sure I'd have a good talent at it, if I put my mind to it. I was trained as a mathematician and worked as an author, plus, I..." he trailed off for a moment, thinking about what to say. "Well, I don't think it's easy or anything, but my first career path was accounting because it made money. Smiths seem like they make more money than adventurers."

"That's because the work's harder than adventuring," Hephaistos said levelly. "Since it's both adventuring, and producing work of high quality. It's not something you can dally your way into."

"I don't mean to offend you, Lady Hephaistos," he said, with a small bow of his head. "It's simply that, I want the security that money can buy, and smiths clearly have plenty of that. I've transferred career paths twice - what's a third time?"

"Hmf." Hephaistos crossed her arms. "You're lucky I'm a kind goddess, or I'd bar you from marrying Setsuko just for treating true artifice like it's something any dabbler can pick up."

"As a person once praised for his own art, I know that the only way to truly become good at anything is to practice incessantly. If my words implied I thought otherwise of smithing, then I apologize."

Hephaistos simply stared at him for a long second, then sighed. "Setsuko, he's earnest about it all, and about you. If you really don't mind that he's a polygamist, than do what you like with him. If anyone asks, you can tell them that as part of his physical separation, Goro said that you were free to look for another man, and not to let him stand in the way of that - he did, even."

"What, seriously?" Drake asked.

Hephaistos smiled. "He even recommended you, if you can believe it."

After a moment, Drake spoke again. "I definitely can." To Setsuko's ears, it was the most obvious lie that had ever been told in the history of the world. She couldn't help but giggle at it. Drake took her hand at that point. "You don't mind me leaving now, then?"

"Sure. I have better things to do than deal with you anyway."

* * *

Drake had been so wonderful that day, and Setsuko felt her heart lighten from all the nice things he did. He paid for everything, even for silly things like shopping for clothes for her. He kept suggesting more risque clothes, though she got the impression that it was as much for her sake as his - that he wanted her to be more confident in herself, and sexy clothes were part of that. She still couldn't quite bring herself to wear anything too crazy, but... after his insistence... she was now wearing a different brassiere, one that was much more comfortable, but also left her tits looking much bigger than they ordinarily did. She felt truly obscene, and she could feel the eyes of every passing person on her bust, as the pair of them walked back to her home like that.

It was so embarrassing. Drake told her it was because she was so beautiful, but she had a hard time believing that. When they arrived back at her home, she let him inside, and he... well, he really went at it, again! He gave so much focus to her breasts, playing with them, teasing her nipples, licking them, sucking them, even fucking them again, telling her how beautiful they were, how beautiful she was, and all sorts of sweet nothings that, even having had it confirmed by a goddess, she had a hard time believing.

Of course, he was larger than Goro, and he made her come so much more. Ordinarily, when Goro made love to her, she would only come two or three times... when Drake did it, she would come twenty or thirty times for each time he came, and even after coming, he just kept going! At some point, he said he had to take a quick nap, and she let him, winding up lying in bed as he lay there, naked, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and sweet like that, she admired it for a few seconds, before she got up to go make the two of them something to eat for when he woke up.

There was a certain spring in her step as she got up, she had to admit. He really was so good at that, and she wound up cooking wearing nothing but her underwear and an apron. She felt so obscene, so ridiculous, but she thought he would like it, and she did want him to like her... even if part of her still refused to believe he liked her.

When he woke up, he wolfed down a meal with her, gave her a long, firm, tongue-filled kiss that made her hearts do somersaults in her chest. His hands sank into her butt as he kissed her, and she actually wound up coming, just from that, moaning into his mouth like some wanton whore, her knees clacking against one another. "Do you want to go back up to the bedroom?" He asked her, when the kiss ended.

She did.

* * *

Drake hadn't actually gone to sleep with Setsuko - apparently he slept less - but she woke up that morning to find his naked body wrapped around hers. His arms around her stomach, below her overly-large breasts... his cock, half-erect in his sleeping state, pressed into her back. She had gone to sleep wearing just her underwear, and she felt so embarrassed about it, but it was comfortable, especially with that new brassiere that he had bought for her. Maybe she could wear it around the house? She certainly wasn't embarrassed wearing it when it was just her...

She bit her lip. He had been so nice to her. She had come... oh, she couldn't count it. Lots. She should do something nice for him. She gingerly tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp, even pushing him onto his back. Since he was high Level, she expected him to rouse, but he didn't. His cock did begin to harden again, though, and she stared at it, blushing as she did. She could r-ride him? Be on top? But... he'd been on top every time, maybe he wouldn't like it...

Ahh! She frazzled her hair for a second or two, frustration overcoming her. She didn't know how to have sex! She was thirty four and she only knew how to lie there and get screwed! She was so pathetic! The fact that Drake was (apparently) attracted to her anyway was unbelievable!

He had liked her breasts, right? She gingerly undid her bra, letting her breasts fall free, and gulped. W-well, if he didn't like it, they could do something else once he woke up... she wrapped her breasts around his cock, feeling his massive, throbbing length in between them. Heat spread from her cheeks down to her breasts, as she started to... sort of push her breasts around his dick. It was just so big. She exhaled, staring down at that throbbing length of his, and a moment later, her fingers started to sink into her breasts, pushing them tighter around his cock. Her pussy throbbed, and she took in a deep breath through her nose, then leaned forward, quietly wrapping her lips around his tip, where it popped out from between her breasts.

He groaned a bit at that, his length twitching in her mouth. His eyes fluttered awake, though he still looked tired, he wore a smile on his lips, his hand quickly reaching down to run through her hair soothingly. "Thanks, Setsuko," he breathed out, and she smiled nervously up at him, popping her lips back up off his cock to speak, as she did her best to massage it with her breasts.

"You're welcome, Drake," she said, her cheeks glowing. "W-well, you made me feel so good, yesterday, and the day before, and- and you really do seem to like me, so... I thought I would be nice to you, too..." His hands reached down for her breasts, fingers gently pinching and teasing her nipples. She bit her lip, squirming in place, her fingers tightening on her breasts, her eyes crossing for a long moment.

Then an orgasm hit her, her thighs quivering as her pussy juices leaked all over the bed, like the obscene woman she was. A sort of quiet bliss overtook her, as she knelt there, fingers sinking into her breasts as she gasped for air. She stared up at Drake, and... and she felt something for him that was more like what she had felt for Goro. Up until that point, she had liked Drake, and thought he was sweet enough, but now, there was something different in her heart... she hadn't imagined these feelings blooming so fast, so suddenly, but everything that had been happening made it clear that he cared for her, so why shouldn't she love him back?

She leaned forward, feeling so ungrateful to him now, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and sucking noisily, her cheeks hollowing wetly, her head twisting from side to side. Her hands on her breasts became more intense, rubbing it one way, then the other, and he was soon groaning in response to her touch, his hands on her breasts getting a bit crazy, her eyelashes fluttering as her tongue flopped and twitching against his dick. She could feel the warmth in her cheeks, all those intensifying feelings of love and lust mixing together with her previous feelings of inadequacy to drive her absolutely wild in her behavior, to make her act like a wanton whore, despite her inexperience.

"You're so beautiful, Setsuko," he told her, shifting his hands to grasp the back of her head, holding her in place as he leaned up. "Fuck, every bit of you, is beautiful," he said, his hands reaching over her, finding her buttocks, groping and squeezing it for a few seconds. One of his fingers slipped inside her panties, finding her soaking pussy, and he started to play with that, too. "God, I think I love you," he breathed out, and she came at that, her heart pounding obscenely hard in her chest, her eyes crossing as she felt pure bliss overtake her at those words.

Inside her mouth, she went wild. Her tongue slapped and licked his tip, teased his slit, her cheeks suckling hard, applying pressure to that beautiful, wonderful cock of his. Goro had hated blowjobs, after her breasts became so obscene, so she wasn't too experienced, but she did know at least a little, and apparently that was enough. She twisted her head this way and that as Drake just leaned over her, pressing his muscular, handsome, sexy stomach directly into her forehead as she did her best to please his cock with her breasts and her mouth.

Of course, even though she had done this whole thing in the first place to pay him back for all he'd done for her... she was coming repeatedly. His fingers in her pussy stroking along her lower lips, the taste of him on her tongue, the feeling of his great, throbbing, massive length inside her breasts, it was all so intense, it sent shivers up and down her spine as she worked. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth in a frothy mix as her eyes lidded and she lost herself in the moment. It was like her first few months with Goro, before she had gotten pregnant and her breasts had become obscene, sweet serenity and love and sex and mutual care... except that she didn't think Drake would ever stop loving her for the size of her tits.

A mewled moan escaped her throat, vibrating his cock as her hands sunk into her breasts, squishing them tight around his cock. He grunted himself, hips bucking, his cock popping in and out of her mouth for a long couple seconds, before at last, he began to spurt. A slightly sweet taste coated her tongue as she felt him ejaculate in her mouth, hot spunk spraying all over her mouth, staining her palate with his flavor. She gulped down what she had in her mouth, popping back and up. His hand left her sex, as she moved to stare at him, her panties now thoroughly stained with her juices, so much having gushed out of her obscene body that her inner thighs were stained with the scent.

He just smiled at her, his expression warm, and he leaned in to kiss her on the lips again. For a few moments, they frantically made love to one another's mouths like that, tongue against tongue, lip against lip, saliva trading mouth, the distinctive flavor of his lips and his mouth completely leaving its mark all over the inside of hers. When he broke off the kiss, the flavor still stained her mouth as she stared into his eyes, love in her heart.

Love. She loved him. It was so ridiculous, she couldn't possibly say that out loud, he would think she was some harlot who just proclaimed her love at the slightest provocation! "Ahm... what do you want to do now, Drake?" She asked him, a glow on her cheeks as she acted like a schoolgirl.

"I think that I want to hear you say three little words," he said, gently teasing her lower lip with his thumb. Three little-? "I love you."

Her eyes stung for a moment, her heart doing somersaults in her chest all over again, so wonderful and pleasant. She spoke up herself, panting a bit as she did. "I love you too," she said, the words rolling out of her in a gush. He smiled at that and kissed her again. She was in heaven. Goro may have died, but she had found someone new, and kinder, and more loving, and she knew in her heart that she would be happy.

Chapter 40 is available on my Subscribestar at this link, Chapter 41 at this link, and Chapter 42 at this link. It includes, among other things, Drake getting married again, a timeskip and the beginning of the next story arc. All three are available for just $3/month. This will be updated irregularly, but hopefully at least once per week.