SUddenly have a sudden craving for Iowa. Might update this for a bit.

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Oh blimey.

I've seen it a couple of times now, but those...she's still quite the sight.

"Ahh…this is great…" Iowa sighs like an old man. I notice the water level rising as she slowly and delicately puts her massive body in the bath. I can see her white skin quickly reddening from the heat, flushing her face as her expression turns into that of pure bliss.

My heartbeat is rising up. Quite the normal occurence while inside a hot bath, of course, but it's been getting faster than usual lately.

"Hm? What is it?"

I suddenly realise that I've been staring at a single spot on Iowa's body for a little bit too long.

"It...it's nothing."

Nothing? Really? That's my excuse?

The normal me would've said something more eloquent, like mentioning the eye-catching mole that marked Iowa's otherwise flawless skin just under her left breast. But for some reason, my brain can't even keep me from stuttering.

Fortunately, my sister does not suffer the same mysterious symptoms I do and decides to interrupt.

"So, Iowa-chan, you once had a bath like this installed in you, right?" asks Kirishima. "Carrying your president and all that?"

"No, nothing like this." answers Iowa. "It was kind of a slap-dash, really. After all, it was supposed to be a secret mission…"

I take the distraction from Kirishima as a chance to avert my gaze and calm myself. In the process, I accidentally point my eyes towards the only other group in the bath.

The destroyers.

You know, I still feel weird calling these cute little girls 'destroyers'. Such an inelegant, if functional, classification.

"We expect that we will soon upgrade our entire mid-range AA to 3-inch guns. If so, then a lot of our old 40mm will be coming to Japan by the next year." Said Cassin Young, who somehow still manages to look prim and proper in the bath.

"That's going to be nice." says Fubuki, her black hair missing her usual ponytail. "I've got one of my turrets removed to install more 25mm guns, but my gain in plane kills has been abysmal, so to say. Definitely not worth losing two guns."

"Nana, you're okay?"

I snap from my daze and turn my head.

And is suddenly faced with Iowa's eyes, literally sparkling just a few fingers away from my nose.

Iowa's eyes have always fascinated me.

They're flawless, without any blood vessels or bumps visible on the surface. The whole things look like they're made of glass marbles, the kind that children used to play with. Her irises are monotone blue, with the yellow star patterns inside strengthening their likeness to the aforementioned children's toy. I can't see any hint of pupils.

Frankly, these eyes would look creepy on any other person, since they resemble those of a lifeless doll, but Iowa bears them with such vigour, darting them all over the place like a baby, always taking in new information, always curious.

They're mesmerising.

"Nana, are you alright? You look a bit stiff..." Iowa asks. I need to punch myself mentally to start speaking again.

"Eh, I'm fine, child. It's just my joints, see."

Being old as sin has its advantages, I guess.

"Want me to massage you?" Iowa asks, her eyes shine even brighter.

"Uhh. that won't be necessary." I answer immediately, feeling my core temperature rising up fast. The water must be a little bit warmer than usual today.

"But I'm very good at taking care of old ships. My crew still remember a thing or two from when I was a museum." Iowa follows, her voice hopeful. "Only a bit, though. I can barely remember things past 1945."

"As I've already said…"

"Aww, come on!"

Iowa moves in closer, her eyes gleaming with an almost supernatural affection.

I'd need to be the devil himself to refuse that kind of face.

"I guess it's fine once in a while…"

"Yay!"

Iowa moves to sit right beside me, her hip and part of her bottom flesh touching me.

"Oh? This should be good." Kirishima comments.

"We'll start with your back, is that fine?"

"I guess…"

"Great! Now sit in front of me, please."

What.

"I mean, it's not ideal. I'd prefer to put you on a padded table, but I can work without."

Well, balls. I guess I've lost my chance to say no.

Slowly, I move my butt over and set it in front of Iowa, who herself sits with her long legs opening wide to make enough space for me. Her knees are bent, yet they still reach the level of my head.

Blimey she's huge.

"I'll begin now, okay?"

I sigh, somewhat exasperated by the sudden turn of events.

"Go ahead, champ. Let's get this over wi-"

My mouth suddenly locks up mid-opening.

It's not just my mouth. The moment Iowa's fingers touch me, my entire upper body immediately tightens.

"Wha...aah~"

I keep trying to speak, but I can't control my jaws. The air that comes through my slack vocal chords just makes some strange, unintelligible noise instead.

"Oh...wow." Kirishima utters, looking at me with an indiscernible expression. I must be making a really weird face right now.

"How is it? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"N...no." I struggle to say. "Just...could you go s-slower?"

"Hm? Lower? I guess I can."

I damned my own shivering lips as Iowa moves her hands lower on my back, just behind my armpits.

"Hm? You know, Miss Kongou, you're the kind of person that looks slender in clothes, aren't you?

"...huh?"

"I mean, your breasts are quite big for your body, aren't they?"

"Not as big as yours, though." I say, forcing myself to deliver my words clearly this time. I need to regain some dignity, dammit.

"Hm, but I'm very strong, you see."

"Are you calling me a weakling now?"

"No, it's just that for me, the weight doesn't affect me all that much, but for you…"

Without warning, Iowa circles her left arm around my waist and moves it up, supporting my breasts from below. I immediately feel a great tension being relieved from my back.

"How's that? Does it help?"

"Yes, surprisingly." I say, meanwhile calming my breath. "Funny, I've never noticed how heavy they are."

"Most don't, until their spine got bent into a weird angle once they hit 40."

"Well, I don't exactly age anymore, but thanks anyway."

"You're welcome. Now let's continue, shall we?"

"Eh? Wait…"

Before I can say anything, Iowa has begun to resume her work. Her hands moving even lower on my back.

"Hyaaahn~"

I try my hardest to keep my mouth shut, but my jaws are beyond my control.

"Oh, my." Kirishima comments. "This...this is kind of...adult."

"Hm? What do you mean?" Iowa says confusedly. "We are adults. Even me. Technically."

Well, there goes my dignity as an older sister.

I guess I can't really escape now.

I'll just chalk this up to my long list of 'things I enjoy but will surely regret later'.

"Aaahn~"