Byleth's Boobs Are Too Big 2: The Double Take
The sauna had expanded its base of operations, increasing room size, and adding more space in general. It had also introduced a new spa for students and faculty alike to bathe in at their leisure after any hard-fought battle. In addition, the archbishop had recently ordered the installation of massage rooms after popular demand. Naturally, the sauna had become quite desirable over the winter. Everyone wanted to go in to take a bath in natural hot spring water, get a proper massage, or simply enjoy the heat of the sauna itself.
Byleth was no exception.
She gently closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief once her back was rested against the door of one of the massage rooms. She had begun to frequent the massage rooms in particular after every battle; it was difficult to lead a house, teach a class, take the frontlines in combat, and manage everything gracefully. However, the thing that made it all the more difficult for Byleth wasn't the mental pressure, nor the politics behind every battle, nor even the paperwork involved after every attack.
The most difficult part of her job was the ability to do everything with her massive boobs in the way.
Swinging a sword as a man compared to swinging a sword as a woman with double G cup breasts was very different. Every enemy she cut down, every quick turn she made to check on her students, every jump, every order barked, there was strain, tension, pain. Even slumping forward on her desk to finish paperwork was a hassle. Her back was an absolute trainwreck that needed a massage. To be fair, she was probably the only woman she knew that had knocked out an enemy mid-combat with a strong, accidental boob-slap. Still, the cons heavily outweighed the pros.
The professor pushed herself off the door and approached the massage table in the center of the room. There was a set of towels on top of the table as well as some open bottles of aromatic scents. A couple of planters could be found in each corner of the room. There were already lit candles illuminating the room, though not completely. It was only bright enough to see her nearby surroundings and herself.
She carefully began to strip herself, comfortable enough to not criticize her own body in the dark. It wasn't that she hated her body generally speaking, but rather she couldn't decide how to feel about her breasts. Though Byleth was not someone who whored for attention, she had to admit it was nice to have boys and men alike fighting over her, even if it was just to glance at her chest. Strangely enough, it made her feel womanly and wanted. Other times, however, it was too much. With such massive breasts, she felt more like a cow than a woman. They weren't breasts, they were udders. It also came with the detrimental staring that the opposite sex couldn't help. And the comments: milk tanks, jugs, melons. Yes, she can remember all the nasty things they would say when they thought she couldn't hear them.
But that was simply how things were. She had it made it this far and she wasn't going to let her breasts ruin the rest of her life.
Besides, she had something to look forward to today. A massage.
She laid herself face down on the table, completely naked. She blindly reached for one of the towels and tossed it gracefully over her butt. She was ready. Her massive breasts threatened to spill over at the edges of the table due to being squeezed between the table and her body weight. The feeling of her side-boob sticking out so much was uncomfortable and was a reason she never slept on her stomach.. er, chest.
But today was an exception. Today was massage day.
The masseuses the sauna offered were professionals and were excellent at the services they provided. The church made sure they were well compensated for their work. Byleth, however, chose not to have one of the sauna's own work on her. There was no rule saying massages had to be provided by a masseuse. Instead, Byleth had requested someone she personally knew to massage her instead.
There was a gentle knock at the door. A man's voice followed. "Professor? Are you decent? May I come in?"
"Yes, please do." She responded weakly. Perhaps it was the atmosphere or the anticipation of absolute bliss, but she already felt relaxed. She knew she was in for a good time.
Dimitri quietly entered the room before closing the door behind him. In his large hands were holding a number of smaller oil bottles. An additional towel draped over his left arm.
"It seems as though you are ready, professor."
There were a few reasons as to why Byleth chose Dimitri to massage her in private. For one, he was strong. His strength was optimal in loosening up tight knots in her back. Dedue, Raphael, and any other strong student could break up certain knots with enough time and pressure, but who other than Dimitri could do the same with only a pinch of his thumb and index finger? The prince could push and pop parts of her body she didn't even know were tight. Another reason was that he knew what he was doing, as it wasn't his first time massaging her. He had come a long way since she first suggested the idea. Blushing, denial, stumbling upon words, the whole thing. But after enough prodding, Dimitri yielded and massaged his teacher. Then he massaged her again. Then again. Each time he became more comfortable with the idea of massaging another person. He became more confident with her body each time he touched her. He knew her curves, her sensitive spots, what tickled, what hurt, what she didn't like. In a sense, he knew her body better than she did. Of course, they still had boundaries; he had never touched her inappropriately and he never touched her in any place she hadn't explicitly told him to. The final reason she chose Dimitri… well, if she was being honest…
He was easy on the eyes. It didn't take much for her to fantasize about her student. Oh, how she sometimes wished for him to just pin her up against the wall and-
"Professor?"
Byleth blinked a few times. She was glad her student couldn't see her face. "Ah, yes. I'm ready."
The blond nodded and walked over to her. He carefully placed his equipment on the edge of the table near her feet. "I'll start in the usual way." He began to quietly narrate his actions, putting Byleth more at ease. She was melted butter by the sound of his hushed voice. It was so… masculine.
She heard him open up one of the body oil bottles before he squeezed a generous amount into his hands. "I'm not an alchemist, but I was told this oil would let the muscles loosen up a bit more than most. A fair warning, professor: I was also told it was cold."
Byleth hummed, a semi-slutty smile forming on her face. "Then you'll have to make it up with your hands and warm me up, won't you?"
Dimitri still couldn't see her face, but the way she said that statement forced him to blush. "Of course."
A small chuckle escaped his professor. "Don't be so rigid, Dimitri. I know it's my massage but you should feel relaxed too."
"R-right."
A pair of powerful hands landed on Byleth's back. She nearly jumped at the coolness of the oil but relaxed immediately to convince her student to start rubbing. It didn't take long for the oil to warm up, causing her whole back to feel comfortable and loose. She fought the urge to moan but lost that battle as she realized her vocalization froze Dimitri for seconds at a time. He was so cute. So…
It was then, a very immoral thought crossed her mind. A very, naughty, immoral thought.
Today's massage would be different.
"Lower, please."
The masseuse stopped at the command, but then quickly obeyed. His hands glided down from her upper back to her mid-back.
"Lower."
Another stop, this time longer. Fortunately for Byleth, he obliged. His hands were now on the small of her back. She let out a rather sultry moan, but it was short enough for Dimitri to not question it.
"Lower."
Now Dimitri questioned it. "...Professor, are you sure about this?"
"I am." Her reply came rather quickly.
"But…"
"Yes, that would be my butt." She said as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "You don't have a problem touching my butt, do you?"
Byleth swore she heard Dimitri's brain short-circuit.
"Uh, I, uh, w-well, um-"
"Dimitri, it's only another part of my body." She began with the authority and confident voice of a teacher. "It's really no different than my back or arms."
The prince wasn't fully convinced, but he didn't want to let his professor down.
"I can't do it myself." Byleth raised her head from the table briefly. "I trust you to do it for me. Can you do it?"
"...Yes, o-of course."
Check.
She couldn't help but let a sly smile form on her face as she put her head back down. If she kept this up, maybe, just maybe, her fantasy wouldn't remain just a fantasy.
She felt his powerful hands slide under the thin towel covering her butt. He wasn't sure how to massage this part of the body, so he began doing what felt natural and cupped each one of her buttcheeks, slowly feeling and gliding his hands across to create friction. His actions earned him another sultry moan, this one much longer. Goddess, she melted at his touch.
If the heat from Dimitri's flushed face wasn't going to kill him, embarrassment would.
He continued to rub for several minutes before Byleth ordered him to stop. He thanked the Goddess at the command. The woman lifted her head up again and uttered another command.
"Let's switch to the frontside now. My boobs are sore. Massage them please."
Byleth was incredibly satisfied with her masseur's reaction. His face flushed further at the word "boobs". He probably couldn't even say the word himself.
"P-professor! I can't!"
"Oh?" Her voice was so calm compared to his. "Why not?"
"W- a man cannot touch a woman like that! I-I- not-"
She placed a finger on his lips. Once silence was achieved, her calm voice took over again.
"Dimitri, I am your instructor. It is my job to make sure you become comfortable and confident in your actions, on and off the battlefield." Her eyes were determined, her face stoic as usual. "If you don't have the courage to do this, then I've failed you as a professor."
Suddenly, her face softened, her fingers now moving to cup his cheek. "I don't want my star-student to fail. Do you?"
In a seemingly trance-like state, Dimitri responded. "No… of course not." Resolve overtook his shyness. He was still bashful, but he couldn't let down his professor!
Checkmate.
"Have you ever seen a pair of boobs before?" She sat herself up, covering her nipples with her forearm as the towel that covered her butt was shifted to cover her lower front side.
"...No." He admitted, not daring to look her in the eye. She smiled. He was so innocent.
"Here, take a look. You'll have to get used to it."
As soon as she released her breasts, they dropped down and knocked over one of the oil bottles that Dimitri had brought. The oil spilled all over the table and onto the floor. The oil had spread out rather quickly and, as luck would have it, reached one of the candles on the floor. The oil immediately ignited and set the floor and table on fire. Byleth yelped and quickly jumped back, covering herself again between her towel and her arms. The fire grew and spread to the other candles. The collective flames grew large enough to reach the other oil bottles and increase the fire's size in a positive feedback cycle. The once relaxing massage session was now a blazing inferno.
The last thing Byleth remembered before she passed out was the image of being carried out of the building by Dimitri, bridal style.
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Dimitri could hear Seteth yelling at Byleth out in the distance. The newly renovated sauna wasn't cheap, and the fact that the whole building had burned to the ground was a painful reality for Seteth to accept.
The blond prince sulked further into his new infirmary bed. He couldn't help but feel responsible. In spite of the numerous second-degree burns he suffered and the fact he was unable to properly stand up for the next couple of weeks, he felt worse about the situation overall. He had several bandages around his body as well as a number of ice-packs. On his right was a table with a small tub of cooling cream to help him fight off infections. Manuela would apply the ointment on his skin every four to six hours.
"She brought'cha here too, huh?"
On his left was Caspar. Dimitri's injured classmate had bandages wrapped around his forehead as well as bandages wrapped around his groin. His left leg was raised up by a sling attached to the ceiling.
"Oh Goddess," Dimitri looked at Caspar's groin. "Did the professor do that to you?"
Caspar's visage suddenly became gloomy. "It was her boobs, man. One look and… I almost died."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. Professor Manuela said it was a cranial, uh, an… aneurysm? Yeah, I think that's what it's called. She said it could've been fatal!"
Dimitri brought his bandaged hand to his chin. "And I almost died in that fire… Caspar, I am starting to think the problem isn't the professor."
"What do you mean?" The blue-haired student glanced over.
"I think… I think it's her…" He struggled to say the next word, "boobs."
"That's what I'm saying!" Caspar jumped in his bed. "They're dangerous!"
"Oh, Goddess…" Dimitri came to the horrifying realization as he sat up in his own bed, "I think her... I think her boobs are too big. They are putting the students in danger!"
"We have to protect everyone!"
"Yes, of course!"
The two stared at each other.
"...Maybe after we can walk again."
"...Agreed."