"Forgive me.  I am not familiar with this kind of treatment." Iku tensed as she stood up, carefully removing her hands from her long penis only when she had turned away from her Captain.  How in the world could Hima not notice and cry out in abject horror and revulsion at her subordinate's slightly larger than average flaw?  Even her family only really dealt with the issue by just not talking about it, and their separation now likely had a great bit to do with that and her profession as a trained killer.  It was then that she knew that the moment Hima saw what she really was, the show would be over.  The only hope she would have for relief from the humiliation would be death in the line of duty.  They would not dare write any insults next to her name on the stone...<br/><br/>She did her best to avoid turning toward her commander until she was sure that she was behind her, and then carefully positioned herself behind her boss.  She carefully bent over, careful to remain mindful of her penis's position relative to her Captain, and felt her hair from end to end to get a good idea of where it is.  She began the washing process with ease.  It was easy to stick to the hair washing, but there was only so much hair washing she could do before she would be expected to reciprocate the breast touching.<br/><br/>Carefully reaching down for the body wash, she took things slowly and gently as she started to lather up the body wash on Hima's stomach before working her hands upward slowly to gently massage her breasts.  She felt her length tense again, and fought the urge to take one hand away from bathing to rub some of that wash in across her penis.  For all of her restraint and skill, her lack of experience in situations like this would be her downfall if she did not get done with this as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>She felt an odd sort of envy both at the size of her Captain's breasts and at the grace in which she dealt with this situation.  Did her combat training and her toughness make it easy to resist sexual temptations while engaging in them with others?  If only it was so easy for Iku to stay calm and collected after a massage like this...<br/><br/>The young archer almost gasped as she realized just how poorly trained she was in this matter, and her mood soured.  She stopped her fingers from moving.  Their association had begun with a deception.  Fear and a little bit of resentment grew in her chest.  She was being manipulated.  And it felt horrid to realize that this woman with her lewd fancy of other girls could easily be faking care.  What did it matter to such an unwholesome woman if one girl would never look at her again?  Every friendship and relationship becomes less valuable as you establish more and more, after all.  What person cares if one bridge burns if there are countless others?<br/><br/>She removed her hands from her commander's chest, stood, and turned away.  She kept her voice down, but she spoke with iron, "Captain, is this some sort of test?"