The captain's quarters were located on the first floor of the aft deckhouse. The second floor housed Mona's navigation room and the washroom.
Only a wooden deck separated the two levels. Though solidly built, the nature of the material meant soundproofing was less than ideal. Any louder-than-usual activity downstairs would inevitably be heard clearly above.
Mona had complained several times about the poor sound insulation, but there wasn't much to be done. It was a ship, after all limited in material options, and rooms needed to remain somewhat acoustically open in case of emergencies.
So Mona had learned to endure it. Whenever the noise from downstairs or the washroom got a little too lively, she'd quietly excuse herself to the dining hall or find somewhere else to be.
She couldn't win, but she could walk away.
Now, however, that problem had shifted to Tifa.
Fresh from a bath, her generous figure still glistening with droplets, she was met with a haunting wail echoing up from below.
It wasn't 2B or Mona. That voice belonged to Ada Wong the newcomer who had only joined the ship that afternoon.
Already? Tifa blinked.
They hadn't even known each other half a day, and things had already gone that far?
Tifa frowned. Ada's impulsiveness bordered on reckless. She hadn't even taken the time to get to know Ethan properly, yet had leapt into something so intimate. It made Tifa question whether Ada's mission was truly to protect the captain or simply to become his concubine.
Still, relationships were personal. And Tifa had no right to interfere.
Suppressing her irritation, she dried off with a soft towel, slipped into a tank top and shorts, and headed back to her room.
As she opened the door to the dining area, she was met with the sight of 2B clad in nothing but a thong, her curvaceous figure bent over the fridge as she rummaged through it.
Noticing the movement behind her, 2B turned, pulled out two bottles of orange juice, and closed the fridge.
"We're out of barley juice," she said plainly. "Could you mix me a fresh drink?"
"Sure," Tifa nodded. "Just get the ice ready for me."
"Alright." 2B grabbed cocktail ice from the freezer and handed it to her, then sat down at the bar counter's high stool.
As Tifa polished a shaker and a glass, she spoke distractedly. "Don't you mind? Ethan and Ada... doesn't it seem a little too fast?"
"Why would I mind?" 2B asked, puzzled. "It's common for exceptional males to have multiple mates. It increases the likelihood of strong offspring."
Of course, none of them could truly bear children. They came from different worlds. Despite appearances, their genetics were incompatible in ways that no intimacy could overcome.
"I get what you mean, but... still, it's just been a few hours."
"Does it really matter if it's half a day or two?"
Tifa opened her mouth but had no response. Her cheeks flushed red. She had no real counterpoint.
After all, she had benefited from Ethan's uninhibited approach to relationships too.
She didn't press the matter further. Instead, she focused on mixing the drink, her large breasts gently swaying with each shake of the cocktail tin.
"As crewmates, it's actually a good thing," 2B continued. "It gives her a sense of belonging and builds rapport quickly."
"Maybe you're right," Tifa murmured. Framed that way, it didn't seem quite so unpalatable.
Everyone here was just trying to live.
Tifa poured the shimmering amber cocktail Starfall Canyon into a lowball glass over ice and set it before 2B.
"That's the last of it. We'll need to restock in the next town."
"Went fast," 2B said, sipping it gently. "Feels like I barely got to enjoy it."
"You had one in the morning, one in the evening, plus another with lunch and dinner. How much do you think is enough?"
"Still feels like nothing."
After finishing her drink, 2B lingered a while longer. They chatted idly until Mona walked into the dining room with a pillow and a book in hand. She nodded in greeting and entered Tifa's room.
2B turned back toward Tifa with an inviting tone.
"Why don't you come along? It's a good chance to deepen our bond with the new crewmate."
"N-no thanks," Tifa waved her hands quickly. "You go ahead. I'll pass."
"You sound just like Mona now," 2B said, stepping around the bar. She hooked her arm around Tifa's and pulled her close, hugging her ample chest against her and dragging her toward the door.
"Wait! Wait! Your drink you're forgetting your drink!"
"Oh." 2B reached for it without letting go, denying Tifa any chance to escape.
2B's strength was incredible. There was no getting away.
Tifa sighed in resignation. Please don't be too awkward.
When the door to the captain's quarters opened, they were immediately greeted by an entangled pair.
Ada had wrapped herself completely around Ethan arms and legs locked around him like a serpent, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Even so, the stimulation hadn't dulled. A serpent's body was made for motion, and the pulsing, undulating pressure she provided was something no ordinary woman could match.
Hearing the door, Ethan lifted his head from Ada's lips. He blinked in surprise when he saw Tifa tugged in by 2B, her face tinged with embarrassment.
Still, it was a good surprise.
He knew Tifa had her reservations about Ada, but her presence here signaled something promising.
An opportunity to break down walls.
"Here's your juice," Tifa muttered.
"Thanks," Ethan said, taking it and downing half the bottle. He offered a few sips to Ada, then extended a hand to Tifa and pulled her forward. She let out a startled cry as she was swept onto the bed right into Ada's arms.
Ada understood immediately. Her legs slipped from Ethan's waist and looped around Tifa's instead, locking her in place.
Pressed against Ada's generous chest, Tifa gasped. Ada lifted her tank top and grabbed hold of her breast with curiosity and awe.
"So soft... so full. What did you eat to grow these? Got a secret recipe?"
"I don't know..." Tifa groaned as Ethan thrust up into her, stealing her breath. "They just... grew a lot after puberty."
"Impressive," Ada said with open admiration.
Though Ada's bust easily surpassed the average in the East, measuring at least a D+, Tifa's figure still made her feel inadequate in comparison.
In admiration, Ada lowered her head and latched onto the plump fruit, biting gently as if to draw out nonexistent nectar.
"Why is everyone like this..." Tifa murmured in exasperation.
Ethan, still deep inside her, took hold of another breast and gave it a squeeze. "It's your charm. No one can resist it."
"Exactly," 2B whispered from behind him. She wrapped an arm around Ethan's neck, kissing him deeply while watching the motion of his hips with hungry eyes.
After a moment, 2B reached out, guiding him gently away from Tifa and into her own waiting embrace.
She eased him in slowly, letting him fill her completely.
Then, in the quiet of her mind, she began to count carefully keeping score to make sure everyone got their fair share.