Object of Worship (2)
“…So that’s what happened.”
On a sparsely populated street, I nodded after listening to Mela’s confession.
She had carefully wrapped the whole thing in her limited eloquence, but in the end it boiled down to this: finger masturbation alone wasn’t enough, so she had gone and bought a sex toy.
Even after hearing the full story, though, I still couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. The reason was simple—the condition of the thing she had bought because her fingers no longer satisfied her was…
“So this is what you bought?”
I muttered, staring at the dildo that flaunted its massive, imposing form. No matter how you looked at it, wasn’t this skipping way too many intermediate steps from fingers? Just thinking that something of this caliber hung between my own legs made the absolute advantage I held in the competition among males feel painfully real.
Mela couldn’t answer. She only flushed crimson.
“Augh…!”
Embarrassment and shame must have hit their limit; she even let out a pained little sound. I half-wondered if she might actually die of mortification on the spot.
But Mela wasn’t the only one struggling. I was every bit as lost as she was.
What the hell am I supposed to say at a time like this?
I was the one who had created this mess in the first place. I racked my brain for words that wouldn’t hurt her further… no, she had already been hurt plenty. No matter how hard I searched for something that wouldn’t dig into the wound, nothing came to mind.
Caught buying a dildo at the most sensitive age possible? And not just any dildo—a large, beautiful, extra-large model. Honestly, getting caught watching porn looked mild by comparison.
No words of comfort are going to help, but…
I decided to just offer some anyway. Whatever I said wouldn’t mean much.
Having settled my thoughts, I looked at Mela. Her face was a tangled mix of embarrassment, shame, and a touch of guilt—the look of someone whose masturbation tool had just been discovered by another person, and a male colleague at that.
“It’s okay.”
“Huh?”
I spoke to the blankly staring girl.
“You can buy stuff like this. What’s the big deal?”
A girl who had only just opened her eyes to sex could easily get lost in the thrills of masturbation and end up buying a toy, right? Of course, the real problem was that the first toy she bought was endgame-tier…
“….”
Mela looked at me, then dropped her gaze again. Yeah, it probably wasn’t landing.
Feeling awkward, I changed the subject.
“…This is a bit much to say, but isn’t this way too big for a first try? There’s such a thing as moderation….”
Looking at it again, the thing was vicious. Length, girth—no matter how you sliced it, this was not a virginity-graduation model. Even a brothel ace would probably struggle with something like this.
Mela’s face went scarlet as she shouted,
“I-I wasn’t going to use it for that!”
“What? Then what were you planning to use it for?”
Was there any other use for a dildo? I thought hard, but nothing came to mind. At this size you could probably swing it as a blunt weapon, but no way she was that crazy.
When I just kept staring, Mela answered in a shrinking voice.
“Ju…st… that….”
“Just what?”
“Like… a decoration, I guess? Just looking at it is enough….”
“….”
In other words, it was for heightening sexual excitement. Having said that much, Mela flushed even deeper. She seemed embarrassed the moment the words left her mouth.
“And for the first time… not something like this….”
She glanced at my lower body. Her intention was so crystal-clear that my precious little buddy almost reacted, thinking it had been summoned.
I’m going insane.
Listening to a colleague’s future sexual plans in broad daylight was starting to feel suffocating.
“Alright, hang in there. I’m going.”
Just as I was about to leave, thinking she had recovered a little,
“Wait.”
Mela stopped me. Strong resolve shone in the eyes that met mine straight on.
“You know this whole thing… has some of Hex’s fault in it too, right?”
“Yeah.”
Honestly, it was one hundred percent my fault. I felt the full weight of that responsibility.
Mela stepped closer and asked again.
“Then… can you listen to a little of my unreasonable request?”
Unreasonable? What was she about to make me do? I nodded. Given her usual personality, I didn’t think she would demand anything too extreme.
“Then… close your eyes.”
Eyes? A flicker of unease ran through me, but I had no choice. I closed them.
As I stood there with my eyes shut, I felt Mela’s hands caress my face. The touch of those small, warm hands made me go rigid. I already had a pretty good idea what she was aiming for.
Make me close my eyes and start touching my face—it’s obvious.
But what pressed against my mouth was something smooth and hard. Startled by the foreign sensation, I tried to pull my head back, yet her hands held me firmly in place.
Splash.
A water-like sound accompanied the cold liquid that touched my lips.
“Drink.”
…It shouldn’t be poison, at least. Trusting Mela’s nature, I opened my mouth and drank. After two sips of the tasteless, odorless liquid, her hands finally left me.
Is it over?
I carefully opened my eyes. Mela was watching me with a tense expression. She stared for a long moment, then spoke.
“Um… it’s the real thing, right?”
“…?”
When I simply stood there, not understanding, she fiddled with the empty bottle and muttered,
“This really does work….”
From her reaction I could piece it together. The witch who sold adult goods, the potions that witch sold, and Mela treating my stillness as completely natural. It had to be some kind of hypnosis potion.
But Mela, drugs don’t work on this body.
What is she trying to make me do by feeding me even this?
The situation was too amusing to pass up, so I decided to play along.
“Um, then….”
Mela spread her arms wide.
“Please hug me.”
For a split second I nearly broke character, but I managed to hold it in. I opened my arms in return and pulled her into my embrace; she wrapped herself around me just as tightly. It felt a little like committing a sin against a girl who had completely trusted me and surrendered her body, yet I could compromise with myself.
This much should be fine.
If she found out right now that the potion hadn’t worked, how mortified would she be? Better to move exactly as she wanted for the time being.
After a while Mela pulled back and tilted her head.
“Hmm.”
As if checking something, she touched her own lips, then reached for my face. Holding it between both hands, she examined me carefully, almost scrutinizing every detail—then pressed her mouth to mine.
Lips met lips. I caught the scent of her skin.
I never thought it would go as far as a kiss.
Looking at her now, Mela was quite the little pervert herself. Then again, thinking it over, this was partly my responsibility too. Hadn’t I planted a warped sexual concept in her through big-dick worship?
But that was that, and this was this. As the only halfway-normal adult in this party, I felt a duty to guide this young girl toward a proper view of sex. We already had two lust-crazed monsters in the group; I couldn’t afford to lower the ratio of sane people any further.
So I planned to pretend the hypnosis had worn off the moment the kiss ended. Yet when our lips parted after that light kiss, I was the one who froze in surprise.
“….”
Mela was looking down at me with heated eyes.
I had underestimated her. Because of her quiet, demure personality, I had even underestimated the desire she never showed. Perhaps, of all of us, Mela’s sexual appetite was the strongest.
Yet contrary to that tension, she did nothing more.
“Hmm.”
Instead she kept glancing back and forth between the dildo and me. What was I supposed to do with that thing—slap her cheek with it?
When I simply stood there, she spoke.
“Please take off your pants.”
Ah. I get it.
Since she had gone to the trouble of buying the thing, she probably wanted to check which one was bigger. Fine. I’ll show you the real deal.
With that thought I yanked my pants and underwear down in one motion. My little buddy, free at last, proudly raised its head for the first time in a while. Kid, no matter how many times I see you, you’re reliable as hell.
“Augh…!”
Mela covered her eyes with both hands. She seemed embarrassed the moment she actually saw it.
…Or not.
Looking closer, she was peeking through the gaps between her fingers, carefully examining my cock. After a moment she lowered her hands and walked right up to me. Wanting a better look, she brought her face close, staring so intently that she finally closed her mouth and swallowed hard.
Gulp.
The mere sight of a male’s mark must have made her body react; saliva was already flooding her mouth. Even after a few seconds her open lips still glistened wetly.
“This side is more….”
Mela began to caress me. She touched it with her fingertips, rubbed along the shaft, as if testing which spots made me feel good.
Squish, squish.
When precum welled up and made sticky sounds, she suddenly stopped and took a step back. I had just started to enjoy myself, so I looked at her with open regret—only for her to begin undressing.
She slipped off her short shorts, then even her pure-white panties, fully exposing her sex.
“….”
A thin strand of fluid still connected her underwear to her folds. Standing there with her crotch completely bare, Mela took my hand and guided it to herself.
Her intention was unmistakable.
Finger play.
To put it crudely, she wanted me to finger her.