Priscilla (2): The Trap of Pleasure
Throughout history, East and West, on Earth or in this other world, a woman’s body has always been one of the ultimate symbols of beauty. As a man who already possessed three stunning beauties, I had, with the bare minimum of conscience, stuffed those primal desires into the boxes labeled instinct or barbarism and looked away. Yet no matter how many excuses I piled up, the male creature inevitably had his gaze stolen the moment a woman’s bare skin shimmered before his eyes.
The sleek white limbs, the supple fingers—those were only the beginning. When her straight nose flushed crimson with embarrassment and she turned her head away, the delicate line of her neck seized my heart in an iron grip. My eyes slid downward as if licking every inch from her collarbone, and there they were: the generous, swelling hills.
Larilura’s—Priscilla’s—bra fastened in the front. The top, parted to both sides, thrust forward as though proudly displaying a deep valley no man had ever been allowed to see. Even the bitter cold of January’s first day felt lukewarm against the heat of alcohol and arousal. I exhaled a breath thick with the scent of liquor, driven by the yang energy surging from my core.
“……Senior? Senior♡?”
Tap, tap. Priscilla stroked my waist with a face that said she was beside herself with joy.
“Is this… your answer to my question?”
Her smooth hand clung to the underwear I had already half-removed. With every stroke, my long-dormant senses flared to life; my swollen cock twitched as if ready to burst. Priscilla peeled my underwear down like she was unwrapping a Christmas present.
—Throb.
“……Wow♡”
Her eyes widened at the rigid shaft that sprang free. To a virgin who had never known men, the sight of a cock standing arrogantly toward the sky must have looked grotesque. Still, her hesitation was brief. Her neatly manicured nails gently scratched the tip of my urethra with open curiosity.
“……Kh.”
“……Ahaha♡ Ufufu?”
When I clamped down on the moan triggered by that switch-like pleasure, Priscilla smiled with pure happiness. Her face, sweet and melted like ice cream, overflowed with satisfied delight.
“Seriously, what is this♡? A few hours ago you were calling me a total slut, yet down here you’re being completely honest?”
Her lips brushed my cheek, almost close enough to kiss. Priscilla giggled, then leaned up to whisper in my ear.
“Per-vert♡”
Stroke… stroke…
Her touch was hopelessly clumsy as she ran her hand along my length, yet the insufficient pleasure felt unbearably stimulating right now. Priscilla seemed to feel the same; dissatisfaction flickered in the eyes that had been toying with another man’s cock.
“……Hmph♡ This isn’t enough.”
Muttering loud enough for me to hear, Priscilla slipped out from beneath me and climbed on top instead.
—Squish.
Her sitting position was a bit awkward for a proper cowgirl, but the uncontrollable excitement was unmistakable in the way her mound pressed against my thigh.
“Sorry, Senior. Since we’ve come this far, I’m going to be a little more cheeky, okay♡?”
With both her top and bra discarded, Priscilla’s pink nipples stood perky and adorable. She unfastened her skirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing but white stockings and panties—a half-naked state that somehow looked even more obscene than full nudity.
But of course, no matter how much she increased the exposure, a girl who had never properly seen a man’s naked body before couldn’t possibly know how to give real pleasure. And there was no way I could simply lie back and watch after coming this far. No—in fact, lying there with my eyes wide open would make me the idiot.
“……Hoo.”
I exhaled the alcohol in a single breath and sat up. I pulled Priscilla, who had been about to remove her stockings, into my arms. She froze in surprise, mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
“Who are you calling a pervert?”
I cupped her chin and lifted it, meeting her eyes as I flicked her stiff nipple with my finger.
“You’re the one who kept calling me ‘Senior, Senior’ and following me around. The moment I reached an age where I wouldn’t refuse, you even planned to pounce on me, didn’t you?”
“……Yeees~♡ That’s right~?”
Her affirmation came without the slightest hesitation. A formidable opponent indeed. I gave a wry smile, watching Larilura’s eyelashes flutter like a wagging tail.
Chuu…♡
Still holding her chin, I sealed her lips with mine. Priscilla wrapped her arms around my neck without reservation and thrust her tongue forward first. Passionate to the extreme.
“Mwah…♡ Slurp… Haa… Hyat?!”
While kissing her, I slipped my hand inside her stockings and panties. My fingers dug into the damp mound. I pressed firmly around her entrance, coaxing her excited clit to stand. The pink nub poked its head out without resistance.
“Priscilla. Stick your tongue out more.”
“…Ah♡ Mmph… Mmm, ngh…. Y-yes♡”
Priscilla was so filled with anticipation for her first time that nothing else seemed to register. Her lower body, soaking her virgin pussy with love juices, trembled violently as she rubbed her folds against my palm.
—Gush, gush.
“Hah…♡ Ngh…♡ Haaauuu….”
Even when I pulled my hand away, she refused to let me go. Priscilla licked my alcohol-flavored tongue with her hot one as if savoring a gourmet meal, even swallowing the drool that spilled from her mouth. Her virgin pussy, tight as expected, clenched and fluttered cutely, begging for more, more.
At this point it was practically a fully prepared feast. Or rather, a feast she had set out herself. Since she had planned this from the beginning and dragged me here, she felt no fear or resistance toward her first night. Priscilla’s body tangled with mine from head to toe, as if it had been literally waiting for this very moment.
“Mmh, hah…♡”
The bold caresses suddenly stopped. I knew why.
“Ah♡ Haaek, S-Senior. You’re too good at this♡ It’s completely, ngh… different from when I do it alooone…♡”
—Squish, squelch♡!
Instead of the mouth that had been too busy kissing, Priscilla’s pussy now eloquently declared exactly how much she was feeling. Her inner walls clenched tightly. Even with my eyes closed I could feel how hard she was squeezing; my fingers felt almost crushed inside her.
I chuckled.
“When you do it alone?”
“……Ngh!”
If even I thought the question sounded malicious after saying it, how must it have felt for Priscilla? I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, which had frozen as if struck by lightning.
“When did you do it alone?”
“……W-why are you asking that? Can’t I do it a little by myself? That’s a violation of privacy, you know?”
“Privacy, huh. If you’re going to make that excuse, you shouldn’t have used us as masturbation material.”
“…………Eh?!”
—Startled!
Priscilla jolted in her seated position. I grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and pinned her limbs like restraints. Where do you think you’re running? I trapped her right leg under mine and pulled her left leg up until it touched her own chest, holding her tight. Even spread wide, her tightly closed pink pussy remained shut.
Having her arms and legs completely restrained in the brief moment she let her guard down, Priscilla stared at me with her mouth agape, utterly stunned.
“When was it again? Back when we were still staying at the inn? The soundproofing was so bad that the noises of me having sex with my wives reached your room… That was the first time, wasn’t it?”
“H-how, how, how did you—?!”
Priscilla stammered, jaw slack. I smiled and rubbed the folds that had nearly made me cum moments ago. My hand slipped inside the white stockings as if returning to its rightful place. The pussy that had been eagerly awaiting the resumption of my touch sucked on my middle finger like lips.
“How? Even back on the ship, when Franc, Dana, and I went swimming and got horny so we snuck off to have sex, you followed us secretly.”
“……Hic.”
Priscilla actually hiccupped from shock. From her now defenseless pussy, I could gauge exactly how much space one of my fingers needed. Those few inches of tight passage were surely the same space she used when relieving her own desires.
“I wasn’t completely sure whether you actually masturbated after following us, but judging by how quickly you get wet, it doesn’t seem like this is your first time touching yourself.”
Of course. I had teased her by treating her like a child, but even in this world where sex education was tragically lacking, a nineteen-year-old would know about masturbation. People say exercise is the best remedy for blue balls. If you twist the logic a little, it means that when an active person has energy to spare, their sexual desire rises again—just like how retired athletes suddenly develop enormous appetites.
This was the boiling sexual desire of a girl who had just passed through puberty, suppressed by a tight performance schedule and communal living. I was almost impressed she had endured it with nothing more than a finger.
“……Ah. A-ah, aah……”
That was my perspective, of course. Priscilla was clearly feeling something entirely different. Her face turned deathly pale, lips trembling so badly I worried she might be contemplating suicide. She had been caught masturbating in secret by the man she loved. And the material had been his lovemaking with the older girls she knew. If our positions were reversed, I would have wanted to die too.
I found even her deathly pale face adorable and chuckled. Our junior, face drained of blood like a rusty machine, stammered.
“U-um… Senior? D-do the older sisters… know about that too?”
“……Franc probably knows 100%. Dana, I’m not sure. Veronica sees you disappear often, so you’d know better than me.”
“Haaauueeeuuu……”
Priscilla hung her head with a face like she wanted to die. Just moments ago she had been thrilled that her plan was working perfectly. She had gotten the wives drunk and successfully dragged me to a room she prepared in advance. She must have felt like she was manipulating me in the palm of her hand—only for the positions to reverse in an instant. A natural reaction.
She had planned to seize the initiative and maintain the upper hand against someone far more experienced, but that was never going to happen. I plunged my middle and ring fingers into the pussy that was eagerly sucking on me.
“……Huuuugh♡!”
“It was thrilling when you secretly masturbated, wasn’t it? Honestly, I bet the excitement was even higher than now. How does it compare in reality?”
…Squish, squelch, stir, stir.
I slowly imprinted upon Priscilla’s pussy the feeling of pleasure waves that refused to be controlled by her own will, as if letting her taste ecstasy drop by drop. This was a lesson in the flavor of masturbation. Wasn’t it an adult’s duty to educate a child who didn’t know the ways of the world?
“Hegh…♡! Ooh…?! Hiiiiigh! Hik!”
—Slurp.
As my fingers entered her, Priscilla’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. The pussy she had developed herself panted like a bitch in heat even under my rough handling. She could never have imagined that her carefully crafted plan would become a suicide goal that cornered her completely.
“T-this…! This isn’t fair…♡! My, my head feels like it’s going crazy…♡!”
—Tremble!
Her soft legs flailed, trying to escape my embrace. Suppressing the sadistic urge rising within me, I pinched her twitching clit.
“Huuugh! Ahh…♡! Hah!! Haaauu!!”
“Tell me. Between when I touch you and when you masturbate—which feels better?”
“Ah…♡ Haah…! Kuuungh…! S-Senior’s…♡ touch feels, so much better…!”
“Really? Then you won’t secretly masturbate anymore, right?”
Being used as someone else’s masturbation material felt strangely repulsive even if the person was Priscilla. I pressed firmly on the roughest, most sensitive spot inside her that reacted most violently, and her waist twisted wildly from side to side as if I had flipped a doll’s switch.
“I-I won’t! I won’t ever do it again♡! When I feel like I’m going to cum, I’ll beg Senior to make me cum!!”
“Good girl. Then you may cum.”
But at this rate the others might wake up. I silenced Priscilla with a kiss, then lightly circled the protruding part of my fingertip around her folds.
“There. Done.”
“……Huuugh♡!! Hnngh?!”
—Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!
Priscilla’s pussy gushed love juices exactly as I had calculated, like a lock yielding to its key. With fingers grown more sensitive as the alcohol wore off, I had timed her right at the edge and pushed her over. She must have realized by now exactly whose palm she was resting in. A single, casual stir of my hand at the end had made her climax in earnest. The sense of defeat must have been overwhelming.
“Ooh…♡ Huuuugh…. Haaaeek…♡”
—Rustle.
When I released her tongue and pulled back, Priscilla panted with her tongue hanging out. Sweat-dampened bangs covered her eyes; between the disheveled strands, her completely melted gaze blinked hazily.
“……Huu, huu…. Senior, that was really mean…♡ Don’t you feel even a little guilty about doing this to someone who only just got her adult card…?”
Having regained some composure, Priscilla pressed her thighs tightly together, holding her lower belly as she glared at me. I kneaded her stocking-clad feet as if to say don’t talk nonsense.
“That’s rich. What kind of adult plans to pounce on a man the moment she turns nineteen and uses him as masturbation material?”
“You’re so mean……”
Priscilla flopped down as if all strength had left her. Her stockings and panties were so soaked they looked like a drowned mouse; washing them wouldn’t make them wearable again.
—Glance.
While breathing heavily, Priscilla stole a look at my still-erect cock. The veins stood out angrily; it showed no sign of satisfaction. Even with minimal sexual knowledge, she couldn’t fail to understand what came next. As if one orgasm was nowhere near enough, Priscilla peeled off her ruined stockings.
“It’s completely different from what I imagined… but, whatever. It would be too shameless if I was the only one who felt good, right? And honestly, I want you to know just how much I like you, Senior.”
Priscilla hugged her knees, mumbling random words as if embarrassed. From her slightly raised hips, transparent love juice glistened obscenely. Our masturbation-addict junior trembled the corners of her mouth, yet still flashed that same cheeky smile as always.
“My virginity that I’ve cherished my whole life just for you, Senior… will you accept it?”