Alone at Last
Even while eating the room-service dinner, even while sipping coffee afterward to pass the time, and even while seeing the President off after she suddenly contacted someone and announced she would return before tomorrow’s dinner, I honestly couldn’t focus at all. Neither Harpy nor I were so oblivious that we failed to understand what the President’s remark about giving us time alone truly meant.
I knew it was a rude thought, but my mind was completely filled with wondering when the President would finally leave. Whether during the meal, while drinking coffee, or while seeing her off at the entrance, Harpy stayed glued to my side the entire time. Thanks to that, every time our shoulders brushed or I caught her sweet scent, I found myself half-losing my mind. I had to keep mentally restraining myself from pouncing on her right in front of the President.
“Ah… She’s gone.”
“…Yeah.”
But now, that restraint was no longer necessary.
“……”
She didn’t say anything in particular. She simply stared straight into my eyes with her bright pumpkin-colored irises.
“Ah… Uuu… Ung-ssi…”
She’s… staring so much…
Even so, my intentions must have been perfectly clear, because a warm blush rose across her soft cheeks and her eyes began to smolder with heat.
“Haa… Haa…”
With neither of us speaking, our breathing grew audible in the quiet room. Every time she exhaled her heated breath, her moist, slightly parted lips drew my gaze like a magnet.
“……”
I wanted to kiss her. Deeply. I wanted to devour those damp lips until lewd sounds filled the entire room, licking and sucking while teasing her inexperienced tongue until she didn’t know what to do. And even if I did, Harpy would never get angry. She would be happy instead. Besides, there was no one left to watch us now.
So… of course I should.
Thud.
When I placed both hands on her rounded shoulders, she trembled sensitively at my touch and lowered her head along with her wavering eyes, as if preparing to accept whatever came next. How obedient she looked…
When I pulled her shoulders toward me and took one more step closer, the space between us disappeared completely.
“Hic…”
“You need to lift your head, Harpy.”
Along with the soft warmth of her ample breasts pressing against me, her sweet scent rose from within my arms.
“Y-yes…”
Because of our height difference, she couldn’t kiss me while looking down. At my request, her face—now flushed a deep, ripe red—turned up toward me.
“You’re really beautiful…”
“…Uu?”
The words slipped out. I hadn’t planned to hide them anyway. Seeing her blush so earnestly every time, her trembling eyes and quivering lower lip… that sight alone made me feel the thrill of control, and even a faint sense of conquest. Of course, the cuteness and loveliness followed naturally.
S-she just… called me beautiful…
The fact that this wasn’t an act but something that came from the heart was especially moving.
As I slowly lowered my head toward her lips, Harpy trembled in my arms and tightly shut her eyes. It wasn’t fear. It was an adorable reaction born from anticipation of the thrilling, pleasant things she was about to experience.
However…
“…!!!”
“….!”
Click…!
“Ah, I forgot my wallet.”
Because the President suddenly opened the door and came back in, we both jumped apart as if we had been caught doing something wrong and could only glance at each other awkwardly.
“Hm~? Why do you two look like that?”
Of course it’s a lie, but look at these two. They were about to go at it right in the hallway.
“…It’s nothing.”
“Really~?”
We hadn’t actually done anything wrong, yet somehow it felt like we had. The President casually walked between us, pretending to pick something up in the living room, then walked past again and put on her shoes. I could have pointed out that she hadn’t actually taken anything, but I didn’t have the composure for that right now. I just wanted her to leave quickly.
Look at that face. He’s practically begging me to hurry up and go. Hehe…
“Weren’t you in a hurry?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course I am. Though I doubt anyone’s in more of a rush than you right now, Ung-ssi. Hehe.”
“……”
“Ahem, ahem… Hup, puhuht, ahem.”
Whoa, Harpy’s in big trouble today. Ung-ssi looks seriously pissed… Ehehe…
“Well then, I’ll really be going now?”
“Can I lock the door?”
“Ahaha… I’ll be back later.”
Thud.
“……”
“……”
The mood had been completely shattered. Not that my desire had cooled, but trying to rebuild the atmosphere from scratch was giving me a headache. Earlier, things had flowed naturally because I simply acted on impulse. Now that I was consciously trying to recreate it, everything felt awkward.
“…Shall we go to the bedroom first, Harpy? We should shower too.”
So for now, I decided we should head to the bedroom. The place itself would help set the mood. In a room that contained nothing but a bed, the conversation would naturally head in that direction. Though doing it in the hallway might have been novel… that would have meant the entire hotel corridor hearing her moans. I had no particular interest in letting others hear Harpy’s seductive sounds.
“Um… Ung-ssi.”
“…?”
“Th-then… it’s been a while since we… together…”
Oh… Was this a suggestion from Harpy herself? Together doing what…?
“You said you liked it when I washed you…”
Ah… Harpy crossed her arms beneath her chest and deliberately bounced her arms and shoulders, making her most powerful weapon sway right in front of me. It must have taken quite a bit of courage on her part. The sight wiped every other thought from my mind.
“…Yeah.”
I love you, Harpy. With all my body and soul, I truly love you…
Physically and mentally, my mind was filled with nothing but the thought of making love to her.
*
Splash…
Click, click.
Drip… Drip…
After finishing a refreshing shower in the unnecessarily spacious bathroom of what appeared to be a hotel suite, the woman gathered her flame-red hair and shook the water from it a few times before pausing to admire her reflection in the mirror. Her sharp, fierce eyes gave off an intimidating impression, yet when she smiled, even those aggressive features turned provocatively seductive—proof that she had been born with a beautiful face. Her long, slender limbs, narrow waist, and the elastic curves along which water droplets slid were so well-maintained that it didn’t feel strange when she struck several poses in front of the mirror.
However…
Her arms bore hideous burn scars that stood out like ugly flaws.
“…Fuck.”
Fwoosh…!
The moment she saw them, irritation flared. A thick vein bulged on her forehead as her red hair whipped around and flames of heat rippled outward before vanishing. These scars on both arms were from half a year ago, when she had been driven into a corner while fighting a damn fox and a wolf. She had overused her abilities and ended up burned by her own power. She had managed to escape, but the fact that such hideous marks now marred her once-perfect body filled her with rage.
“Huu… I shouldn’t make faces. I’ll get wrinkles.”
She fixed her expression and forced a smile that, because of her sharp eyes, looked more like a mocking sneer. Then she loosely draped a shower robe over herself—leaving the front untied—and walked out.
In the living room, a small distorted window showed the interior of an abandoned building. She leaned toward it briefly, searching for someone.
“…!”
A figure with dull purple-black hair and a small frame was crouched in the darkness. At the sound, it flinched and stood up. Because she had been forced to overuse her abilities repeatedly, dried bloodstains clung messily around her nose and mouth.
“Hey. Shower in five minutes and crawl to my bedroom.”
Without the slightest trace of pity, the woman gave the order and flicked her fingers before turning her back and heading to her own room.
By the time roughly five minutes had passed since she lay down on the soft bed, the sound of the door opening reached her.
Clack, clatter…
The purple-haired girl crawled into the bedroom on all fours exactly as ordered, looking like a drowned rat. Though she had the appearance of a young girl, her body—completely bare—was clearly that of an adult woman. She simply hadn’t grown properly because she had never been fed or cared for since childhood, leaving her short and undernourished. Her already thin, frail frame was covered in scars and bruises, evoking pity. Fresh nail marks—her own—were scattered across her still-wet skin. She had scratched herself while frantically scrubbing in the shower, terrified that any smell would earn her another beating.
“……”
Even so, she crawled onto the bed with vacant, unfocused eyes and waited for the next command. She wasn’t even allowed a shower robe—only the heavy restraint collar around her neck served as clothing at this hour.
“What are you doing? I already taught you.”
“…Yes.”
Swish…
Her purple-black hair spilled down as she lowered her head and buried her face between the woman’s legs. She began the act of service she had been forced to learn through harsh punishment. After thoroughly wetting her lips with saliva, she had to rub and lick the woman’s slick folds with her tongue for dozens of minutes until her mouth and jaw went numb.
“Ahnngh… Hic…”
Chuuup… Chup, lick, slurp, chuup…
“Kuhh… Hah…!”
Watching the trash desperately lick between her legs like a dog, the woman twisted her body in pleasure at the childish sense of superiority it gave her. She regarded the girl as nothing more than a convenient masturbation tool, but the girl herself thought that if she tried hard enough, at least she wouldn’t be hit. It was better than nothing… She was long past the point of caring about dignity.
“Yeah, a little more to the side… Ahh…”
For a while, only the woman’s sweet moans and the obscene wet sounds echoed through the bedroom.