Risk Level <7> : Dorothy
"..."
The Management Team Leader, returning empty-handed after following the withdrawing field team, spotted a tall woman waving at her.
"Heard the story—Woong went home, right?"
"Well, that's how it turned out."
Her front was wide open, sports bra and cleavage fully visible, matching the casual way her ash-gray long hair spilled loose. Up close, the strong scent of cigars clung to her. The woman called President knew the Management Team Leader's hobbies well, so she looked quite pleased to have fresh material to tease with.
She followed her all the way to the Management Team Leader's combined living quarters and office without asking permission, and the other didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
After hanging her suit jacket and the clown mask she'd been wearing on the coat rack by the door, she walked over to one corner of the wall.
"I hate admitting it, but things went exactly the way the Field Team Leader wanted."
"Huh? You met Miho too?"
"Yes. She might knock Woong-ssi down and climb on top of him before long."
She gathered her flowing blue hair and tied it back, then pushed lightly against the wall. A hidden narrow room appeared.
The President showed no surprise, as if she'd already known. She simply grinned and indulged her own desires while admiring the beautiful form of the blue-haired angel.
"Uhe... That aside, this room still feels unpleasant no matter how many times I see it."
"I'm merely doing my duty as Management Team Leader."
The cramped space was packed with countless screens, the only sound the constant hum of machinery. Its dark, cold atmosphere alone could make anyone uneasy, but the real reason the guest found it unpleasant lay in what those screens displayed.
They formed the Management Team Leader's personal surveillance network, monitoring the every move of the art museum's key personnel. Aside from the response team leader with dangerous abilities and a few individuals with keen senses of smell, everyone here could see exactly what they were saying and doing.
"Uh... Isn't this the gym I sometimes drop by when I go out?"
"Correct."
"Hmm. I'm glad you're watching my cool side, but it still feels unsettling."
Moreover, the cameras were hidden. None of the people on screen showed any awareness of being watched. From bedrooms to bathrooms—even places that should never be filmed—the footage was enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
Yet there was no surveillance feed for the most important target: the Counselor. Founder-nim had fixed that location, making intrusion difficult, and even if cameras were installed, the cat with the sharp nose would quickly find and destroy them. Those two probably had no idea how narrowly they had escaped having their mating session voyeured.
"You... This is a mental illness, isn't it?"
"It might be."
She tried to jab at her, but the Management Team Leader simply answered calmly while rechecking multiple angles of the footage around the Counselor's house. Elise sighed inwardly.
She was in a position to somewhat understand this scene that didn't match the name "angel." She couldn't fully imagine the shock of betrayal from the person one trusted most, but she hadn't expected that personality—one that couldn't feel at ease without confirming everything personally—would develop into such a twisted hobby.
Maybe she shouldn't have given her the Management Team Leader position and left her in the field team instead...
She didn't trust others blindly. She only allowed an appropriate distance after confirming and testing them.
Of course, aside from this bad habit and her less-than-kind attitude, her convictions and altruistic nature were genuinely worthy of being called angelic.
..So she hoped a truly trustworthy person would appear for her. She herself, whenever she looked at that pretty face, found herself drooling and knew she couldn't earn deep trust.
"There are especially many screens showing Woong. Are you that concerned about him?"
"Of course I'm concerned. I even got shot. It really hurt."
"Hmm... That did happen."
She remembered clearly. The entity that created singularities by making others believe lies. Michael's authority neutralized every ability and copied physical capabilities equally, allowing fair duels with anyone. That was why modern firearms in ordinary human hands had been so troublesome for her.
When she arrived, the Counselor was already charmed, and the only targets whose physical abilities she could copy were the frail special entity and the Counselor himself...
Looking back, if Observer or Founder-nim hadn't intervened, it would have been a genuinely dangerous moment.
"But it wasn't intentional, right?"
"I know. It was just something I said. I'm genuinely interested in Woong-ssi."
"Huh...? Really?"
"He offers both body and mind to every female entity he meets. As Management Team Leader, it's the outcome I wanted from the Counselor, but... I still can't quite understand it myself, so my eyes keep drifting there."
Aha. That kind of interest... It was a shame, but if she was interested, she should probably be happy about it.
"It seems like if you connect with Woong-ssi through abilities, you can directly feel and confirm that sincerity... I'm curious."
*
"Kyaaang, kyak, kyahaang..!"
Thud! Slap! Slap..!
"Kyaaht?! Don't pull my tail...!"
While I kept slamming my hips against her plump backside, I grabbed the tail swaying annoyingly in front of my eyes and gave it a firm tug. Her insides clenched sharply, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
"Uhergh.."
"Kyaaht...?"
With a wet squelch, her walls twisted and squeezed as if trying to milk me. My body pitched forward and I collapsed on top of Nero. She lost her balance too, and we ended up sprawled together for a moment—yet my cock remained buried deep inside her.
Squelch... Squelch.. Squelch... Squelch, Squelch.. Squelch..
Pressing my weight down on the prone Nero, I started thrusting again. The new angle rubbed different spots, sending fresh waves of stimulation through both of us.
"Huk, huk... I'm gonna cum inside again, Nero... Ugh.."
"Inside... feels so good..."
Slap, slap slap slap slap slap slap slap..!
Squirt squirt squirt squirt squirt squirt, squirt..!
The second round felt completely different because of the position change. The urge to finish rose fast. I sped up, stirring the leftover semen from the first load inside her and producing filthy wet sounds. With one final, hard thrust, I buried myself to the hilt.
"Grgh..!"
I hugged Nero tightly and emptied everything I'd been holding back straight into her depths.
Squirt squirt squirt, squirt..! Squirt..! Squirt squirt..! Squirt, squirt...
The messy sound of excess cum overflowing from our joined bodies was deeply satisfying.
"Ghahaaht... Ghut, oh.."
Sizzle..! Sizzle..!
Her insides trembled pleasantly through her climax. Matching her twice in a row made it impossible to deny how perfectly compatible we were. Her sharp nails had shredded the thick sheets beneath her, and I shivered at the thought that my back would have suffered the same fate if we'd been facing each other.
"Huk.. Huk, that felt amazing... Nero."
Squirt..! Squelch, squirt squirt..! Drip, plop.
After only two rounds I already felt a little spent, more than usual. Nero was still sprawled on the bed, twitching in afterglow, so putting it back in right away felt wrong...
"Oh.. Gut, haak.. Ahek, haeak..."
I brought my cock—glistening with our mixed fluids—right in front of Nero's slightly unfocused eyes. She sniffed obediently, then stuck out her soft pink tongue and began licking me clean.
"Ahe.. Master's.. smell... like... like... like..."
It was a bit thoughtless, pushing her like this while she was still riding the heat of the moment, but when I saw one of her hands slip between her own legs and heard the wet sounds start up again, any lingering guilt vanished. I simply enjoyed the pleasant service.
"Hlup, chup, haup, nyaup.. Nerup, chup..."
"This is... haa... what..."
I'd expected it to feel good, but this was almost on the level of Scarlet-ssi's blowjobs. Honestly it was more licking than sucking, she didn't take me very deep, and her technique was still rough—yet the rough little bumps on her tongue more than made up for everything, driving the pleasure straight through me.
Usually oral lacked that final push without going deep into the throat, but with Nero I felt no such shortage.
"Haum, churup, chup... Chup..."
'Master's smell... is everywhere... my head feels dizzy... happy... like it... feels so good... tasty...'
Even the occasional prick of her fangs brushing against me while she moved her head clumsily sent shivers down my spine. I gently stroked her head, and her ears perked up happily under my palm.
..This female was genuinely pleased.
"Ugh, that's enough. I'm hard again."
If she kept going I might cum too soon, so I pulled my hips back. She followed with her tongue still out, looking thoroughly lewd.
"Huu... Raise your hips again."
She lifted her butt toward me with eager little movements.
Squelch.. Squelch...
"It's touching... Ghahut.. Hek.. Heek.."
"You're making full female noises now."
"Don't... tease me..."
Her swollen, flushed entrance—messy with white fluid—gaped hungrily. I pressed the head against it and rubbed between her folds. She panted, voice thick with anticipation.
"Provoking me and then falling for it is my fault too, but... you'll have to take responsibility with me."
"Hyak, hak... Master... hurry... hurry..."
"..No need to rush. The night is long. And my vacation lasts until the day after tomorrow."
Twitch..
Understanding what I meant, her hips trembled—half fear, half excitement. She looked every bit the female in heat.
"Kyaaht..? My tail..."
I grabbed that playful tail like a leash, pulled it tight, and thrust back into her loosened, welcoming heat.
"Huu.. Hot... and tight..."
"Gyahak... Hauk.. It's in..."
Our breaths and scents tangled together. Lewd wet sounds filled the room as body heat and fluids mixed, painting the picture of two thoroughly aroused beasts.
..The first night with Nero didn't feel like it would end anytime soon.