Risk Level <7>: Dorothy
"Hah... hah... hah..." My mind is a haze. Why is it so hot? What is this smell? It's suffocating... burning... My throat is parched, and every ragged breath feels like I'm swallowing fire. "Guh... hah..." My head throbs like it's splitting in two. My insides and throat sear with every desperate gasp, refusing to cool down no matter what.
The thing I'm gripping... is it a woman? An unknown white fluid clings stickily to her flushed, taut buttocks, still dripping down in slow, viscous trails. "Hah... huh...?" Only then do I realize I'm clutching someone's pelvis hard enough to bruise. I release my grip at once, and the woman collapses onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. Thud. Thump.
Her outfit looks half-torn, half-worn. The familiar maid uniform makes me assume it's Nero in front of me, but when I trace my gaze up her slender back, I see sweat-drenched skin and a wild tangle of red hair. This hair... Scarlet? Why is Scarlet here?
"Ugh... hah... hah..." I try to call her name, but my voice won't come. Only rough, animal breathing escapes. When I turn my head, I spot Nero sprawled nearby—wearing nothing but a frilled headband, torn stockings, and a broken garter belt. The maid uniform has been stripped from her entirely. She lies naked and unconscious, twitching occasionally with faint convulsions.
The one thing these two women share right now is the thick, still-warm white fluid slowly leaking from between their legs. "Hah... hah..." What the hell happened? My head still pounds, the heat refuses to fade, and the sight of their ruined bodies stirs no memories at all.
"Ah... ugh..." A third voice reaches me. I whip my head around like a predator catching fresh prey. There, huddled against the wall with both arms wrapped tightly around herself, trembles a woman with uncommon dark-purple hair and shadowed eyes. She wears only an oversized long-sleeve tracksuit top zipped all the way to her chin, but her bare legs shake as violently as her shoulders.
"...Do... Dorothy... hah... hah..." "Ah... Counselor, why... ugh... ahh..." I stagger toward the only person who still looks relatively composed, desperate for answers. The moment I move, I regret it.
"W-wait... if you come any closer..." My body won't stop. I try to halt after a few steps, but my feet keep carrying me forward. Dorothy backs away in panic until her back hits the wall, then slides down to the floor. "Eek... no... don't..."
Her trembling eyes drop to my lower half. Only then do I realize I'm completely naked. My erection—now roughly one and a half times its usual size—throbs violently in front of her face. Thick veins bulge along its length, the shaft flushed a deep, angry red. The grotesque thing is already slick and filthy with the evidence of what I've done to the other two women, making it look even more monstrous.
"...No..." Yet Dorothy's own state is just as strange. One of her hands has slipped between her thighs. At first I think she's trying to shield herself, but her fingers begin to move, rubbing and stroking. Her other hand reaches out as if entranced and rests lightly on my shaft, feeling its pulse.
I exhale a heated breath of satisfaction. "Kyaa?!" Perhaps realizing the stimulation is still too little, my hand moves on its own, seizing her wrist and yanking her upward. She's so light that I lift her effortlessly until our eyes meet. She stares at me with a hollow yet strangely expectant expression, like prey caught by an unstoppable beast, offering no resistance.
Even as lust surges through me at the sight of her slender body, I grit my teeth. "Kuh... ugh..." She's small and delicate, her figure only just beginning to show adult curves, yet still somehow immature. The sight should have driven me mad with desire, but instead a sliver of reason surfaces. My body moves on its own, yet I know—clearly—that this is something I must never do. At the very last moment, I manage to stop.
...Finally. I stopped. Scarlet and Nero are already beyond saving, but I regained enough awareness to keep from dragging Dorothy into this. The only reason my body finally obeyed me must be this overwhelming psychological resistance.
"Guh... hah..." Still, the fire in my gut rages on, and the headache has only worsened. Fragments of memory begin to return, like shattered glass reassembling itself. It started with that aphrodisiac. After swallowing the one Nero passed to me through a kiss, my lust boiled over so violently that I couldn't even enjoy her service. I shoved her down and took her right there.
I don't know where the sudden monstrous strength came from, but I pinned the struggling Nero beneath me, tore her clothes away, and thrust inside. She scratched long marks across my chest in panic, yet I felt nothing. I simply held her down, flipped up her skirt, pushed her underwear aside, and drove in without mercy.
Then the first anomaly occurred. The moment I pressed against her entrance, a thick, transparent fluid gushed from the tip of my cock. The scent that filled the room was strange—unpleasant, yet somehow addictive. Nero's resistance melted away in an instant. Her body went limp, and a flood of arousal spilled from her.
After that, it was pure mating. I grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs back, and pounded into her from behind until a loud crash reached my ears. Still carrying Nero in my arms, I walked out to the front door. When I opened it, I found Dorothy frozen in shock and Scarlet rolling on the floor, clutching her foot with a twisted expression of pain. Footprints marred the reinforced door, but it hadn't broken.
Scarlet must have kicked it in a fit of frustration after hearing our noises. I thought I needed to heal her immediately... except I was still holding Nero and thrusting the entire time. I even grabbed Scarlet's injured ankle and dragged her across the floor into the bedroom.
Once inside, I tossed Nero onto the bed like a ragdoll and stripped Scarlet's clothes off before forcing the torn maid uniform onto her instead. Even in that state, I was trying to dress Scarlet in the maid outfit? I still don't understand why. More memories surge back before I can dwell on it.
At first Scarlet shouted and pushed at my chest, but the moment I entered her, her expression melted into a dazed, blissful haze. She spread her legs wide, already soaked and ready. Dorothy must have followed Scarlet inside, because now both women lie ruined on my bed.
I had been on the verge of taking Dorothy while lost in that frenzy, but somehow my mind cleared at the last second. And just now, I even managed to stop my body from moving. The worst has been avoided... barely.
"Do... Dorothy... this is... the witch's... hah... side effect..." "..." "Right now... run..." I finally release the strength from my arms. Dorothy's feet touch the floor again. She stares at me, free at last, while I swallow hard, my mouth watering dangerously. If she doesn't run now, I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Even with my reason supposedly returned, the sight of the two spent women on the bed has already lost its appeal. All I can think about is the lively female standing right in front of me.
I was so focused on suppressing the heat inside me that I didn't realize how big a mistake I'd made by letting her go. Thud. "Guh?!" Someone shoves my rigid body from behind. I topple backward far too easily and land between the two soft, cum-soaked bodies already sprawled on the bed.
"Dorothy...?" What I failed to notice through the haze is that both Nero and Scarlet had resisted at first—only to flip completely and cling to me with desperate eagerness. Dorothy is no different. Her thighs glisten with arousal, and she continues touching herself without shame, clear fluid running down her skin. On top of that, she's staring at my monstrous erection—now jutting straight up toward the ceiling—with a mixture of shyness and raw hunger.
"Ugh, kuh... Dorothy..." I can't move. Every ounce of willpower is spent just keeping myself from pouncing on her. This is bad. No matter how hard I think, no matter how much I struggle, I can't see any way out of this mess.
"Haa... haa..." Breathing heavily, Dorothy slowly crawls closer. A crooked little smile curves her lips as she murmurs, almost to herself, "It's... not my fault, right? This is... all because Counselor did something wrong..."