Risk Level 7: Dorothy
"Dorothy... no... wait, ugh..."
My hands clutch the bedsheets with desperate force. Dorothy would never do this. She would never act on her own like this. Even after all that abuse, she had never lost her integrity. She was the one who showed such earnest sincerity that it bordered on foolishness. That was how she had always been. And yet now... she was pushing me onto the bed with her own hands... and climbing on top of me.
"...I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She keeps murmuring apologies as she slowly pulls down the zipper that had been fastened all the way up to her chin. With a soft zzzip, the fabric parts and her bare skin gradually comes into view.
When we first met, her body had been covered in scars and bruises, and she had been so neglected that I could only look at her with pity. But not anymore. Even Yerin, with her height difference, sometimes makes me flinch when she speaks formally to me, but the pale skin now peeking through the open zipper sends a warning bell through my mind, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.
"...You really aren't interested in someone as plain as me, are you... Yes, I understand."
"That's... that's not it..."
Click. The zipper reaches the bottom and the fabric falls apart, cutting off my protest.
"But right now... for some reason, I feel like doing whatever I want."
I had wanted her to live according to her own desires. I just never imagined the first step would look like this.
"I'm... truly sorry."
"Hup...?"
Something soft brushes against me below—warm, plush, and yielding.
"But even I... don't have to hold back all the time, right...? You'll allow it, won't you, Counselor...?"
This is different. Today's Dorothy is very different. If the situation weren't what it is, I would have been happy about this change in her. But right now, the sense of betrayal—that even she would do this—feels heavier.
"I still remember everything you taught me, Counselor."
"Hup...?"
My eyes snap open at the unfamiliar sensation wrapping around my manhood. That part of me is too important to ignore. What I see is Dorothy gently holding it with both hands. Beneath the open zipper, she wears only a single pair of panties. My shirt is large enough on her to cover everything like a short dress, but I never expected there to be nothing underneath but underwear.
Her slender neckline, the prominent collarbones from her thin frame. Her small, perky breasts are barely contained by the parted zipper, the pretty areolas peeking out. The white panties she wears are soaked through, though the view is mostly blocked by my erect length.
Swish... Thud.
"It's hot... and much harder than I thought..."
The soft sensation I felt while my eyes were closed had been bothering me. When she releases my manhood after curiously stroking it, it springs back and lands against her lower belly. My size is much larger than usual, and her petite frame makes the head reach past her navel.
She presses her stomach against my upright length, letting me feel the contact more clearly. Her belly, soft and lacking muscle from how thin she is, rubs gently against me.
"...Does it go in this far...?"
Swish... She finally shrugs off the shirt draped over her shoulders. Without even glancing at the fallen garment, she focuses entirely on rubbing my length against her stomach.
Her exposed, delicate round shoulders stir a strong protective instinct. Her breasts, now fully revealed, hang like unripe fruit—small but firm—with cute, hardened nipples that look as if they've been lightly pinched and pulled.
Her still-thin ribs show through her skin, making the curve from her chest to her abdomen stand out sharply. If she gained just a little more weight, she would look so much better...
"Ugh..."
Wait, what am I even thinking right now...?
"...It really won't fit, will it...? But... if I push it all the way in, what would it feel like...?"
While she blushes furiously and sighs with a mix of longing and regret, I desperately search for a way out of this situation.
"Will I... become like those two...? It must feel good... definitely..."
"Dorothy... you're... hah... such a sincere, ugh... kind girl. Right now you're just... hah, under the witch's drug...!"
I was already at my limit just trying to keep my own body from moving on its own. I couldn't move freely, so the only option was to try waking her up—she had been exposed to the air for less time than I had.
I had witnessed through my ability how Scarlet had sexually abused her. I understood part of her pain. Because of that, I knew her first experience with a man shouldn't happen like this. Absolutely not. I desperately suppressed my boiling desire.
"Dorothy... you can resist. Hah... hngh, you can do it."
"...Counselor."
"...?"
For a moment I felt hope when she suddenly stopped moving and looked straight at me. That hope quickly turned to despair.
"...I'm not a good girl. And I'm not just a child, either."
"Dorothy...?"
I knew she was older than me—older even than Scarlet. Had that been bothering her? If so, I had made a mistake.
"This... is the only chance I have. Even if my body is lacking, your... it's standing so hard right now."
"This is... this is because of... ugh... the witch's drug..."
"I... don't want to miss this opportunity."
Opportunity? As if she had wanted to be held by me all along. She had been so innocent in these matters that she once asked if I had scolded her instead of Scarlet after hearing us in the next room. All she knew was how to please Scarlet—nothing about doing it herself. And yet now...
She lifts her hips, pushes her soaked panties aside, spreads her own folds, and shows me her clean slit.
That's... her most private place. An untouched clit and the soft, elastic inner flesh that stimulates me. Most of all, my gaze is drawn to her narrow entrance, twitching and dripping with arousal.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"...Ah, no..."
There was no way that would fit. This was her first time with a man. Even though Scarlet's fingers had already torn her hymen, she had never taken anything larger. And even if she had loosened herself through masturbation, something this big had no business fitting inside her small body.
"You're... worried about me."
"...!"
"But you don't have to be... Enduring pain... is one of the few things I'm good at."
She says something that twists my heart at a time like this... and now I can't say anything back.
"Dorothy... you can do it... just hold on... ugh..."
"...Yes."
The cause was probably the thick, sweet, dangerously addictive scent in the air. I had meant that if she had been exposed for less time, she might be able to endure and break free. But she interpreted my encouragement differently and pressed her slender hips down without hesitation.
"Ugh... ughk..."
Contrary to my will, my manhood—now at its hardest—pushed straight into her tight entrance without slipping.
"It hurts... my stomach... ugh, it hurts..."
"Ughk...! Dorothy, stop... stop... if you push it in any more..."
Squelch...!
"Oh... ugh..."
"....! ..!"
Ah... what just happened? I thought I heard something like a violent squelch, as if soft flesh was being crushed... but my body feels better than ever. And that was only natural.
"S-sorry... ugh, I'm sorry... sorry... hngh..."
Because now my manhood was buried deep inside the living female hole I had so desperately wanted. But how...? It shouldn't have been possible at that size. Yet when I look at her belly, swollen in the exact shape of my length all the way to the base, I can't deny it.
Did it... go somewhere it shouldn't have...?
"Ugh... ughk... kuh... it's all... in... ahh..."
Her shoulders go limp as if all strength has left her body, and she leans back—only to be held upright by my hardness piercing through her small frame. The sight is grotesque... and intensely arousing.
"Aah... ugh, it hurts more than I thought... I'm sorry..."
"Ugh... ah, hngh. No... more than that..."
More than the pain, I wanted to tell her to pull it out, but she was already furrowing her brows and starting to move her hips.
"D-Dorothy...?"
Her eyes, which had seemed a little brighter lately, have returned to their original gloomy state—as if she finds comfort in the darkness. Half-hidden beneath her disheveled dark-purple hair, her confused, swirling gaze mixes excitement and fear. It's better than the dead eyes she used to have, but this version is dangerous in its own way.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...!
Whether because of how tight she is, how big I am, or both, every movement produces a precarious sound.
"Sorry... hngh, I'm sorry... sorry..."
Yet even as she keeps apologizing, Dorothy's hips never stop. Her face wears an expression I've never seen before. Eyes twisted in pain, tears streaming down. Cold sweat running from the guilt of moving her hips while knowing this is wrong, and the pleasure of finally obtaining what she wanted. Even so, the awkward, slightly strained smile on her lips... looks freer than I've ever seen her.
"That face..."
Like someone who tasted the forbidden fruit and can no longer stop biting into it, she feels her body slowly drowning in pleasure and rocks her slender hips with difficulty, hands braced against my chest.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...!
Her hips don't rise very high, but every time she lifts them and my length slides out, the outline bulges visibly on her stomach. The sight is visually overwhelming. My fingers gripping the sheets tremble.
I, too, feel the temptation to let go and drown in the pleasure I've finally obtained. We've already crossed the dangerous line the moment I entered her—what's the point of holding back now? I want to grab her fragile waist, hold it tight, and pound into her narrow depths until they break.
"Huuu... ugh, hah..."
...But I held back. I had to.
"S-sorry... ah..."
Virginity or wetness didn't matter. With my abnormal size, her glass-like, delicate body had no choice but to struggle. Nero and Scarlet had both fainted for a reason. So I had to endure—endure and endure again—until she grew even a little more accustomed to me. That was what I thought.
...Until I heard her next words.
"I'm sorry, Counselor... ah, hngh... haah... but right now... I'm... truly... so happy..."
She hadn't looked like this even when she was finally freed from prisoner status. Not even when she received Scarlet's sincere apology, or when she got her own room for the first time. Only now do I realize that her past has been quietly binding her all this time. Given how long she suffered, it was only natural. I had thought her kindness and earnestness were simply part of her good nature, or foolish sincerity from not knowing the ways of the world. I was wrong. Those very things were the traces of the chains that had bound her.
The reason I can feel such a liberating sense from her even while looking at her messy face is surely because of this.
"Please... break everything... Counselor. Completely destroy the me you knew... destroy Prisoner 13."