Harpy's Heat
Beep. With a small mechanical sound, the door was already open, but I still didn't step inside. I paused for a moment in the quiet hallway where the soles of my shoes sank into something soft and fluffy, and a faint, heavy scent lingered in the air. Only after steadying my thoughts did I slowly pull the handle.
"..."
If this had been an ordinary hotel room, it might have been different. But the thought of being alone with Harpy in this spacious room made the situation feel like an unbearable burden to someone as unaccustomed to it as me. I couldn't begin to guess what the team leader had been thinking when she arranged this. Still, knowing there was no surveillance around was a relief—though the absence of that watchful protection also left me feeling strangely uneasy. Nothing bad would happen just because I was with Harpy, though. It was pointless worry.
"I wonder if Harpy's asleep already."
She had been given time alone with me, but when we first entered the room, Harpy had looked extremely sleepy. With that thought, I stepped toward the bedroom and soon spotted an empty bed through the open doorway. The sheets were rumpled, showing someone had been lying there, but Harpy herself was nowhere to be seen. I hurried inside, scanning the room.
"Harpy?"
Just as I turned around, sensing a sudden chill, someone grabbed me from behind.
"! H-Harpy?"
It didn't take long to realize who was hugging me. Two soft, heavy mounds pressed firmly against my back, their warmth unmistakable.
"Counselor... hnn..."
"Harpy? Did something happen?"
"...Something's wrong."
"Wrong? Harpy?"
A sweet fragrance rushed up my nose the moment she embraced me. Heat surged through my lower body in response. It wasn't the scent of fruit or flowers, yet my mind registered it as unmistakably sweet. I had smelled this before—the same primal, instinct-stirring aroma from the day I made that ridiculous misunderstanding and first saw the egg she had laid. It was her scent, or rather something even more fundamental, the same feeling I got standing before the field team leader.
"Ugh...?"
Harpy, still hugging me from behind, began rubbing her body up and down against mine—whether unconsciously or on purpose, I couldn't tell. Her voice was dangerously wet and breathless. To my exhausted body and mind, it felt like a reward, but it was also... like she was in heat.
But the response team leader's hypnosis on Harpy was supposed to...
"Ah."
I remembered what the response team leader had done right before leaving the room. If clapping her hands in front of Harpy's face had released the hypnosis... I recalled being told that Harpy's estrus period lasted about three days out of the week. And today was the final night of those three days. Harpy's flushed face when we entered the hotel room together, her obvious exhaustion—had she been... Wait. Did the response team leader release the hypnosis on purpose? For what reason?
"...Please take it off."
"Huh? Wait, what?!"
I almost agreed without thinking before the question sank in. What had I just heard?
"...It's hot... I can't... take it off by myself... hyaaah..."
"Ah... I see. You're saying you're hot."
So that was what she meant. Her hot breath seeped through my clothes as she buried her face against my back, sending pleasant shivers across my skin. I clenched and unclenched my fists—now pale from how tightly I'd been gripping them—and managed to speak.
"I'll help you, Harpy. So... could you let go for a moment?"
"...I can't do that."
"You can't? Then how am I supposed to help..."
'If I see Counselor-nim's face right now... I think I'll go strange...'
"..."
Harpy muttered the shy words under her breath. I can hear you, Harpy. I can hear everything. If anything, I'm the one who's about to collapse from embarrassment. So what exactly does she mean by "go strange," anyway?
"But you said you're hot. You're worried your clothes will tear, right, Harpy?"
She nodded against my back. Even in this situation, she was worried about putting holes in her clothes. That small nod was somehow adorable.
"Then... how about this? I'll go call the response team leader."
She shook her head vigorously.
"...I can't do that."
'Right now is... precious time I can spend alone with Counselor-nim...'
"..."
Precious... Good grief, Harpy. I don't have a mirror, but my face is probably bright red right now.
"But you're hot, aren't you...?"
"...Hnnn..."
"What should we do, Harpy?"
After a long moment of internal struggle, Harpy let out another hot, wet sigh and pleaded again.
"...Please take it off..."
She really shouldn't say things like that so casually, but given the situation, I couldn't exactly point that out.
"Then... first, let go of me."
The arms that had been clinging to me finally loosened. Heart pounding, I slowly turned around. What I saw was Harpy with her eyes tightly shut.
"..."
Right. If she didn't want to see, she could just close her eyes. It had apparently taken her quite a while to come up with that simple solution.
"...Cute."
"...Please don't tease me..."
Thanks to that, I could now look at her without worrying about her noticing. The first thing that caught my eye was the pale pink knit sweater stretched dangerously tight across her chest. She had managed to remove the cardigan on her own, but the sight of her in just that single sweater was enough to leave me speechless. The fabric was already stretchy, but only someone with an extraordinary figure could create such an intensely provocative silhouette. I wondered how many people realized just how dangerous a sweater could be.
"Where should I start...?"
My voice was trembling, though Harpy didn't seem to notice.
"...From the top... please..."
Her shy permission was exactly the answer I had been hoping for.
"Harpy, then... could you raise both arms for a moment? Oh."
"...?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
Following my words, Harpy obediently lifted her arms. As she did, the sweater pulled even tighter, making the outline of her breasts even more pronounced. The already breathtaking sight grew even bolder, sending a sharp ache through the blood vessels in my nose. Just what cup size was she? With how slender her waist was, the measurements would probably exceed imagination. I swallowed hard.
Unfortunately, I couldn't just keep staring forever. My hands moved toward Harpy's slim waist. They were shaking, but this was just helping. Just helping. I repeated the words like a mantra, though it did little to calm my racing heart.
Thud.
"Hnn...?"
When my palms gently settled on her waist, Harpy flinched hard, still holding her arms up, her face flushing an even deeper red. Making sounds like that is dangerous, Harpy. Really dangerous.
'Embarrassing... It's embarrassing, but... still... Counselor-nim seemed to like this outfit... so if I want to wear it again...'
Me? No, it wasn't that I didn't like it—I actually liked it a lot and thought it suited her perfectly. But had I made that obvious? 'You kept... staring at this outfit...'
Ah.
"Ahem."
Strictly speaking, I hadn't been staring at the clothes. But women were apparently very good at noticing where someone's eyes went. I had already been caught red-handed. Even though it was beyond my control, embarrassment flooded through me. Meanwhile, my hands—already filled with anticipation—had firmly grasped the hem of her sweater.
Srrrk...
Slowly, very slowly, my hands began to lift. They paused briefly at the waistline of her skirt, but after a deep breath, they continued upward. When her cute navel and the pale skin of her slim waist came into view, I hit another wall. My hands were genuinely trembling. We were close enough to feel each other's breath, and the thought that Harpy might notice my ragged breathing made my mouth go dry.
Harpy's shoulders began to tremble slightly, as if holding her arms up was becoming uncomfortable. My own urgency grew, but I still hadn't reached the real obstacle. And that real obstacle was, of course...
Thud.
"Hnn...!"
My hands met heavy resistance as they reached her chest. The sweater had slid smoothly up her slender waist, but now it was caught. I didn't need to look to know where.
"...Huuu..."
All at once. Right, let's do this in one go. I had already seen it in photos, so there was no need to be nervous. Just apply a little force and pull the sweater up to the tips of her wings. It was simple. Really simple...!
Whoosh! Thud!
"..!!"
I yanked the sweater upward in one motion, but the fabric—stretched so tightly around her chest—only managed to make her breasts bounce heavily.
"Ahh...?"
"..."
To think I would see this from the front, and this close. This wasn't a dream, was it? Even if it were, I wouldn't mind being happy right now. No, this wasn't the time for that... Ha. One more time!
Whoosh!
"...!!"
This time, it came off in one smooth motion.
"Hnn... hyaaah..."
A few feathers fluttered before my eyes. Harpy folded and unfolded her wings a couple of times, letting out a relieved sigh as she escaped the tight confinement. The pale pink sweater hung from my hand, still warm with her body heat. Success. But the sight before me—the magnificent, overflowing flesh that swayed heavily after being freed from the sweater—left me unable to look away from that blessed valley. I felt like I might as well give in to whatever happened next.
Haa...
The warm heat brushing against my face mingled with the rich, musky scent of her skin, heated from being trapped inside that tight sweater for so long. I didn't have any particular fetish for body scent, but this...
"Huu... hnn..."
"...Wait? Just a moment... Counselor... D-Don't smell me... uuu..."
Harpy, who had been so forward earlier—hugging me from behind and pressing close—had now returned to her usual shy self. With her eyes closed and me clearly in control, she seemed to have reverted to her familiar demeanor.
"It tickles... hyut."
She twisted her body as if trying to shake off my breath on her skin. Her breasts swayed with the movement, only making the deep valley between them more captivating. My gaze was completely ensnared.
Thud.
"Hic...?"
"...Harpy."
Surprisingly, it wasn't over yet. Without thinking, I placed my hands on the curve where her wide hips narrowed into her slim waist. I wanted to stop her movements and properly burn this breathtaking sight into my memory. There was still one more reason she had left me dazed.
"...This underwear..."
"..."
Even Harpy, who had been shyly twisting in my grasp, froze at those words.
"...Does it not suit me...?"
If she was asking whether it suited her personality, I wasn't sure. But if she was asking whether it suited this body... I could only nod frantically. The black bra had a mature, seductive design that barely managed to contain her abundant breasts. I had heard of it before. Victory lingerie. Even without having seen it directly, the bold design—prioritizing visual impact over practicality—left no doubt. The sheer lace alone made it clear this was meant to be seen and to seduce. It was stimulating me relentlessly.
"...The response team leader picked it out... I wanted something cuter, but... there weren't any cute ones in my size... so..."
"...It's really pretty."
"..."
Even this bra looked strained, the upper curves of her breasts spilling slightly over the cups. The real thing was... even more impressive than the photos or videos. If I took this bra off too, no. No no, what was I thinking?
"Hnn... uuu..."
Even with her eyes closed, Harpy seemed to feel my heated gaze. She twisted her waist, expressing her embarrassment with her entire body. Her tensed abs twitched cutely, making her emotional state easy to read. As for me, the moment she mentioned her "size" out loud, my mind had gone completely blank.
All that escaped me was a dazed, admiring sigh.
"Wow... haa..."