Risk Level <7>: Dorothy
"Wait, wait a second, Scarlet...!"
"...You always do this. You know exactly how it'll end, so why bother resisting?"
"Mmph?"
A wave of heat crashes over me. She's yanked my head straight into her sweat-dampened cleavage, the moist, enveloping warmth of her flesh pressing against my face making everything instantly obvious.
"Once in a while, be a man and make the first move. Like that night."
I know she balances her Pilates with other physical training. The small room by the entrance I'd glimpsed earlier was packed with home workout gear and Pilates equipment.
"Mmph... mmph."
Her skin, warmed from her personal routine, pulses with a lively heartbeat and heat that stirs something in me too. My body instinctively responds to her healthy, powerful frame. Trapped between those firm, merciless breasts, I twist my head just enough to breathe—only to face a new problem.
"Hah... phew..."
An indescribable, sweet, and lewd scent rises from her sweat-slicked skin, tickling my nose. Pheromones, no doubt. My body finds the smell irresistibly attractive.
"You really do love breasts, huh."
I can't offer any excuse as she flicks the front of my pants, now tented.
"Still, stealing what my sister was eating feels a little awkward."
Even so, her expression makes it clear she has no intention of backing off. At best, she'll allow a change in order.
"You go first, sis. I don't mind being second."
"...N-no..."
"No need to act shy. If we do this every day, she'll notice eventually."
"...!"
Scarlet already knew Dorothy had been comforting herself daily. With an awkward little laugh, she points toward the door, and her next words drag Dorothy's inner darkness back into the light.
"Should we switch to a better soundproof room later? Privacy... we should respect each other, right?"
Everything... was exposed. Then there's no point hiding this feeling anymore...
It's absurd hearing her say that when she's been using me for her own pleasure every single day, but it feels strange simply because the lewd image doesn't suit Dorothy. Scarlet, looking embarrassed, turns her head toward me.
"Anyway, I'll handle the warm-up for you."
"Warm-up...?"
I repeat the word. Warm-up? Instead? What does she mean...?
"Ah?"
Whoosh. Another swift motion. Her hands snake toward my lower body like serpents, and in the blink of an eye my pants and underwear are sent flying to the floor. Before I can even shrink from the sudden coolness—
"Wait—"
She swallows me whole without hesitation, taking me deep into her mouth until her soft lips meet the base. After one long, slow lick upward, my length emerges glistening with saliva—completely erect against my will.
"This ridiculous size hasn't changed. You said it was a side effect or something."
"...Ugh, even I don't really..."
"Well, it's not like it's made of rubber. It'd be weird if it stretched and shrank that easily. Chu."
She knows every spot I like. After that night, we've done it so many times that she's memorized everything. She presses the tip of her tongue just below the head and rolls it skillfully until I'm fully hard, then plants a kiss on the tip as if her job is done and pulls away.
...Just a warm-up, exactly as she said.
"...Ptoo. Here, sis. Looks like it's all ready now."
She brushes her fallen hair behind her ear, works her mouth for a moment, then spits once before yielding her place to Dorothy. The contrast between Scarlet's blank expression—as if she'd only performed simple labor—and my now-erect length makes everything feel even more embarrassing and arousing. Deprived of the pleasant stimulation, my length twitches pathetically, seeking the partner that can satisfy its instincts and desires.
I didn't come here for this, but I'm glad I showered beforehand. Maybe I'd already been mentally preparing for something like this while washing up.
"That actually made my jaw ache. Are you sure you're okay, sis? Can all of that really fit?"
"...Counselor's..."
Acting so flustered... yet ending up this hard...
Dorothy stares fixedly at my length with her dark-violet eyes, her suppressed lust flooding back in full force. She doesn't even answer Scarlet.
"Scarlet, this isn't right—even for Dorothy's sake. Continuously satisfying her desires like this..."
"Huh? Isn't it fine?"
"..."
Ah. Thinking about it again... I couldn't say that to her. Not when she confirms trust through physical intimacy and treats kiss marks as proof of affection. Looking back, even my relationship with Scarlet had started from already-misaligned reasons.
"As long as we both feel good, that's enough. What more do you want?"
"...That's a really dangerous way of thinking."
"Well, hehe, right now the dangerous one seems to be you, not me."
"..."
I have nothing to say to her mocking retort. Because... right now I don't have Arke's stamina booster, and if Dorothy—someone who already pushed me to my limits even on that energetic night—were to seriously drain me this time, I honestly worry whether my lower half would survive intact. And on top of that, having to deal with Scarlet too, who's been fully prepared after resting for days since that night...
"Uh... wait a second."
"?"
Hmm, a sudden thought occurs to me.
"Why are you so sure you'll be safe...?"
Why does she think she's safe? Dorothy's malice doesn't necessarily have to target only me. Back then I had wanted her more than she could handle, so she focused solely on me... but in truth, her malice wasn't meant for me alone. If I collapse, the next target will naturally be Scarlet. After all, she was the one who taught Dorothy the concept of sexual desire in the first place.
"Ah."
She lets out a short gasp, as if she hadn't even considered it. Her expression suggests a hidden perspective has suddenly been illuminated. She instinctively tries to step back, sensing danger—but
"Huh...?"
Her movement halts unnaturally. Since she'd boldly stripped her upper body the moment she entered the room, her chest sways quite impressively... No. The real reason is that someone's small hand has grabbed her wrist.
"...If we both feel good... th-then it's really okay, right?"
"Sis? Wait, what... strength?"
I've been bothered by this since that night, but once Dorothy grabs you, there's this feeling you can't escape. It wasn't just a feeling. Her physical abilities have undergone a dramatic increase. That also explains why she looked relatively fine even after taking something that should have crushed her insides...
No, wait—does this have nothing to do with physical ability? Or does it...?
"Nngh... it won't come out...?"
Anyway, even though Scarlet is clearly exerting enough force for her arm muscles to stand out, she can't pull free from Dorothy's slender grip. That means I don't even have the right to dream of resisting.
"You want to feel good with me too, right, Scarlet?"
Holding her wrist so she can't run, Dorothy asks that question. It's a little terrifying. Scarlet seems to feel the same way I do.
"W-well... now that I think about it, maybe not..."
"...No?"
Scarlet nods obediently, flustered by the fact that she's being overpowered by none other than Dorothy. I let out a silent sigh inside. She probably thought that answer would let her escape, but it was a landmine.
"I'm so glad...♡"
"Glad...?"
Thud...! Dorothy yanks her forward and lays her down right beside me. So it really came to this.
"Wh-what do you mean by glad...?"
"Because... right now I... I really, really want to do something bad..."
"Something bad...?"
"Being the only one who feels good... is, after all, a little more wicked... and fun, right?"
Fun... So it's fun. A chill runs down my spine. Did we get the wrong person? I sigh inwardly while looking at Scarlet's expression. This is all because she didn't help when I asked and instead stripped first, following her own desires. She should've at least listened to my story first.
"But you'll forgive me, right...? Scarlet bullied me so much... So... if I apologize later... even someone like me... you'll definitely forgive me, won't you?"
"...That's..."
"Right?"
"..."
She silences Scarlet with overwhelming force, then begins removing her own clothes as she approaches. On one side of Dorothy's head, the shape of that single horn shimmers into view—darker than before. I wish it were an illusion, but the color is definitely deeper. And her tone and atmosphere carry far more malice than last time. Back then she'd at least kept apologizing and hesitating shyly... but now she's brimming with anticipation, delighted at the thought of committing evil.
"Then let's... have a fun time."
...She's no different from a demon now.