Risk Level 7: Dorothy
"Haa… uhaa… geuheu… ahaa…" "Euk… geueuk… eoeueuk…"
I wonder what expression the team leader is wearing right now as she watches me. Once again, it seems she won’t step in until I’m on the verge of solving this myself—or until things become truly dangerous. I shouldn’t count on any help arriving.
"Kkeueut… euk…"
The pathetic, pained sounds rising from my lower abdomen refuse to stay down, leaking out through my throat no matter how hard I try to hold them back. I’m only trying to endure the overwhelming urge to climax, but it’s hardly the kind of sight a man wants to show.
"Euhuheu… heut, haeut…"
Dorothy lets out a delighted laugh, clearly enjoying the sight of me whimpering. She bounces lightly on my hips, her small buttocks slapping against me. Her dark-purple hair, which falls to her shoulders, sways with every movement of her waist. Like a cat mindlessly chasing a butterfly, I stare blankly at the fluttering strands while shuddering from the pleasure surging up from below.
"Counselor, do you really like someone like me? Even though I don’t listen… eut… and I’m this lewd and filthy… a bad girl?"
Chup, chup… chup… Between her trembling, pleasure-drunk moans, the wet sounds of her tight insides rubbing against me are intensely erotic. I feel myself being swept away by the atmosphere more than the actual words.
"That’s…"
"Liar. You said you liked me earlier."
"…I do like you. It’s not a lie… euk…"
Her mischievous eyes, sparkling with a mysterious dark-purple light more vivid than ever, scan my face as if she’s plotting how to make me even more flustered. The horn sprouting from one side of her head seems to be growing clearer in shape. Convinced it isn’t just my imagination, I glance up and check on Scarlet, who is still staring blankly at our grotesque union.
"…How… is that even possible…"
She had only followed Dorothy’s lead because she was overwhelmed by her presence. I had briefly hoped that if I played along, she might snap out of it and help me escape this situation. But…
"…Gulp."
Watching Dorothy’s ecstatic expression with envy while swallowing hard, I realize I can’t expect anything from her anymore. The situation is quite hopeless when even she is now targeting me instead of helping.
"It’s coming… it’s coming out… Dorothy…! I can’t… anymore…!"
"Heut… good. Just like that… eut…! Please stain me deep inside."
Her devilish insides, which show no sign of getting used to me and keep squeezing and rubbing my sensitive flesh, have already pushed me to my limit just by holding on this long. The sharp, tingling sensation right before release races up my spine. I twist my hips desperately, but there’s no escaping the inevitable.
"Eugeuk…!"
Byubyubyubyubyut, byurururut…! Byuulkeok, byulkeok…! The climax erupts so forcefully that my hips buck on their own. Dorothy pauses her movements and pulls her pelvis down, helping me release deep inside her. Byururururut, byukuk, byurut, byuut…! Byugeureut…! Byurut, byuguut!
With nothing else I can do—arms pinned, waist held down—I simply tremble and savor the sensation of the thick streams being pulled out through my urethra, my mind instantly painted white with pleasure. Dorothy smiles sweetly at me, her lips moving as she speaks, even though I haven’t even had time to notice she hasn’t climaxed yet.
"Huu… haa, with this… we’re accomplices now, aren’t we?"
"Heok, huk… heok…"
Byuut, ulkeok… byulkeok… Every time my manhood twitches selfishly to expel the last drops, the obscene outline of it presses against her lower abdomen, refusing to soften.
"To think you’d cum so mercilessly inside a girl’s belly…"
"…"
Since it was my first time and I’d released so much, I have no rebuttal. All I can do is keep my mouth shut, afraid another pathetic sound might escape as her insides happily squeeze and milk me.
"Huu… well, if this is how Counselor enjoys it, I suppose there’s nothing I can do."
"N-no… I…"
"…Even while twitching down there like it feels good… you know you’re not convincing at all, right?"
Was that a sneer? For a moment, Dorothy’s lips curled slightly as she looked down at me, her expression turning coldly mocking. The unfamiliar sight left me stunned, but she quickly replaced it with a gentle smile, as if telling me it was just my imagination.
"Since we promised to enjoy this together, I’ll gladly accept as much of Counselor’s filth inside me as you want…"
Her words trail off as she slowly shifts her gaze upward. I follow her line of sight.
"In exchange, would you please serve poor Scarlet as well?"
"…Ah."
There, still wearing only her skin-colored leggings—now soaked between the legs and darkened as if she’d had an accident—stands Scarlet. Even in this situation, my eyes inevitably drift to her large breasts hanging right above me. The way sweat trails down the soft curves of those ample mounds and gathers near her areolas is simply too tempting. There’s nothing I can do about it. Really.
"Serve…?"
"Yes. Just like how Scarlet made Counselor feel good with her mouth at first, now it’s your turn to make Scarlet feel good with yours."
I’m flustered once by the specific request, and twice by the fact that Dorothy is still straddling me without moving aside. If she doesn’t get off, then how am I supposed to…
"…Ah."
Watching Scarlet rise unsteadily, I find the answer not in my own memories but in Dorothy’s—memories from when she was still Scarlet’s plaything.
Finally, Scarlet releases my hands. They tingle painfully as blood rushes back, but there’s no time to dwell on it. Chijik…! Dududuk… tuk… She doesn’t even bother properly removing her leggings; instead, she grabs the fabric on both sides and tears it open along the crotch, shamelessly exposing her drenched core right in front of my face.
And then, just as I expected, she draws closer.
"Uup…"
Scarlet straddles my face while facing Dorothy, pressing her most intimate place against my lips and beginning to grind openly. Facesitting. Her weight bears down on me, her soft, elastic buttocks—still half-covered by the torn leggings—smothering my breathing. The sweat trapped against her skin mixes with the fresh, lewd fluids, creating an indescribable, thick, and arousing scent warmed by her body heat that floods my nose.
"…Gulp…! Gulp!"
"Nngh… looks like Counselor likes it too, Scarlet."
Even though I can’t exactly call it a pleasant smell, my manhood—now harder than before my first climax—twitches in betrayal. My head grows hazy from the pheromone-heavy scent and the increasingly labored breathing.
Churup… chueup… chuup…!
"Hak… eut, haak…"
So I have no choice but to lick her earnestly if I want to survive—just like Dorothy did. I press sloppy kisses against Scarlet’s soft flesh, thrusting my pointed tongue into her slick entrance and against her hardened clit, earning brief moments of air only when she shudders and lifts her hips slightly in pleasure.
"Huu… heok…"
Only when she rises a little does the pressure on my face ease. So at least there’s one solution. It’s not that big a problem. The real issue is that, from this humiliating position, the only thing filling my vision is Scarlet’s plump, bouncing buttocks.
"Then… I’ll start moving again, okay?"
Dorothy begins rocking her hips once more, using the thick semen still packed inside her as fresh lubricant. The wet, squelching sounds and the intense pleasure shooting up my spine are now my greatest problem. With my vision blocked, I have no way to brace for the waves of sensation, and all my other senses sharpen, greedily absorbing every stimulus. In this situation, where there’s no telling how long this will continue, even trying to hold back my climax has become impossible.
"Uuuup…"
Is there really no way out of this now?