Risk Level 7: Dorothy
There, beyond the surveillance camera, a woman sat with her legs crossed, leisurely voyeuring the sweltering tangle of three beast-like men and women. Her vibrant hair, the color and shape of blue flames, framed a small face one wouldn't particularly want to photograph. Beneath long lashes, her clear blue eyes seemed at first glance to hold a sense of justice and her own distinct principles, yet in truth they merely reflected the screen displaying what was essentially pornography. Even her slightly mischievous pursed lips and the straight bridge of her nose, paired with her clean white skin, made it obvious at a glance that she was a beauty. Yet one couldn't help but wonder what she lacked that drove her to spy on someone else's vulgar copulation.
"...A dramatic enhancement in physical abilities. Those gloomily glowing eyes and horns are undoubtedly demonic traits..."
She muttered while occasionally jotting down notes, which might have passed for mere professional duty. But the way she sipped her coffee through a straw while deliberately zooming in on the point of intercourse between the man and women made it impossible to dismiss as simple work.
"And yet there's no trace of that unique demonic presence..."
Despite the embarrassing scene, her complexion never changed. She merely shifted her crossed legs or folded her arms to find a more comfortable viewing angle. This proved she wasn't watching out of simple lust. Strangely, her expression looked more composed than ever.
"This... Counselor is going to have a hard time again."
That was what she murmured while watching the counselor happily pinned beneath the two women. Her habit of observing others' actions stemmed largely from the betrayal she once felt from the person she had trusted and followed most, along with the resulting deep distrust toward others. By directly witnessing their shameful sides—the parts they wanted to keep secret—she reassured herself. Even if it didn't lead to genuine trust in him, she found a twisted sense of stability in the illusion that she knew his hidden aspects. She had become annoyingly dependent on that feeling. Thus, this wasn't some special fetish or preference. It was most accurately described as a simple, twisted bad habit. The sense of superiority from holding someone's shameful secret, and the resulting stability of her own position. Having long abandoned illusions about others, she didn't find their desires and hidden sides particularly unpleasant. Instead, she wanted to uncover even one more thing about them.
She was clearly aware of her own unstable mental state. She knew it only hindered forming genuine relationships with others, that it was an undesirable behavior, that it was nothing more than twisted self-satisfaction, and that one could never truly understand someone's inner self simply by watching through a surveillance camera. She even found herself wishing she could ask her mother directly why she still hadn't fallen into corruption. Yet she couldn't let go of this bad habit. Claiming it was part of fulfilling her duties as the management team leader was undoubtedly just an excuse. She was simply addicted to this false sense of stability. To escape this pitiful state, she would first need to restore her trust in others. But to do that, she would likely have to resolve the issues tied to the person who had first instilled that distrust in her.
"Oh...?"
A small exclamation of surprise escaped her at the unexpected development. The two women, who had been frantically rubbing their lower bodies against the counselor pinned beneath them, suddenly interlaced their fingers and began a deep kiss. The counselor had acted as though trying to avoid kissing, yet now Dorothy was initiating the kiss with Scarlet herself. It was faintly apparent that she was trying to grow accustomed to kissing a less heart-pounding target so the counselor wouldn't be able to fluster her later with the same method. Still, the sight of the two women's tongues intertwining while they straddled one man and shamelessly rocked their hips was quite shocking.
"Even if something unexpected happens, Undine should be able to handle it, but..."
Since she was the type who didn't want to believe in others—or rather, refused to actively try trusting anyone—she watched the one target she found somewhat reliable far more obsessively. It might have been because she secretly wished to believe in someone deep down, or conversely, because she was searching for evidence to support her own defiant belief that she could never trust anyone. Either way, one thing was certain: her obsessive and rude interest was currently directed at the counselor.
* Squish, squelch, squirt...! *
The sounds of their coupling were embarrassingly vulgar. Dorothy's inner walls gripped the root tightly, squeezing and twisting dynamically as if trying to sever my manhood. Without exaggeration, the unbearable pleasure rising from my member, which felt like it might actually be cut off, caused semen to be milked out automatically whenever the pleasure exceeded a certain threshold—more like a cow being milked than a refreshing climax. The moment right after ejaculation, when a man becomes extremely sensitive, was truly hell. Dorothy showed no sign of slowing her hip movements, completely dominating my lower body as she pounded that pleasure-pain into me. But with Scarlet's slick, heavy mound pressing down on my face and sealing my mouth, I couldn't even moan properly. I had to keep my tongue and lips busy just to breathe without choking.
Part of me was furious at being treated like their sex slave, yet the pleasure was so intense that those thoughts kept breaking apart, and I ended up accepting my current position. Their forceful hip movements, the instinctive motions meant only to scratch that itch and feel even better... I tried pulling my hips back or lightly biting her inner flesh, but the more I did, the more excited they seemed to become, pressing down harder until my head started to feel strange. Maybe it was from the lack of oxygen reaching my brain... or maybe because somewhere deep inside, I myself wanted to surrender to the pleasure and become an idiot.
"...Suck, slurp... Haa... Scarlet, this is your first time kissing me, right?"
"Hng, ugh... First... yeah, it is."
"Scarlet... hngh, you... really kiss well."
What the hell...? The two of them... kissed in the middle of this? Throb...! Spurt...! Splurt...! The image of them facing each other atop me, rocking their hips lewdly while kissing, flashed through my mind, and my body couldn't hold back anymore, pumping out another thick load of semen. Dorothy's delighted voice reached me as she immediately noticed my climax.
"Uhuu... U... Uu... It's... coming out so much again..."
Even as I wondered when the two of them had gotten so close, a childish desire to join in welled up. My brain, steadily turning into mush, could only think of things like that right now.
"...Scarlet wants to put it in too, right? Counselor's this."
"...I... hngh, so..."
"Then just lower your hips like that... and lick mine a little too?"
"W-what..."
...?
What did Dorothy just say? To Scarlet...? She asked her to lick it? There's no way Scarlet would obediently follow such a humiliating order.
"If I finish quickly... hngh... ugh... then it'll be Scarlet's turn."
"I... I..."
As expected, Scarlet looked reluctant, her pride clearly unwilling to allow it. But soon her hips began to lower, bringing her sex down into a position easier for me to lick. Surely she wasn't actually... planning to lick the place where Dorothy and I were joined? That Scarlet...?
"Hng... haa..."
Twitch...! Twitch! Squeeze...! Squeeze...! Dorothy's inner walls contracted sharply upward as if flinching, then loosened with a trembling release. Thanks to that obvious reaction, even with my eyes covered, I could vividly picture what was happening above me.
"Hngh..."
...The positions had reversed. Between Dorothy and Scarlet. The already broken one spoke to the crumbling one in a sweet yet terrifying voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Such a... good girl... Scarlet... you're just like an obedient puppy... so cute."
"..."
Ah... it's coming out again.