Bruised Skin, Gentle Hands
My selfishness had hurt her enough to leave blue bruises across that pale skin, yet she was still offering me another chance. The reason—that she simply didn't want things to grow awkward between us—filled me with both joy and gratitude for her kindness. In return, I poured every ounce of gentleness I could into the hands that now caressed her body.
"Counselor's hands... they're so warm and soft... It feels safe."
She'd left out the word "now," but I was grateful for even that small mercy. After what I'd done to her without any excuse, the fact that she didn't flinch the moment my skin touched hers again was already more than I deserved. She kept insisting she was fine, as if violence and pain were things she had long grown used to, but that very acceptance only made my chest tighten further.
"Nngh... a little... slower..."
Honestly, I was the one hesitating more than she was. Even though her lower body had gone rigid with tension, I found myself reluctant to push back inside her. She seemed to hope this act could be overwritten with a new meaning, but knowing that only made the sight of her slender, snow-white frame more heartbreaking. How had such a fragile-looking body endured what I'd forced upon it? The memory of that sickening sensation—shoving in with brute force and crushing her insides—sent another wave of guilt crashing over me.
Unlike before, I hadn't even gone halfway in, yet the tip was already pressing against the firm flesh near her womb. I let out a quiet sigh in my heart. Even if she had once begged me to break her, the fact that I had actually tried to do so physically still shocked me. Whether she could ever truly get used to my size was doubtful, but as I began to move my hips slowly back and forth, the outline of my manhood became visible against her soft lower belly. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to have something so large moving inside her; watching her struggle to breathe made it painfully clear how difficult it must be.
...What surprised me was how Scarlet stayed right beside us, helping Dorothy and me finish our union as gently as possible. She was probably still weighed down by her own guilt, yet the careful kindness she showed—almost like a midwife—carried a quiet affection I hadn't expected. Affection from Scarlet... I wasn't sure what to make of that either.
"Ugh... haah... hahk..."
"Nngh..."
Even though the act took quite a long time, I spent most of it focused on Dorothy's comfort, so the moments of direct physical pleasure for myself were brief. Still, the simple act of trying to make her feel good while being considerate brought back a feeling I thought I'd forgotten. It was hard to put into words, but if I had to compare it to something, it was like the vague, hopeful excitement of a first time returning.
Dorothy had been forcing a smile through the discomfort at first, but once her arms and legs began to relax, she started letting out soft, adorable moans laced with genuine pleasure. I endured the tight grip of her insides while gently stroking her dark-purple hair and wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. The height difference made kissing difficult, so I used my hands instead, doing everything I could to satisfy her. By the end, her loosened walls squeezed down gratefully, allowing me to finish properly as well.
Even so, a threesome still felt strangely out of place when I tried to frame it as pure love. It simply didn't suit that kind of tender image.
"...Haa."
"Good work."
Seeing Dorothy's relaxed, blissful expression, Scarlet's voice had softened with relief. She had watched me try so hard for Dorothy right beside us, after all. Earlier, when she'd even started using honorifics out of fear, I'd been genuinely startled. Those tentacles must have been terrifying enough to make her tuck away her usual sharp pride for a moment. The fact that she could now approach me and say "good work" after I'd left something warm inside Dorothy and pulled out meant my apology had reached her without misunderstanding. That, at least, was a relief.
"Ah..."
She still seemed to think she had to obey me. "...I'll clean it up for you."
She leaned in close and buried her face against my manhood, still messy with semen and Dorothy's fluids, then began cleaning it with her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My hands rose reflexively, unsure if I should accept such service, but before I could decide, the warm, wet heat of her mouth had already wrapped around the head. With nowhere else to put them, I lightly rested my palms on her red hair. She shot me a sharp glare, but soon lowered her eyes again and resumed moving her head.
"Huuu..."
What an unexpected service. A deep, pleased moan slipped naturally from my lips.
"...I... I want to help too..."
Dorothy, still catching her breath after her climax, must have heard the sound. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, brushed the sweat-damp strands of hair from her face, and crawled over. It wasn't jealousy—just kindness, or perhaps simply not wanting to be left out. She nudged Scarlet aside, made space for herself between my legs, and leaned in as well. My other hand ended up resting on her head too. And then—
"Oh..."
This was... another rare sight. I'd already experienced their luxurious double handjob earlier, but now it was a double blowjob. I was reminded once again just how fortunate I was.
"Chuu... slurp, haah..."
And that sight... it almost looked like they were kissing each other with me in the middle. Their tongues met occasionally as they licked along the shaft in coordination. Honestly, compared to Scarlet's skilled solo technique, it wasn't as physically pleasurable—almost ticklish at times—but the visual satisfaction was incomparable.
"...Gulp."
I swallowed hard without realizing it, and the member I'd thought was spent began to harden again.
Dorothy wasn't used to this kind of service, so she simply copied Scarlet's movements. Whenever their tongues brushed against each other around me, both of them flinched slightly. It was strangely fascinating to watch. Their relationship seemed to have improved, which was good, but the thought of the two of them tempting me together like this also made me worry about how long I could possibly endure it.
"Chuu... nerp... I didn't mean to... slurp... make it hard again, though..."
Scarlet's teasing, seductive voice claimed otherwise, but her burning red eyes were clearly asking for the same gentle, affectionate treatment I'd given Dorothy. The mixture of heat and curiosity in that gaze was so endearing that I almost smiled. Because our recent encounters had mostly been rough and devouring, this careful, almost troublesome display of affection seemed to have piqued her interest. I briefly considered teasing her by asking if she wanted me to make it go down again, but in the end, I kept the thought to myself.
"...Next is Scarlet's turn."
The Management Team Leader, who had been watching from her seat, finally stood up. She picked up the hard, cool clown mask from the desk and slowly covered her face with it once more. Her voice, now altered, slipped out in a single quiet remark.
"It's truly important not to lose your original intentions."
The Counselor had recently been drowning in a decadent lifestyle, buried in soft, sweet-smelling skin, surrounded by women who loved and were loved by him. That didn't necessarily make him a promiscuous person, but watching him grow accustomed to the temptations around him and settle into that enjoyment had made her decide to keep observing for now. After all, no matter how many other firm ways he could have refused, a man his age was unlikely to turn down sex with such beautiful, alluring women.
"Still, impressive is impressive."
He seemed to think of malice far too lightly. Under normal circumstances, resisting it or inserting his own will into it should have been impossible. Even if it had been cultivated inside a human body through experiments, it was still a demon's malice. She had expected blood, flesh, and bone fragments to go flying, yet the vulgar tentacle footage continued without incident. The fact that he had even considered accepting a demon's malice into his own body—relying on Undine's help or not—was reckless beyond belief. A human mind simply couldn't withstand that kind of malice once it took root in the flesh.
Dorothy had only managed to suppress it because she had slowly absorbed the demon's blood and malice together back when she was Prisoner 13, and even now her mental state remained extremely unstable. The Team Leader let out a small sigh. Thinking about it again made another sigh escape her lips, but it also meant his mental fortitude had grown considerably through everything he'd experienced. He might not realize it, but to her, Scarlet and Dorothy were nothing more than two dangerous prisoners who had caused countless casualties—one with a nasty personality, the other a gloomy accomplice. She felt no sympathy for them, nor did she intend to. Sympathizing with anyone was a ridiculous notion to begin with.
She figured it wouldn't hurt for him to gain this kind of experience a little earlier. She had been preparing to call the management team to clean up the messy room and treat any injuries when, contrary to her expectations, the gore she had anticipated never appeared. Instead, even in that situation, he had desperately tried to protect her and the others from the tentacles behind them. It was absurd, yet strangely admirable. To remain mostly sane after touching a demon's malice—showing only lust and a bit of violence while still having the presence of mind to worry about others—was genuinely impressive.
In the end, he had gained the awareness he needed, though she hadn't expected it to come from just a few bruises. She had only been observing and leaving things alone, so she felt a slight twinge of guilt for having imagined such cruel scenarios in her head.
"The coffee's all gone."
The Management Team Leader glanced at the empty cups on the desk before returning her gaze to the screen. The Counselor and the women were no longer driven by lust but by clumsy affection. After exchanging embarrassed words, they had finally succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep together. Regardless, the Counselor's growth was something to be welcomed—whether it manifested as new abilities, inner realizations, or simply more muscle on his waist after so much activity. All forms of growth were good.
"..."
Like a leech slowly crawling up an ankle, the grand finale was steadily approaching. Feeling that her own liberation was not far off, she allowed a dry smile to form beneath her mask. At the same time, a complicated emotion rose within her—one she had hidden so well that perhaps even she herself had not yet noticed it.