Risk Level 2: Harpy
My head feels dizzy. More precisely, blood has rushed to my brain so intensely that I’m already lightheaded, and now an unbearably pleasant scent is rising from inside the bathroom, making it even harder to endure.
My desperate effort not to turn around feels insufficient even if I called upon every religion that exists. Tap, plop… slither… swish.
The sounds coming from behind are Harpy removing the last of her restraints by herself. Soon I hear the flutter of wings being folded and spread once more, followed by the soft rustle of her bathrobe slipping to the floor.
I have no idea how things reached this point. Even ten minutes ago I couldn’t have predicted this, and right now I still can’t fully accept it. All I know is that this is the result of failing to refuse when she offered to help me wash.
After I stepped into the bathroom naked following her complaint that it was unfair, Harpy—still wearing only her underwear and a bathrobe—followed me in. She asked me not to look back, then removed every last piece of clothing just like I had.
Right after I heard her pick up the body gel and start working it into a lather, something new happened.
“Huh…?”
The unfamiliar sensation of careful hands—avoiding her sharp talons—grasping my forearm made my body tense up involuntarily. But if she’s holding me with both hands like this, how exactly is she planning to wash me?
“I… I know how to do this, so…”
Is the problem just washing my body? Please go slowly… Hang in there, Harpy.
“Yes… Please leave it to me.”
The steam from the hot water I’d turned on earlier had already fogged up the mirror, but silhouettes were still visible. Am I really standing naked in the bathroom with Harpy right now?
Squish…
“H-Harpy?!”
Two soft, heavy mounds pressed against my back without any fabric between us, spreading warmly and fully against my skin. I felt my lower body grow painfully stiff and called out to her in a rush.
“I can’t use my hands… because I might hurt the Counselor. So…”
Slide…
Pleasure clogged my throat so completely that no other words could escape.
“Nngh…”
“…Is it bad?”
Slide… rub…
Her shoulders instinctively hunched at the sensation of those two soft masses gently scrubbing up and down her back. I never imagined I’d experience this kind of luxury just from getting washed.
“N-no… It’s incredible.”
“…Really…? Ehehe.”
She must have sensed my genuine feelings, because her voice brightened with laughter. Gaining confidence, Harpy pressed herself even more firmly against my back, letting me experience a taste of paradise on earth.
Press…
Her large, gentle breasts—now thoroughly coated in body gel and slippery—clung to my back and moved up and down, transmitting the firm yet soft sensation of her flesh. The subtle, soft peaks at their tips added a sweet accent to her otherwise gentle motions. It was perfect. Truly… wonderful. I could confidently say there was no greater luxury or indulgence than this.
“…”
But there was one small problem. Twitch, twitch. My efforts to hold back now seemed ridiculous as my fully erect length stood tall, throbbing menacingly toward the ceiling.
“…Nngh, ugh…”
While she recreated paradise against my back with her chest, I stood with my thighs pressed tightly together, arms pinned to my sides to keep myself from losing control and making a mistake with Harpy. This was just washing. That’s all. Harpy was simply trying to clean me with pure intentions.
“Haa…”
“…”
“Hngh… hoo…”
“…Harpy?”
‘Something’s wrong… I can’t calm down… Just touching the Counselor makes my body keep getting… hotter… ngh…’
My attempts to maintain composure were in vain. The increasingly firm, distinct sensation of her nipples against my back and Harpy’s wet, breathy moans only made things worse.
‘A man’s body is… this hard…’
It was driving me insane. The more I tried to endure by gripping my own thighs, the more pointless the resistance became.
‘And ever since earlier… from the front… there’s been this incredibly good smell… ugh…’
Smell?
“??”
“Counselor… now… the front, hngh… the front too…”
“..!!”
I wanted to say no, that I couldn’t let her see the front, but her seductive voice—now sticky and different from usual—echoed softly through the steamy bathroom and crawled up my ears, further scrambling my already dizzy mind.
“…Ah.”
And because I missed the chance to stop her, the accident I feared finally happened when Harpy slipped around in front of me.
Press…
My manhood, still standing rigid, brushed carelessly against her soft skin.
“Ugh…”
“Hyah…?! Just now… what was that?”
I had been desperately holding back the urge to touch my painfully erect length, but that single accident pressed the tip against Harpy’s soft abdomen, making it throb even more violently, demanding greater stimulation.
Just as I thought I could no longer control the impulse inside me—
‘Just now… something really hot… and hard…’
Thud, splash…
“H-Harpy?!”
Harpy, who had been staring at the twitching length pressed against her stomach with hazy eyes, slowly dropped to her knees. Without any sign of disgust, she brought her face closer.
‘There’s this incredibly delicious smell coming from here… I don’t know what it is… but I like it…’
“Hih…?”
When her heated breath inevitably touched the sensitive tip, my manhood—already angry and swollen—twitched powerfully once more and lightly tapped her soft cheek before springing back. While I was greatly flustered, she only looked slightly surprised before leaning in even closer than before.
‘It’s so hard… and hot… I can feel the heat on my face… and it’s throbbing so much… ngh…’
I wasn’t sure whether it was misfortune or fortune that I could hear her inner thoughts as she gazed at my length as if entranced.
‘This is… the Counselor’s… It’s thick… and long… It looks cool.’
That wasn’t me… well, technically it was my thing. Ah… It was embarrassing beyond words, yet I felt a shameful sense of joy.
“Hoo… ugh?”
Even though I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm down, my hips nearly gave out. In that moment, Harpy had gently taken hold of my length with both hands.
Squeeze…
The first sensation was a brief coolness that seemed to soothe the heat. But it didn’t last. Instead, this new stimulation only made more blood rush to my manhood.
Twitch! Throb…! Twitch!
“Hoo…”
‘It’s gotten even redder than before… It looks painful… Is the Counselor okay…?’
Not okay at all… If this continues—
Slide… slide… rub…
Harpy began stroking my length as if trying to soothe it. She probably didn’t realize what she was doing, but even though her hands were rough with calluses and ended in long, sharp talons, the slightly prickly sensation only made clear fluid leak steadily from the tip.
‘What’s this…? Something’s coming out… Was the delicious smell coming from here…?’
“A-ah… Wait a second, Harpy?”
‘…Can I… eat it?’
“??”
While I stood frozen, wondering if I’d heard her correctly, Harpy slowly parted her plump, soft lips and extended her small, red tongue.
“Harpy, wait—!”
Lick…
I tried to pull my hips back, but it was too late. Her soft tongue tip gently licked up along the slit at the head, sending an explosion of satisfaction and pleasure through my mind even as a wave of mortification washed over me.
In the end—
“U-ugh…!”
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt—!!!
Spurt!! Spurt…! Spuuurt…!!
Twitch, twitch…! Spurt…! Spurt… Spurt…!
“Ah…? Ah? Ahh?”
My hips jerked upward on their own as thick ropes of semen shot out with tremendous force, flooding my mind with the overwhelming sensation of release after so long. The powerful spurts continued until they finally began to slow.
Drip, drip… plop… tap…
“Hueh… ugh?”
Harpy, who had been dazed until the long climax finally subsided, looked confused, not fully understanding what had just happened to her.
‘It’s so hot it almost burns… and sticky…’
Her pretty face was now marked with thick, white streaks of my pent-up desire from the past few months—smeared across her long eyelashes, flushed cheeks, and sweat-dampened forehead. Even her slightly parted lips had strings of semen stretching inside her mouth.
The sight, combined with the intense smell, made me dizzy with a sense of depravity. My legs trembled from the lingering aftershocks.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“…Gulp.”
Why did she swallow…?
“…It’s… delicious.”
At those words from Harpy—her face flushed red as if intoxicated by the strong scent—something inside me snapped. The last thread of my reason finally broke.