Nothing More to Offer
"...Did you wake up?"
"..."
Instead of answering, the girl who had just woken up chose to burrow into my arms. I liked the modest weight of her, the warmth of her body, and that fragile, soft quality only a woman's body possessed, so I wrapped one arm around her and pulled her close. Only then did she finally speak.
"You were here, hehe."
"Of course I was. We said we'd spend the weekend together."
"Yeah..."
She was asking something out of nowhere. Maybe she was still half-asleep.
"It's night, so we can't run the vacuum or the washing machine. Let's just stay like this for now."
"...Okay."
Now that I thought about it, she'd come straight over after lunch. I had expected our house date to turn out something like this, but we'd ended up tangled together on the bed from broad daylight, playing until we were both flushed and exhausted, drenched in sweat, and fallen asleep only to wake up at night.
"So... how was it?"
"...It was so big I thought I was going to tear."
"Did it hurt a lot...?"
As for me... honestly, even setting aside the thrill that came from taking her from behind, the way her entrance clenched desperately while her insides welcomed me with that sticky, clinging heat had felt incredible. I wasn't sure how it had been for her, though. It was her first time, and I might have been a little too rough.
"...It didn't really hurt, but... how should I put it... I started feeling ashamed afterward..."
"Ashamed...? Hearing that word from you feels really strange, you know?"
"I looked it up. Apparently, not many women feel that way their first time doing it from behind..."
The word "shame" didn't seem like something that should come out of her mouth, so I was a little taken aback. She'd been leaking quite a bit earlier today, after all.
"Does that mean... I'm actually a really lewd woman?"
...?
"I was wondering what you were about to say, but now you're asking that? Who doesn't already know you're a pervert?"
"...No, it's just... it's a little like that, isn't it? I keep clinging to you. Girls like that aren't very attractive, right...?"
"..."
I had no idea what she was trying to say. I'd noticed it before, but she was surprisingly good at hiding her true feelings from my ability. She could do that because she was aware of what my power was, but that same awareness probably made things harder for her in other ways. She wasn't using honorifics, and she wasn't calling me "Master," so she seemed relatively normal right now—though the situation right after her first anal sex was a little special.
"Haa..."
A small sigh slipped out from the slight frustration, and she reacted to it very sensitively. Ever since she woke up, she'd been constantly watching me, and I really couldn't figure out why.
"If you have something you want to say, just say it. Listening is kind of my specialty, after all."
When I offered to listen first, she showed a startled reaction, as if she hadn't expected to be found out, then hesitated before opening her mouth.
"I was personally interested, but... the reason I prepared my backside in the first place was because I wanted to become special to you... You know that, right?"
"Well, if we're talking special, you did become special."
Her attachment to the fact that she'd offered even her rear to me—something an ordinary woman would rarely allow. It felt like a slightly dirty kind of attachment... but if that had been her goal, then it had worked out. So what was the problem?
"...But now I've already given you everything I can give. So..."
"Wait, hold on. Don't tell me you actually thought that since I'd already tried everything with you, I'd lost interest?"
"..."
"...Am I right? Seriously?"
She was making my head spin in a completely different way this time. It almost felt less troublesome when she was in her genuine pervert mode.
"...I remembered what the President said. That women should play hard to get, that they shouldn't give themselves too easily, and that they should always keep something in reserve..."
"Ugh..."
A groan escaped me involuntarily. So when she woke up earlier and immediately checked that I was beside her before clinging to me, and when she reminded me of our promise to spend the weekend together, she'd actually been worried I might forget and send her home alone?
"But lately my heart's been getting impatient, so... now that I've given you everything..."
"Your heart's been impatient... because of Nero or Scarlet, maybe?"
"..."
She neither confirmed nor denied it, but the silence was clearly an affirmation. Come to think of it, she really had been self-conscious about her small chest. The women around her were just blessed to an unreasonable degree; her chest wasn't actually as small as she thought. My own head had been so soaked in the presence of those larger sizes that I sometimes felt a twinge of dissatisfaction while fondling her relatively cute breasts, but they were still more than enough to bring pleasure to my hands.
"I keep clinging to you like some pervert, so... I started wondering if you'd get tired of me... That's why."
"To sum it up... you're anxious because you've given me your body and your heart, and now you think there's nothing left?"
"Eep... See, this kind of thing is annoying, right? Sorry... Just pretend you didn't hear it."
Hmm...
"I kind of want to smack your butt hard right now."
"...Huh?"
I'd just expressed my honest feelings in the most straightforward way possible.
"Why are you apologizing? And that's a pretty ridiculous worry. If anything, I should be thanking you. I don't even understand what you mean by 'leaving.'"
"N-no... What I meant was..."
"Be honest. After doing all those things with me—from this to that to everything else—do you really think you could go find some other guy and act all prim and proper?"
"That's..."
She might have deeper depths I didn't know about, but I figured we'd probably already covered most of the commonly known perverted plays between us.
"Even if it was just out of pity for that other guy, I wouldn't let you go. And you thought that after taking your firsts in both front and back, I wouldn't feel even a shred of responsibility toward you?"
"..."
And in the end, hadn't she wanted me to say these words directly to her? I decided not to add that part. This much, I could do without making a show of it.
"...You're someone my ability can't touch. When I think about that, I feel so powerless."
"Your ability?"
"I... want you to never forget me for the rest of your life."
"..."
Now I was the one at a loss for words. Her ability was mind control. If she made eye contact, the effect grew stronger. With just a few words, she could turn someone into a puppet that moved according to her will and obeyed her commands. But there was a corresponding restriction: anyone affected by her ability would have all memories of her erased. Even the parents who had given birth to and raised her.
She possessed a powerful ability that could normally let her control anyone like a doll and completely rewrite their beliefs and personality... but...
"Because it's you. Someone I like. I can't use my ability on you."
When I'd seriously talked to her earlier in the day, she'd had a toy stuffed in her rear and hadn't been listening properly, yet now she was saying something like that so well.
"The thought that I can't control you the way I want suddenly made me so anxious. And I'm not as charming as the other women by your side, I'm a pervert with twisted tastes, and I've shown you so many shameful sides of myself..."
"...Stop. I feel like you've said something similar before. I don't know if you remember."
It had been back at my old studio apartment, I think. Anyway.
"I get the gist. In short, you're worried that the guy who's been indulging your masochistic tendencies might not have turned into a full-fledged sadist in personality, right?"
"That's...? Yeah...? No..."
"But you like that, don't you? If I started treating you kindly now, you'd probably feel awkward."
"...U-uh-huh..."
And, though I wasn't sure if she still remembered...
"Well, don't worry. I still remember what you said back then. That even when I try to treat you roughly to match your tastes, I keep worrying about you somewhere, and that gives you a sense of security. That's why you wanted to stay as sex partners, right?"
Back then, my head had been filled with thoughts of "I shouldn't," "I mustn't." Now that I'd gotten used to this role, things were different... but well, maybe that was exactly why I'd made her worry like this.
"The one I treat roughly is the masochistic sow who keeps calling me 'Master' and making things burdensome. But you, the first friend I've truly opened my heart to, I want to keep treating you preciously from now on, too."
"Ah... u-uh..."
"Until you let go of my hand, I won't be the one to let go first. Forget what the President said. I'm a beginner at dating, so I don't like playing hard to get. I'm the type who just says thank you when someone gives me something."
"..."
Maybe I'd talked too much. After having sex and sleeping, it was already past evening and I was hungry.
"Let's eat. You said you haven't eaten since yesterday."
"Ah... ah? Yeah... okay."
"I'll order delivery. It'll come quick. Pick what you want."
I took my phone out of the coat pocket I'd left aside and handed it to her, then slowly sat up and looked around the bedroom.
"By the way, is this okay? The team leader's probably getting all the video and audio sent to her."
"Yeah... I'm used to it. I know how dangerous my ability is, too..."
'...And thinking that someone might be watching kind of turns me on.'
"...You're really consistent."
"Ah, uh-huh..."
"Want to continue after we eat?"
"Ah..."
More than any of the other embarrassing things I'd said, the suggestion to continue made her face flush the brightest. On top of that, her expression bloomed like a puppy who'd just heard someone say they were going for a walk.
"Yes...! Master... ♡"
Even though I'd clearly said that the only one I treated roughly was the masochistic sow who called me Master.