Silken Revelation
With a firm tug, the tank top is pulled upward to remove it, and the soft flesh naturally rises along with it. First, the pale undersides of her breasts are revealed, and at the critical moment, the garment slips off completely. The two plump mounds bounce back into place with lively, independent movements.
"..."
Beautiful. That was my first impression upon seeing them. They made me reflect on how I'd once thought that the bigger, the better, when it came to a woman's chest. I realized that size matters less than how well it suits the person's body. Besides... they were such a delicate color. I'd been curious because of her pale skin, but it wasn't just that.
"Ugh, how is it...?"
The Field Team Leader could maintain such a seductive, fantasy-like figure because she existed as a seductive yokai. But for an ordinary person—or any living being—it's extremely difficult to have a body with fat distributed only in the desired places without medical intervention. A beautiful figure isn't something you can simply manage into existence; its limits are set from the beginning by your skeletal structure. It made me think again about how blessed the women around me are, and how blessed I am to receive their affection and attention so fully.
Arachne's body is sleek and toned from her daily routine and the intense labor of cooking for over twelve hours a day. Her muscles show subtly beneath the skin without being overwhelming—a slender, lovely form. Even without considering her pale skin with its faint blue undertone, the fact that she could wear just a single tank top covering only her breasts without any discomfort was because her body was as flawless as a sculpture displayed in an art museum.
Yet on that smooth body, her breasts didn't hang or dangle like heavy masses. They rested gently, which suited them better. That alone was enough to fill me with a subtle tension. Like dewdrops clinging to a stem, ready to fall at any moment, their center of gravity sat slightly lower, shaping them beautifully. But the nipples pointed upward boldly rather than sagging, giving the impression of full, healthy, resilient breasts beneath their perky form.
Even her skin... I wasn't sure if it was from nervous sweat, but it had a dewy, elastic glow that prioritized suppleness over mere softness. It made me want to grab them immediately. Even I had to admit how perverted my thoughts were, but this stimulation was refreshingly new compared to being fixated only on size.
"...Do you like my breasts?"
I nodded vigorously.
"R-really? I'm glad..."
'I've seen beasts mating, but they never touched each other's chests...'
I shook my head a bit too dramatically, but thankfully she didn't look at me strangely.
'Still... he seems to like them. So Elise was right.'
She still didn't seem to fully understand what it meant for a woman to show her breasts.
"...Want to touch them? Ah, sorry—you can't right now."
"!"
Being bound hand and foot, I thought this was cruel teasing, but I quickly scolded myself for my lack of creativity and patience.
"Then..."
She leaned in close and gently pulled my head into her embrace. In this position, my face naturally buried itself between the breasts I'd wanted to touch. They weren't deep enough for a true "burial," but the security of her arms, the absolute softness of a woman's body, and her kindness were more than enough to bury my heart there.
"If you get properly aroused for me... I'll acknowledge it."
I could have conveyed my genuine feelings instantly through our mental connection, but with my limbs bound, I sealed my throat to keep any foolish words from escaping amid the anticipation of what happiness might come next. To live up to that expectation, I could only move my neck side to side, savoring the bliss.
The two firm, elastic breasts pressed against my face with a dense, springy texture that made me desperately want to squeeze them with my hands. Combined with her moist, smooth skin, they filled my entire face with happiness. Most of all, whenever those pale nipples brushed against my skin, they acted like a catalyst, sending blood rushing downward while leaving my head feeling hazy and light.
"That tickles... Ahaha! Are you teasing me?"
When I glanced up, I caught a rare close-up view of her face. Those crimson eyes with their pair of reverse pupils and the gem-like single eyes lined above her forehead still startled me, but her natural, affectionate gaze and gentle smile as she looked down at me... and those long white eyelashes made me think she was truly beautiful. No—it wasn't that I suddenly thought it. I'd known she was a beauty all along.
"...If you stare too much, I'll get embarrassed."
She'd been looking down at me with an amused "how cute" expression while I playfully buried my face in her chest, but the moment our eyes met, she grew shy again. That feminine reaction made my male instincts classify her not just as a woman, but as a female.
Throb... Throb...
Thanks to that, it didn't take long for me to fulfill her wish.
"Huh...? Something's... poking me."
"..."
She stopped moving, puzzled, and looked down. There was no way I could have poked her with my fingers while bound, so her gaze naturally fell to my erect manhood pressing against her navel area. Her face lit up with joy.
"Ah...! It's standing!"
Saying it so loudly made me feel strangely embarrassed. It wasn't like she'd found some hidden treasure.
"D-did it get hard because of me? Really...?"
I nodded.
"Mm... For now... thanks...? And... can I look at it for a bit?"
'This... this really means it's standing, right...?'
Having her plump breasts move away from my face was immediately disappointing, but seeing her delighted expression left no room for complaints. Creak, crack... The sound of her spider legs bending as she shifted position nearly made my erection falter, but fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—her warm breath soon tickled the area, making it throb even harder.
She'd been embarrassed when our eyes met earlier, yet now she brought her face right up to my erect member without any hesitation. I'd suspected as much, but... this really was her first time.
"It's... twitching. Haa... U-um, this is..."
'Really... just like Elise said, you...'
I was curious what the President had told her about me, but Arachne still looked like she couldn't believe I was aroused because of her. The way she stared at it in wonder made me feel oddly self-conscious. Even though I was the one bound and stripped, it felt like I was doing something I shouldn't.
"Ugh, haa..."
'It's much bigger than before... veins are bulging everywhere, and the color is all mottled. It should look grotesque... but I don't hate it. It's a strange feeling.'
Still... this should be enough, right? It was embarrassing to get this hard right in front of her when I'd told her I didn't have romantic feelings yet, but I'd received such a happy service that I could endure it. I was a little worried it might make things awkward the next time we met, but I figured this was sufficient proof of what she'd wanted.
Yet her eyes still hadn't left my manhood. Why did they seem to hold such heat and determination?
"..."
'Elise said... once you pounce, you have to see it through to the end.'
Arachne...? Her eyes... looked a little scary.
"...I'm sorry."
'But even without her words, I want to become special with you right now.'
She murmured a soft apology, barely audible, then slowly rose back to her full height and looked down at me. Because of our height difference, I had to gaze up at those glowing red eyes in the darkness, and only then did I truly feel like pitiful prey caught in a spider's web. Right now, I was completely at the mercy of her kindness and goodwill. Depending on how her heart changed, there was very little I could do in this situation.
"...Thank you for getting aroused even for this disgusting body of mine. But I... I don't think I can hold back anymore."
"Ugh...?"
"If we stop here... it'll become awkward for us to even look at each other from now on."
'Rather than that...'
Huh, this flow is...