Risk Level 2: Harpy
"Haa... I guess this really isn't right after all."
The Response Team Leader, who had sent the Counselor back to the room where Harpy remained, stretched her legs out on the large, fluffy bed and lay there for a long while. After tossing and turning several times, she finally got up again.
During this outing, the Counselor's devoted and attentive behavior, along with the way Harpy responded to him, had already revealed a certain mutual affection between the two. She couldn't deny that she had gotten unintentionally invested and helped them out in various ways.
But...
"Huu..."
The deal with the Management Team Leader had only been to give the two of them time without any surveillance. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that it wouldn't end there. After all, it was impossible for nothing to happen when a man and woman in their prime spent the night together in a hotel room.
This situation felt unfamiliar to her, who had always thought of Harpy as nothing more than a containment subject. She had joined this "game" half in jest, assuming the Counselor, even if he felt some attraction toward Harpy, wouldn't think of her any differently than she did.
She had picked out those lewd undergarments because Harpy's embarrassed reaction was cute, and she had only made that vulgar joke thinking the shy girl would never actually show them to him.
"...What am I even saying right now? Don't tell me I'm actually anxious?"
"About what?"
"No, it's just... the Counselor..."
"Wah?!"
The Response Team Leader, discovering someone sitting right beside her bed without the slightest sound or presence, shot up like she'd been pricked by a needle and immediately drew the pistol at her waist.
"Resting well, I see?"
"...!"
Only after aiming the gun did she recognize the person. The same build, the same suit, and that unsettling clown mask. She should have realized it the moment she heard that grating voice, like nails on metal.
"Management Team Leader? How did you get in here?!"
"Does that really matter?"
"..."
Despite the gun pointed at her, the other woman showed no concern whatsoever. She pulled a terminal from her coat and gestured for the Response Team Leader to come closer.
"..."
Eventually, overwhelmed by that shameless attitude, the Response Team Leader holstered her pistol and approached. Then—
"Oh, they've already started."
"?!"
The video playing on the Management Team Leader's terminal was none other than the bedroom of the suite where Harpy and the Counselor were. And when she said "started," she was referring to Harpy, who had already removed her top, and the Counselor holding the clothes he had stripped from her.
"Wait, hold on. You said there'd be no surveillance—"
The very person who had asked for unsupervised time was doing this?
"Ah, I did say that? Don't worry. There's only this one camera in the room. Even so, she's still a containment subject. A little insurance is necessary, don't you think?"
"No, that's not—"
"It was also the President's orders."
"Ugh..."
She still couldn't grasp the intent, but at least she understood that this wretched clown mask wasn't doing this out of concern for the President's orders or the Counselor's safety.
"Don't think too deeply about it. Besides, you were curious too, weren't you? About what was happening in that room."
"..."
"Ah, it has sound too."
Click.
'...You don't have to lie just to spare my feelings. I know. I wish I had cute breasts like the Response Team Leader...'
...?
Cute... what?
'No...! That's not true! Harpy's breasts are incredibly charming!'
...What are these two even—
'Most men prefer women with large breasts. And I...! I'm part of that majority too.'
"Hmm... so that's how it is. Pfft... ahem, cough."
Grind.
The sound of grinding molars echoed.
"Give me that."
The Response Team Leader snatched the terminal and glared at the man and woman on the screen, teeth clenched. All the guilt and worry she had felt toward them had already vanished from her heart.
"Puh... ahem... cough, pfft... 'Cute breasts,' she says... Puhehehe."
"Shut up, before I shoot you."
*
"Hahk... hah... hah...!"
"Ahak...! Haah... hak... haah...!"
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!
Holding Harpy tightly in my arms, I thrust my hips steadily, scooping out the lewd mixture of semen and love juices from where we were joined. Every time my manhood pushed upward, forcibly reshaping her narrow, winding insides to fit my shape and relentlessly pressing against the firm spot deep within, wet sounds echoed—squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
From our tightly sealed junction, white fluids naturally overflowed, adding to the obscene symphony with every movement.
"Haah...! Hak... Counselor... Counselor...!"
My womb... is pounding... every time it gets crushed, it feels so good...
I licked and sucked at Harpy's pure white nape, which had kindly informed me exactly where my glans was pressing, and layered fresh, darker kiss marks over the ones I'd already left. Even though it had been a while, the sheer volume of my release was unbelievable. The fact that I was still rock hard after three climaxes was astonishing.
Instead of softening after ejaculation, my length grew even harder and more menacing with each rough thrust, my testicles tightening hotly as they prepared fresh seed.
Could it be because of the female pheromones she was releasing? Every time I licked her nape, which tasted as if honey had been spread over it, a distinct sweetness lingered on my tongue. This sweet scent filled my nose and demanded that I move my hips even more violently.
If this really was pheromones, then perhaps my male instincts were being forcibly awakened.
"Ahh...! Hng... ugh...!"
Harpy, pinned beneath my weight and mercilessly having her cervix struck, twisted her body slightly before wrapping her arms and legs around me like a lock. Thanks to that, her soft body pressed even closer, and the gentle touch of her wing feathers lightly settled over my back and head, feeling incredibly pleasant.
A kiss... I want a kiss...
"Hah... hah...! Harpy, your lips..."
When I mentioned her lips, she looked at me and obediently opened her mouth, even sticking out her tongue to welcome me. Feeling another wave of affection, I enjoyed a deep kiss. Even as I lost myself in the sensation of her insides for the first time, chasing only pleasure toward another shuddering release, we never forgot to confirm our feelings through our entwined arms and the deep exchange of saliva and tongues.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch!
"Mmph...! Nngh, hup..."
Every time an unstable moan escaped her sealed lips, her insides tightened uncontrollably around me, but I was gradually getting used to it.
Deeper inside... ah... feels so good...
I could hear her gentle inner voice worrying that I might be in pain before her walls squeezed down randomly. Seeing her body trembling with pleasure, I regained some composure. Though she was too embarrassed to voice them, I could hear all her little requests in her heart and fulfill them. This time, I refused to stop moving my hips until I made Harpy climax first.
It feels good... it feels so good, Counselor... It's like you're reading my mind... doing everything I want... I like it... I like you so much...
Feeling her legs locked around my waist and her arms around my neck tighten, I felt a slight pang of guilt and changed my movements. Instead of pulling back, I pressed down firmly, grinding my manhood hard against her cervix.
"Hngh...?!"
With a strange moan, her lower body began to tremble. Her inner walls, having lost control, wrapped around and squeezed my length mercilessly, but I had already braced myself. At first, the tightness had been painful, but after three rounds of tempering, my manhood had become incredibly hard and maintained its rigidity even against this overwhelming pressure, scraping against her sensitive flesh.
"Hngh... ugh...!"
When I pulled my hips back, her lewd insides clung to me as if trying to pull me back in, and I scraped them thoroughly with the ridge of my glans. Only after feeling the tight ring of her entrance catch on that ridge did I thrust forward again without mercy.
Once I had buried myself to the root and pressed down with my hips, pushing even deeper, Harpy could only accept the pleasure that felt like it was striking her brain directly, unable to do anything but moan.
"Ooh... ooh...!"
While licking and sucking at her soft, slightly parted lips again, I didn't stop this attack until she properly climaxed. Unlike before, when I had been pounding her like a pleasure-starved monkey, this slower but deliberate method of thrusting made her let out foolish moans with completely unfocused eyes, her tongue lolling out as she sought kisses.
From the way her inner voice had also become filled with nothing but lewd moans, I could tell she was about to climax spectacularly. And I was the same. Every time I pulled back, her entrance sucked at me greedily, and every time I thrust in, the sensation of forcibly parting her tight insides, and finally the way her cervix wrapped around me when I reached it—it was impossible not to feel the intense urge to release rising from my boiling testicles.
Moreover, her soft body, which felt gentle no matter where I touched, caressed my hard frame while the sweet scent filling my nose gently melted my mind.
"Hah...! Haah... now...!!"
I... I was also reaching my limit.
With the single-minded determination to send her over first this time, I kept thrusting despite her insides clinging to me, slapping against her plump thighs.
"Haah...! Hak...!! ...! ...!!!"
The moment we had both been waiting for arrived. I tightened my arms around her, trapping her completely in my embrace, and delivered the final thrust. Sensing that I could no longer hold back my climax, I pushed as deep as possible and roughly kissed her cervix.
"Hyaaaaah...!!"
A moan as loud as I had hoped burst from her pretty lips, and violent tremors began to shake her lower body where it was pressed against mine. Her arms and legs, wrapped around me, tightened with unprecedented strength.
With a powerful climax triggered by having her cervix struck, she convulsed throughout her entire body.
At the same time, feeling her insides squeeze me as if trying to wring me dry with every wave of her orgasm, I opened the floodgates without hesitation.
"Ugh...!!"
Thick ropes of semen erupted, filling her narrow passage. The thrilling sensation of the heavy streams traveling from the base through the urethra and forcefully striking her innermost depths was vividly transmitted through my length. This twisted sense of conquest—of marking her pure womb with my seed—intensified the pleasure.
With the determination not to waste a single drop, I sealed her cervix and released everything, to the point where I could almost imagine her lower belly slightly swelling.
Once again, an absurd amount of semen filled her precious place with hot, sticky fluid.
Even after the seemingly endless fourth climax, her insides continued to suckle at my length as if begging for more. It was incredible. With both of us oversensitive, her uncontrolled walls freely sucked and squeezed me, leaving us unable to move as we received relentless stimulation even in the afterglow, making us acutely aware of what it meant for our brains to be soaked in pleasure.
After enjoying a lingering kiss with her saliva-glistened lips, I stayed happily connected for a while before regaining my senses. Carefully, I withdrew from her, separating our tightly joined bodies.
With a lewd sound, my length slipped out, thoroughly coated in our mixed fluids. Immediately, thick semen began to overflow from her twitching entrance, dripping onto the already soaked sheets.
Though I had only managed one thrust before climaxing on the first insertion, I had at least succeeded in making her come without pulling out. That counted as recovery.
I looked down at Harpy, who lay limply on the bed, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm and occasionally twitching. Her intimate area was flushed red from being thoroughly tormented, her right nape covered in fresh kiss marks, and her expression had melted into a defenseless mix of ecstasy and blankness. Her lips were marked all over with my saliva.
...I had wanted to see this sight. Any male would feel the same.
Every time her small muscles twitched and spasmed, her breasts jiggled sensitively. Even right after my fourth release, my length began to throb again in response. However, it probably wasn't possible right now. If I stimulated it again without rest, I was certain this oversensitive member would experience both heaven and hell at once.
"Counselor... nim..."
"Ah... Harpy."
"...A baby... if one is born... more, more..."
"..."
"Counselor nim's... baby... please give it to me..."
Gulp.
With her thighs spread wide, her intimate place still leaking the semen I had just released, and her body lying defenselessly, she made this request even while basking in the afterglow. My mind went blank for a moment before returning.
A baby... a baby, she says. Even now, she believed my lie and wanted more of my seed.
"...I love you, Harpy."
I spoke the words that had just risen in my heart, without any embellishment or exaggeration.
"Huu...?"
A beat late, Harpy's unfocused eyes regained some clarity, her beautiful amber irises shining for a moment. Then her cheeks flushed slightly. She seemed more embarrassed by hearing those words than by her own lewd posture, averting her gaze before shyly meeting my eyes again.
Her already marked lips moved hesitantly before she finally gave me this lovely reply.
"Me too... me too..."
Ah, Harpy...
The emotions swirling in my heart quickly turned into bubbling lust and boundless affection, making my length harden once more and moving my body on its own to cover her again.
...The night was still long.