Risk Level <4>: The Girl
So why the hell am I in this situation right now?
"..."
Her unfocused eyes gaze down at me, dazed. At first they curve into a gentle smile, but the corners lift ever so slightly at the end, giving her a sharp, teasing look that suggests she knows exactly how to play with someone. She must be aware of how charming that expression is, because she’s carefully applied eyeshadow—darkest right at the lash line, fading into a soft orange gradient that draws the eye even more. Even without the makeup, having her face this close would make it impossible not to stare.
"...Open your mouth."
"Mmph... mmph..."
So this is what we’re doing now—a bit of a struggle. Actually, it’s not even a struggle. It’s closer to her one-sided demand and my resistance.
"...Not gonna open it?"
Smack!
"...!"
She pulls her face back for a second, then grabs both of my cheeks with her hands. I’ve been desperately trying not to look down past her neck, but—
Squeeze...!
What kind of arm strength is that...?
"Look all you want. You like it, don’t you? You said it was your type."
"That was... Yerin, that was just my inner thoughts from earlier..."
"...You don’t like it?"
At that sharp, downward glance, I flinch once. I start to squeeze my eyes shut, then change my mind. If I close them now, it’ll look like I’m agreeing with her question, and I won’t be able to handle the aftermath. Her arms holding my cheeks seem to tense a little more.
"No, it’s not that I don’t like it, but..."
"I keep up with my training, you know. You need basic stamina to keep up with field work..."
"..."
I’ve heard she often goes out on missions with the field team. With that small frame, she’d have to maintain a body like this just to handle their training intensity. Her waist is incredibly slim, and those sharp lines of her abs on either side of her cute navel... Of course I don’t dislike it. The problem is that the only reason I can see all of this right now is because the clothes she was wearing have been reduced to a single dark orange bra and matching panties.
"Ugh, please come to your senses. This is all because of the Field Team Leader...!"
And I think I understand why Yerin ended up pinning me down in her underwear. Just like the Team Leader mentioned before... I’ve been exposed to the Field Team Leader’s pheromones in this enclosed space for a long time, so my body is getting sexually aroused. Even I feel like I’m about to burst down there, and every time she grinds against me in nothing but her underwear, the thread of my rationality feels like it’s about to snap. And right now, she’s definitely doing it on purpose. The moment I react, this situation will become irreversible—so I’m gritting my teeth and pretending not to notice.
"Aah... So it’s because of Nine Tail’s pheromones?"
"Yes...! You already know that, don’t you? And you drank a lot, too!"
"So... right now, you’re saying I’m throwing myself at you like this because of those things... Is that what you’re trying to say?"
"...?"
If I put it that way...
"You’re saying I’m just drunk and feeling good, so I’d do this to anyone?"
"I didn’t say that much! I just wanted to avoid us looking at each other awkwardly tomorrow morning..."
"...You’re so noisy. If you’ve already come this far, you should just give in and enjoy it."
...She’d be dead wrong if she thought I was resisting because I don’t want it. Right now, there’s no one else in this place except me and Yerin. Why does that matter? It means the Team Leader, who usually suppresses my ability, isn’t here.
‘Ah... Aah... This is embarrassing, so embarrassing...! I could just pretend to give in...!’
"...You call yourself a man after acting like this? Huh?"
‘Yeah...! If I’ve tried this hard, you should at least let it slide...! I’m more clear-headed right now than I’ve ever been!’
If I were truly clear-headed, I would’ve been more aware of my ability. Provoking me won’t work. The fact that I can hear her mortified inner voice right now means that whether she’s drunk or her body is burning up from the pheromones, she’s not thinking straight. Still, the fact that she hasn’t tried to hypnotize me yet means she has at least some rationality left... I have no choice but to bet on that possibility.
...I’m at my limit too, so—
"...Hngh... So you’re going to keep acting like this?"
‘I... I don’t know...! It’s all your fault...! It’s your fault!’
Thud...!
"Heehee..."
"Hup..."
Even though she’s straddling me, she was supporting herself on her knees, so her hips had been hovering just above me, only brushing against me until now. Ignoring the Field Team Leader’s pheromones for a moment, seeing that sensual body with her tail barely covering her most embarrassing spot from this perfect vantage point, and having her in nothing but underwear pressed right against my skin... Of course the erection trapped in my pants was already painfully hard, growling in frustration without being able to tear through the thick fabric. And now her thinly covered sex brushes over it in a teasing sway. It’s swollen to the point of bursting. She probably knows exactly what it means that she just sat down fully on it.
"Ah..."
‘Something hard... is right under me... twitching so much...’
The stimulation from below is just a moderate weight—soft and warm—but the mental shock of realizing our most intimate parts are touching through only a few layers of fabric is enough to make my manhood throb uncontrollably. Sticky precum has already leaked out and made a mess inside my underwear, but I somehow managed to hold back from pathetically coming in my pants. Still, I can’t stop my erection from twitching at her unfiltered inner thoughts as she sits there dazed on top of me.
‘Right now... it’s wedged between us, isn’t it...? My lower body’s been throbbing this whole time... and it’s getting worse... If I just move back and forth a little like this... it would probably feel really good...’
"Ugh... ngh..."
If she does that, I’ll come spectacularly and pathetically right away. Determined to stop that at all costs, I stretch out my arm without even looking and grab onto something.
"Hik...?"
Startled by the sudden reaction, she finally lowers her head carefully. I see that my hand is firmly gripping her slim waist. The bare skin under my hot palm feels soft... and firm. I could already tell just by looking, but actually holding it like this... her waist is so incredibly narrow... Wait, no! I need to get a grip.
"Aah..."
‘His palm... really is a man’s hand... It’s so big. And hot... He’s holding on so tightly... What is he going to do to me like this...?’
No...! That’s not it! I’m not trying to do anything to you—I’m trying to stop you from doing something. Even as I deny it in my head, my hand gripping her waist refuses to let go. The urge to hold this slim waist tightly and be honest with my desires is pounding at the top of my skull. I’m seriously going crazy... It’s not like I don’t want to do it.
...Yeah. This is actually perfect. This is the only chance I have to get her off me.
"...Hup!"
"Hah...?"
Compared to the strength she used to pin me down, her small frame makes her easy to lift. I successfully set her down beside me, then quickly sit up and look around for her blouse to drape over her shoulders. My own breathing has grown ragged. I can feel that I’m reaching my limit. If I get any more direct stimulation, or if I look at her seductive eyes or her perfectly proportioned body again, I really won’t be able to hold back. My painfully swollen manhood, throbbing from the root, is warning me in its fully aroused state. When the Field Team Leader helped me with training before, I’d only built up that much tension and ended up pouring all my desires into Harpy without holding anything back. If I explode now, pushed to the absolute edge, I don’t know what might happen.
"Hah... hah, why can’t I find the clothes..."
Whether the alcohol still hasn’t worn off or I’m just not in my right mind, I can see something pale on the floor, but my hand keeps swiping through empty air.
"Huh...?"
And that was probably my last chance.
Grab...!
"...You... Even in this situation... you really don’t want to do it with me?"
‘Is it because my chest is small...? Or because I’m not that pretty...?’
"Ugh..."
The hand that snatched mine belongs to Yerin, still looking up at me from where I set her down. With her short, dyed-yellow hair hanging like a curtain right in front of my nose and her red-painted lips parting as she exhales warm breath onto my face, my mind goes dizzy. That can’t be it. There’s no way I don’t want to.
"There’s no way... I don’t want to. I also think of you, Yerin..."
"Me... what? You want to take me home like a gentleman? Huh? Who asked for that...?"
Does it look like I have that kind of composure right now? I’m barely holding myself together from going insane...
"Th-that’s not it..."
"Then what is it...! Say it! Stop confusing me and just tell me what you want...!"
She’s the one who keeps confusing me...!
"Someone...!"
"...Hngh?"
"...Someone is barely holding back from pinning you down right now, grabbing that slim waist, and fucking you until you pass out!!"
"..."
"...."
What did I just say...
"...That’s impressive."
That was her only comment. The moment the words leave my mouth, I realize what I just said, and the thought that I’ve really done it now fills my head. My heart is pounding like crazy.
"Ah... No, I mean..."
"..."
‘Wow... Wow... This is crazy. I saw it in the video back then too, but... he’s the type to push hard, huh.’
"No... Ah,"
"..."
‘...Even though he looks so innocent... in bed... just like he did with Harpy... Hngh, just thinking about it... again...’
"Um... I was a little worked up earlier, so what I said just now was a mistake..."
"...No, I’m sorry. You’re... probably feeling the same way I am..."
"...Yes."
After blurting that out, I feel like I’ve regained a bit of rationality. She also seems to have come back to her senses after hearing that shocking confession, because she’s covering her mouth with her hand and blushing. For a while, we sit in awkward silence, unable to meet each other’s eyes as time drags on. How are we supposed to face each other starting tomorrow... My lower body hurts and my head is throbbing. At this point, it would almost be less frustrating if I just gave in and took her right now... Ah... No, what am I even thinking?
"..."
While I’m clutching my head in regret, she’s the one who breaks the awkward silence first.
"...So, I have a suggestion... We..."
"...?"
"Even if we don’t go all the way... how about just using our hands...?"
"Huh?"
What is she saying...?
"...I mean, I’m embarrassed too, but... you’re probably really embarrassed right now as well. I feel bad, and earlier... I could feel it. It was really... big..."
"..."
The most surprising thing is that there’s no difference between her inner voice and what she’s actually saying. So that’s her real intention...?
"...Then... tomorrow we won’t have anything to say to each other... So how about it...?"
"But..."
"It’s just helping each other out... Yeah..."
"..."
Even if it’s just helping... helping her get off? No, helping each other...?
"Ah..."
Then my gaze is drawn for a moment to the secret valley between her legs as she nervously rubs her thighs together. The wet spot on her light-colored underwear is even more obvious now. The rationality that had returned flies far away, never to come back.
"Kyaa...?"
When I lean toward her, she startles and falls back onto her butt even though I haven’t touched her yet. Seeing her so defenseless, I feel a moment of hesitation—Is this really okay? But when I look at Yerin, her face flushed red with anticipation for what’s about to happen, glancing at me sideways as if urging me on, I finally forget my hesitation.
"...Come here. If we face each other... it’ll be... embarrassing..."