Risk Level 4: Girl
"..."
"..."
"...Move a little closer."
"Y-yes."
We had already been pressed this close throughout the entire truth game, but now that the situation had become so explicit, even just sitting nearer made my heart pound and my breathing grow ragged. Hiding it was impossible.
"...Your clothes?"
"Ah, about that..."
"It's embarrassing if I'm the only one naked."
"Well... I haven't been taking care of myself lately, whoa—"
Whatever I tried to say, her hands were already gripping the hem of my cotton T-shirt and yanking it upward. Honestly, I had no confidence I could win this exchange, and if it helped her feel less embarrassed, then so be it. Besides, being shirtless was nothing compared to what we were about to do.
"For someone who said he had no confidence, you must have been working out."
She tossed my shirt behind her and stared at my body with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
"...I used to work multiple part-time jobs to pay off the deposit. On weekends I did loading and unloading work. I figured if I didn't exercise, I'd probably die."
"You've had it rough too..."
Her answer was casual, but her gaze never left my torso.
"..."
'I knew men and women were built differently, but... his whole body is covered in muscle. It almost feels dangerous to touch...'
Her inner voice was unusually forward. The ridiculous incident earlier had snapped us both back to our senses, stopping us right before we lost control like animals. Still, her body was clearly heating up again. Her breathing had grown rough as she stared at my upper body with undisguised hunger.
"Haa... haa."
Her breath brushed directly against my skin. It was maddening.
"...Can I touch you?"
"Ah... mm..."
Ever since I started taking care of Nero, I'd cut down to one part-time job, so a little softness had started to appear. I felt self-conscious about it. Would she really back off if I said no?
"...On second thought, maybe not."
"If you let me... I'll let you touch me too. That would be fair, right?"
"Huh...?"
It was such an appealing offer that I couldn't answer right away. She clearly had no intention of waiting for permission. Impatient, she offered what she thought was a reasonable compromise and then pressed herself against me without further hesitation.
Slide... stroke...
"...It really is different."
'He's so big... and incredibly firm. It's amazing. And it's been twitching hard down there since earlier... Do guys get turned on from this kind of touching too?'
"Yerin, that area... it's a little embarrassing for a guy..."
"Ah...? Ah, sorry...? I got carried away while touching you..."
I felt her soft hands persistently circling my chest and couldn't help being aware of what was happening below. Thank goodness my pants were dark-colored. My underwear was already soaked with precum, and the sticky sensation was starting to feel uncomfortable. Every time her slender fingers brushed my skin, it felt like lightning striking.
"But... what are you doing?"
"...?"
"I said it's okay for you to touch me too... for fairness."
"Huh? Right now?"
She had moved her hands up from my chest to knead my shoulders when she spoke.
"...Excuse me, then."
There was no way I could refuse in this situation. I was worried I might finish in my pants, but I didn't want to miss this chance.
"...Hnn..."
When I placed my hands on her slim waist—the same one I'd grabbed tightly before—she let out a sweet moan in response.
"Haa... hnn..."
'As expected... a man's hands... they're rough, strong, and big... If he touches me down there with these... hnn...'
"...Mm, hup."
Just because she was panting from simple touching didn't mean I had any room to spare. She seemed to take excellent care of herself, yet because she was still a woman, her soft flesh filled my palms and sent waves of pleasure through me. Unlike Harpy's body, which had been all softness and plushness, Yerin's figure was toned with clear muscle definition while still retaining feminine curves. I felt like I could spend hours just touching her and never get bored. Of course, my lower half and her own thoughts had very different opinions.
"...I can't hold back anymore."
"...!"
Slide... rustle...
The sticky touching never crossed the final line, but she could no longer contain her arousal. She placed her own hands on her hips and began tugging down the thin piece of fabric already drenched with her fluids. The sight of the transparent strands stretching and snapping between the soaked underwear and her most intimate place was already the pinnacle of lewdness. Her movements were completely without hesitation, as if she were alone at home after work, preparing to relieve her heated body with her own hands.
I could tell how completely instinct had taken over.
Drip... plop.
The orange fabric slid all the way to her knees and was carelessly dropped to the floor. The wet patch had spread even larger, drawing my gaze.
"...You too. Hurry."
Unable to resist the pressure of her heated eyes, I finally unzipped my pants. The moment I did—
"...Ah."
It sprang up so forcefully that I almost thought I heard a sound. Her gaze dropped and locked onto the silhouette straining against my underwear.
"..."
'So guys get wet too... It looks even bigger than before...'
Sniff... sniff...
'Something... really thick and sticky...'
"Yerin?!"
"...It smells amazing."
"..."
I had been hesitating to pull my underwear down, but she leaned in close to my erect length still confined beneath the fabric and inhaled deeply. The precum that had soaked through created an intense, musky scent that was impossible to miss.
"I-I'll go wash up real quick—"
"I didn't say I didn't like it."
"Huh...?"
"Don't misunderstand. It's not some weird fetish... It's just... right now, this is turning me on more..."
I wasn't sure why that wasn't considered a weird fetish, but one thing was certain: at her words, my length twitched violently against the fabric as if trying to tear through it.
Unlike her, who modestly covered herself with one hand after removing her underwear, I had already given up on hiding once it was out.
"...Take it off already. I want to see it for real."
She made the request with sparkling eyes, her face flushed bright red and looking ready to burst from embarrassment. Embarrassment was embarrassment, but faced with her honest, overwhelming desire, I found myself nodding as if entranced. Just like during the truth game when everyone had stripped under the influence of the mood, I was now committing an act I would never have done if I were in my right mind. The lingering guilt and sense of transgression only fueled my excitement further.
Thud...!
My length, already at its limit, sprang free the moment I tugged my underwear down just a little. It bounced once, twice, and clear precum dripped from the slit, running down the grotesquely bulging veins along the shaft.
"Wow... wow..."
That was out loud. A genuine exclamation, not just in her mind.
"...It's really... big."
'Seeing it in person... it looks even bigger. All the blood must be rushing there... Those veins, pulsing every time it twitches... and it's completely red...'
"..."
"..."
"...Was that a compliment?"
"Ah...? Uh... yeah..."
'A compliment...? What am I even saying...? B-but it is big... Can something like that really fit? That weapon-like thing... the way it was pounding into Harpy...'
"Cough! Cough!"
Even in my dazed state, the raw description made me choke a little.
"...Gulp."
'But... it looked like it felt amazing... Ah... I can't wait anymore. If I don't calm down soon, I'm going to pounce first...!'
Grab...!
"Yerin...?"
"...How long has it been since you cut your nails?"
She had suddenly grabbed my wrist with the hand that had been covering herself.
"Huh...? Ah... the day before yesterday, when I moved?"
"...Then it's fine. Just don't suddenly use your nails."
"??"
After nodding at my answer, she pulled my right hand forward and guided it between her pale thighs, deeper into the hidden valley.
Squelch...
The valley was overflowing with fluids, still wet and slippery beneath my palm. The hand that had been modestly covering herself had somehow moved to rest on the back of my hand, preventing escape. I was properly caught.
"...Do it like you did for Harpy at first. Don't go too deep. If you use your nails suddenly, I'll bite."
"Aah...?"
Her hand guided my middle finger to the small slit hidden between the plump folds. Following her lead as she used my hand like a tool to stroke up and down the slit—
Squelch... squelch...
I felt an unreal sensation against my palm and fingertips. My mind reeled. More precum spilled from the tip of my length. I was touching Yerin's—Management Team Leader's—most intimate place. Not just touching. I was pressing and rubbing the wet flesh apart.
Privately, this was only the second time we'd gone out together, and even this was at her request. The entire day had already been surreal, but this moment alone was almost too much to process. Every time she moved my finger, obscene wet sounds echoed, and I could feel the plump softness beneath my palm. The elastic, sensitive entrance and the slit around it sent sparks up my arm straight to my brain. Even if this were a dream, it would be an extravagant one.
I understood intellectually that this situation was probably due to the pheromones the nine-tailed fox had carelessly released to bewitch people. Even so, I never imagined it would lead to this with Yerin today.
"Hnn, haa... As expected... I really can't hold back..."
"...Huh?"
While I was desperately trying to keep my scattered thoughts together—
"...Put it inside. It's okay... Yes, there... hnn...!"
Thrust...
She firmly guided my finger to her entrance and pushed it in without hesitation. My middle finger sank into her hot, tight insides.
Push... push... squeeze...
"Haa, ahh... This... is it... hnn..."
Only one finger, and only up to the first knuckle, but she moaned as if someone had poured cold water over her on a sweltering summer day. The reason was simple: her insides were so narrow that even one finger was enough to press against every wall.
Squeeze... tighten...
Feeling her walls clench and ripple around my finger in time with her ragged breathing, I finally began to move my hand. But it wasn't the right hand buried inside her—it was my left hand that had been idle until now.
Grab...!
"Hyah...?"
She had been lost in the sensation of being filled when I suddenly seized her wrist, drawing a surprisingly cute sound from her.
"We have to be... fair."
"...Hnn... haa... okay..."
It was satisfying to see her, who had been so bold earlier, now reacting this way, but that wasn't why I'd moved my hand. I pulled her slender wrist and placed her palm directly onto my throbbing length.
"Hnn...?"
"Ugh..."
The moment her hand touched my hot, precum-slicked shaft, it felt like rain after a drought. Even my violently twitching length calmed for a brief moment to savor the soft, clumsy sensation. But a single drop was never enough to quench real thirst. Instead, it only made my arousal surge even more violently.
By moving first, I had essentially thrown off the last of my restraints. Respect, consideration—none of those small things mattered anymore. All that remained was the burning desire to release this unbearable lust, to use the woman in front of me as a means to an end.
"Haa... haa. Hold it tight, just like that."
"It's hot... ah... it's so... hard..."
"...It's all because of you, Yerin."
I didn't care about team leader or tomorrow or anything else right now.
"...Haa... haa."
'He let go of my hand. The mood shifted too... and with our height difference like this... it makes my heart race again...'
I wasn't sure exactly when the positions had reversed, but looking down at her as she gazed up at me, something primal and unmistakably masculine stirred inside me.
'But this... it's been twitching so much since I touched it. Is this okay...?'
"Of course it's not okay... Hold it a little tighter."
"...L-like this?"
Despite her earlier bold move of guiding my hand inside her, she now responded obediently to my commanding tone. For some reason, that only excited me more.
"Huu... Yeah, that's good..."
"...What now?"
"Keep holding it and stroke up and down. Then I'll..."
Squelch... thrust... drip...
"Hnn...! Ugh..."
"...I'll make sure to move properly too."
"..."
'What... why is my heart pounding so hard...?'
I felt her glance up at me again, but instead of answering, I curled my finger and dragged it along her inner wall. She immediately dropped her head and trembled while gripping my length. Seeing her submit so meekly to someone stirred a distant memory, but I pushed it aside. There was no point thinking about it now. I decided to simply enjoy the pleasure in front of me.