Risk Level 4: Girl
Clang! My mind was hazy, drowned in the pleasure that had been wrung out of me for so long, but the wall I had been staring at suddenly began to crumble like shattered glass. Beyond it, a pitch-black space came into view. Of course I was startled. Then, as if someone had hit rewind, the broken fragments reassembled themselves into a solid wall again—except now two figures stood there.
I was just about to answer her, forced by that strange compulsion in my chest that demanded I only speak in the affirmative, when a voice cut through the moment.
"Answer that and the big brother dies, you know?"
"Keh...?"
A black-haired girl with absurdly long hair appeared out of nowhere, standing barefoot on the filthy bed. She grabbed Lavender by her pale neck and lifted her effortlessly into the air. The girl's slender arms flailed in resistance, but only her lavender hair swayed weakly.
I didn't immediately believe her claim that answering would kill me, but the way she had so casually hoisted Lavender up was clearly no bluff. When my shaft was forcibly yanked out of the tight grip of her inner walls, the sudden stimulation pushed me over the edge. Even in my dazed state, I realized I was now shooting thick ropes of cum into empty air.
"Ungh... I asked."
Semen sprayed everywhere like a broken sprinkler, some of it landing on her calves. She lifted one foot with a curious expression, watching the sticky white fluid cling to her skin before shaking her leg to flick it off. I could only gulp.
Code name: Founder. I had only just remembered that this childlike girl was actually a high-risk entity I couldn't judge by appearance alone. Yet my traitorous body, still twitching from the intense orgasm, continued to dribble out whatever remained.
"...Until recently you were a virgin. Looks like you've been getting plenty of action lately."
A flat, chilling voice spoke from the side. I turned my head to see a white-haired girl standing a short distance from the bed, watching me. Code name: Observer. Even without being told, the identical faces made it obvious she was the black-haired girl's younger sister. This was only the second time I'd seen her, but her pure white appearance and expressionless face gave her the eerie aura of a perfectly crafted doll. Those blank white eyes stared at me without blinking, and I swallowed dryly at the unsettling pressure.
"Oh. It got small."
Completely ignoring Lavender, who was still dangling helplessly from her grip, the black-haired girl stared with unsettling interest at my now-limp member. I forced down my embarrassment and pleaded with her.
"Founder, hah... please... let her go."
"Hm? But this naughty thing just tried to kill big brother."
"...That's not possible. Her actions were excessive, I admit, but—"
I appealed for Lavender, who was now looking at me with pained eyes from within that iron grip strong enough to lift a thick steel door. Her physical abilities were far below average. If this continued, she might die before I did.
"Are you saying I'm wrong? I saved big brother, didn't I?"
The girl's neat eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. Her grip tightened further, and Lavender struggled even more desperately. How had things escalated to this point? Why were these two girls here? What happened to the wall? And what did she mean by saying Lavender tried to kill me? I had no answers without hearing their explanation.
"N-no, that's not what I meant. I trust your judgment, Founder, but I don't believe she had any ill intent..."
"She tried to kill you and had no ill intent? Even if she's your little breeding partner, keep talking like that and I'll get angry."
"...Please, just let me explain a little—"
"This naughty thing not only touched my creations without permission, she even interrupted the fun time I was having with my little sister."
Maybe it was my imagination, but the black hair trailing down her back seemed to writhe as if stirred by anger. I didn't know much about her, but the feeling was ominous.
"Sister, stop. The conversation isn't going anywhere."
"Okay! I'll stop!"
Thud!
"Keh...! Cough, cough... Ung-ssi..."
The black-haired girl answered her sister's single request with a bright smile and immediately released Lavender's neck without the slightest hesitation. A broken black restraint collar had reappeared around Lavender's throat. She scrambled into my arms with a pitiful expression, and I had to focus hard to keep my body from reacting to the soft, warm weight pressing against me again.
"So... Founder, could you please explain?"
"Hmph, no. Bleh~"
"..."
She hopped down beside the white-haired girl, wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, and peeked out to stick her tongue out at me cutely. The sight was so adorable that it helped distract me from the lewd body still nestled in my arms.
"You two were just talking about breeding, weren't you?"
"Cough... breeding..."
Fortunately, the white-haired girl—who remained expressionless even while being hugged—seemed willing to explain in her sister's place.
"The origin of that containment subject is concept and illusion. She doesn't possess actual life. Therefore, to conceive, false manifestation must occur, and in that case, creating one new life requires the sacrifice of one life—yours. Do you understand?"
"So..."
If I had given the answer she demanded just moments ago—if I had promised to impregnate her—my life would have been forfeit.
"...You're saying Founder just saved me."
"Yep! I told you earlier. As expected of my little sister—she explains things so well. Hehe..."
No, I still didn't fully understand... The way the black-haired girl clung to her sister's waist, pressing her face against her side and nuzzling, radiated boundless affection.
"...I want to resolve this issue soon. The room smells awful, so I'd like to leave."
"Yeah, it's really sticky and gross. And hot."
"Not that smell... Well, it's mixed in, but... haah."
Observer shifted her gaze from me to Lavender.
"There's a dog collar around your neck—Sister's. Once we restore the door, that unpleasant clown or whoever will come in, easily subdue you, and proceed with disposal experiments."
"..."
"But you don't want that outcome, do you? Neither do you, Counselor."
I nodded obediently. Lavender, however, continued to watch them warily. Seeing how docile she had become after acting so dominant when we were alone confirmed she understood exactly how dangerous these two were. I tightened my arms around her in an attempt to reassure her, but it didn't seem to help much.
"Even if she's developed a sense of self, it's only grown noticeably in areas related to the Counselor. Otherwise she's still like a child, so I can understand. But I'm not as good-natured as my sister... If you keep being uncooperative and don't indulge my rare whims, I won't help you anymore."
"..."
"Rav, it's okay. I know you like me too much, and you probably acted without realizing how dangerous it was..."
Observer gave a dry chuckle as she watched me comfort the girl curled up like a frightened hedgehog in my arms.
"Take the chance when it's given. From the looks of it, the Counselor will need to play his role a little."
"..."
This time Lavender nodded at the girl's words, and I felt a wave of relief.
"First, I'll restore the severed connection to the outside. Then, Counselor, you'll have to persuade this containment subject in front of them. This whole mess happened because she was blinded by jealousy and loneliness and tried to monopolize you... In other words, clean up your relationship properly."
"...Understood. Thank you for the advice."
"Whatever. I'm only doing this favor because you'll be useful to me someday, somewhere, for something."
Her words were cryptic, but I nodded earnestly anyway. Then something about the collar around Lavender's neck bothered me, so I gathered my courage and called out to the girls as they turned away.
"Wait, Founder, about this collar..."
"Dog collar? It's the same one I made before. Making something twice is easy once you've done it once."
"...I'm grateful you care, but if I want to show sincerity in persuading her, wouldn't it be better without the collar?"
Her jet-black eyes rolled toward my neck, and a mischievous smile spread across her lips.
"Well... okay. Then big brother can wear it instead."
"...?"
Click!
The black restraint collar vanished from Lavender's pale neck, but now I felt an unfamiliar heavy pressure around my own. No, wait—the door that had disappeared when she finished speaking had already reappeared. Before I could even react, the two girls had already lost all interest in me and turned back to each other.
"My little sister is so kind... so precious... This big sister might actually cry..."
"..."
Dragging the black-haired girl still clinging to her waist, the white-haired girl casually opened the door and walked out. Her long hair trailed smoothly across the floor until it disappeared completely, and the door shut behind them. I finally set Lavender down on the least dirty part of the blanket.
My groin throbbed painfully from how thoroughly I'd been milked, and my legs trembled even while sitting.
"..."
...Even just looking at the bed, it was obvious. No wonder the smell was so strong.
"...So, Rav, could you listen to me for just a moment?"
"At this point, I don't really have a choice, do I?"
I understood why she spoke that way. Her happiest, most satisfying moment had been forcibly interrupted by uninvited guests, and now she had no choice but to submit to the facility's control again. Her sulky, toy-deprived-child expression was so fresh that I almost laughed. Still, when I sat on the edge of the bed, she quietly scooted over and pressed her hips right beside mine, so she seemed willing to listen.
I glanced at the door that had remained closed since the girls left. The reason Team Leader or Management hadn't burst in yet was probably thanks to Observer's "rare whim."
"First of all, I don't dislike you at all. In fact, I like you, and I even want to take proper responsibility for your feelings. I want you to understand that without misunderstanding before you hear what I have to say."
Even while our relationship had continued—one where I was one-sidedly devoured until my brain melted from pleasure—there had always been a lingering discomfort. Now I finally had the chance to address it. It felt strange to have this conversation while both of us were naked on the bed after doing everything we could, but... as Observer said, our relationship needed to be sorted out. Not ended, but reorganized into something mutually satisfying.
This might be our last counseling session.
...I had to persuade her properly.