Undine's Obedient Service
After calmly showering and letting the warm water cascade over my face, the heat that had built up in my head finally began to cool. "Ah..." Naturally, the things I'd said and done just moments ago started flashing through my mind one by one. "What the hell was I thinking...? Haah..."
Is she still at the front door? She probably is... I don't want to go out. The realization hit me late, leaving me with the distinct feeling that I'd really gone and done something reckless. Both of us had gotten caught up in the mood and said things we shouldn't have. I didn't need to lash out at her like that just because I was worked up. What gave me the confidence to do it? A sigh slipped out.
I should apologize, right? But honestly, she started it... "Haah..." This is such a headache. Ah, I really don't want to go out. Still, if I don't, there's no telling how long she'll wait out there. I can't stay in here forever either.
Drip... drip. I roughly towel-dried my hair, threw on some clothes, and peeked out from the bedroom into the living room. I'd half-hoped she'd left while I was showering, but no such luck. "...Haah... haah..."
'How much longer do I have to wait...? It sounds like he's almost done showering... So now... now... really...'
The motion-sensor light in the hallway flicked on, and her voice—still using polite speech even in her thoughts—drifted from the entrance. My hope had been pointless. Thud, thud, thud. When I finally steeled myself and walked toward the door, her shadow on the wall twitched visibly with every step I took.
"Ah... You've come... out?"
"..."
She'd clearly heard my footsteps and knew I was coming, yet she pretended otherwise, cheeks flushed as she looked up at me from her awkward seated position on the floor. While I'd been showering, she must have been thinking a lot too—sweat droplets I hadn't seen before glistened on her forehead. The important thing was that she hadn't left. She was still here.
"...You didn't go back." "...Yes."
My voice came out calm and low as I stood before her. How to describe this feeling? It was like my emotions had a limiter on them, the way they did when I saw something unpleasant. Not that she herself was unpleasant—just that the whole situation felt heavy.
"Um... So, now..." "...Ah."
Right. I'd told her to crawl to the bedroom. Even with the door right behind her, she hadn't turned back. She'd stayed until the end. That meant she'd already made up her mind. This is insane... The fact that she was ready while I was the one panicking only stressed me out more, and irritation started bubbling up again.
"Fine. Come in. But don't even think about walking on two legs. That look suits crawling on all fours, doesn't it?" "...Yes, hehe... eep..."
Wow... wow. She's actually crawling after me. Is this really okay? From the corner of my eye I watched her follow—knees and palms flat on the floor, moving like an animal. Her bare shoulders shifted with each movement, and her hips, thrust back, swayed lewdly with every shift of her knees, the little bunny tail twitching along with them.
My head felt light. The dangerous thrill of doing something I shouldn't sent sharp stabs through my chest, making my lower lip tremble. I still didn't understand what had driven her this far. Or... was it me?
"Up on the bed."
She crawled faithfully to the bedside and waited with an expectant look, but hesitated at the order to climb up. For a second I worried I'd pushed too hard, but that wasn't it.
"...Is it all right? I'll dirty your bed, Master..." "Master—..." "...?"
She just called me Master. In her right mind? Crawling on all fours in front of me was already hard enough for a sane person, but...
"..."
While shock and internal screaming clashed inside me, she simply looked up with the eyes of a puppy that needed to pee, completely unaware of my turmoil. Calm down. What good would panicking do? Basically, she felt bad about climbing onto my bed while soaked down there. My response was obvious.
"Get up there already." I probably should have said it more gently, but trying to hide my fluster made the words come out blunt. It probably sounded like I was telling her not to talk back to her master. I needed to give her some reason. "It's going to get dirty again anyway."
"...!"
'Haah... haah... I see... So from now on... I'm going to be made to look... extremely shameful...'
She misunderstood, but it didn't matter. Already wearing an eager expression, she climbed onto the bed and sat neatly with her legs together, waiting.
"...Gulp."
The sight was unbearably arousing. Seeing her presented so perfectly on my bed made me want to just take her right there.
"Please use me however you wish... I hope it helps you feel better."
Use me... The way she said it, with those melted, completely non-aggressive eyes, brought back her earlier words about needing a way to relieve my stress. No one had forced me; I'd found my own rationalization, justifying my actions—and even my own desires. And the reason I couldn't stop myself despite knowing all that was simple: right now, on my bed, was a bunny girl soaked between her legs, waiting for my next command. An utterly unreal situation.
So in the end, I said it. "...Show me what you've got. You're a bunny girl, after all."
I didn't even know what bunny girls were supposed to do, so I just blurted out "service" and hoped for the best. Fortunately—or maybe not—her reaction was extremely positive.
"Th-then... excuse me..."
Being spoken to so politely by someone my age still made my ears itch. Not that I hated it... but it was strange. "...Yeah."
At my permission she slowly crawled forward on the bed and pressed her face against the front of my pants. Without the slightest hesitation she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled downward. Since I'd changed into loose house clothes after showering, there was no belt to deal with. The fabric slid down easily, revealing the obvious bulge of my erection straining against my underwear.
"Haah... haah..."
Her rough breathing, hot even through the thin cloth, made it clear how pleased she was to see me already hard. We'd touched each other before under the excuse of helping with the field team leader's pheromones, but that had been the limit—mutual relief, nothing more. This crossed the line completely. There was no pheromone excuse this time. This was straight-up sexual acts.
"Chuu... slurp... haah... mmph..."
Her mouth was small, so taking me in properly was awkward, but she tried her best, carefully keeping her teeth out of the way while licking and sucking with her lips. The sight of her gripping my waist, bobbing her head, bunny-ear headband bouncing with the motion, filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Ah... haah... right there, yeah..."
After a few passes she quickly found the sensitive spot and focused on it with the tip of her tongue. The warmth and wetness of her mouth, combined with the knowledge that it belonged to my superior, made the image of her usual office self overlap in my mind and sent my arousal skyrocketing.
"Mmph... mm... slurp... haah..."
The wet, obscene sounds echoing in the quiet bedroom were undeniably pleasant, but... it still wasn't enough. Her inexperience made it feel more like torture than service.
"Mmph... huh?"
Is this okay...? Is this really okay...? While those questions looped in my head, my hands had already moved to cradle her head. Her innocent eyes looking up at me only made me more excited.
"This isn't service at all." "Ugh... I'm sorry..."
She'd probably meant to apologize, but speaking with me still in her mouth sent a pleasant vibration through me. "You need to use your throat properly."
"Eh...?"
Grind. "Mmph...?!"
Worried she might bite down, I held her small head firmly and forced my way into her throat. The sensation of pushing past the tight, unused passage and feeling the curve of her throat against my tip was something I'd never felt before.
"Ghk... ugh...! Guhk... guh...!"
Following her own request to use her however I wanted, I ignored her pained sounds and roughly moved her head while thrusting my hips.
"At least the sounds coming out of a girl's mouth aren't normal." "Ugh...! Gek, guhk...!"
'I can't breathe... my throat hurts...'
The wet, squelching noises from her saliva-filled mouth were so lewd I couldn't stop moving. 'Why does this feel so good...?' Part of it was her own perverted nature showing through even while being throat-fucked.
It didn't take long for the urge to climax to build to its peak. "Swallow it all...!"
Feeling the moment arrive, I pushed deep enough for her lips to touch the base and held her there. Even as her hands frantically tapped my waist, I didn't give an inch.
"Gehk, ugh! Kuh...?!"
There was no stopping now. Spurt, spurt, spurt...! Thick ropes of semen poured straight down her throat, painting it white. The feeling of cumming directly into her head was chillingly addictive. Spurt, spurt, spurt...!
She'd tilted her head back and lowered her hips to keep her mouth and throat in a straight line, an awkward and almost ugly posture, but all I could think was how grateful I was for the incredible experience.
After thoroughly using her mouth and savoring the afterglow, I slowly pulled out. I'd kept her head pinned for a while even after finishing, so I worried she might have suffocated. Her voice had cut off earlier, too. "Are you okay—?!"
With a wet pop, my saliva-coated length slid free, glistening obscenely. "Pwah...! Kehek...!! Cough, cough...! Ek, gehk... kek...!"
Finally free of the thick gag, she gasped like someone pulled from drowning, face buried in the bed as she coughed and retched.
"...You're really okay?"
Only now did I wonder if I'd gone too far. Worried by how long it was taking her to calm down, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her head—and froze.
"...You?"
Tears streaked her flushed face, but they didn't match the melted, blissful smile on her lips. White, sticky fluid mixed with saliva dripped from one nostril and the corner of her mouth. Yet she looked incredibly happy.
"..."
Seeing that vulgar expression made me harden again instantly. Something new had awakened inside me.
"...Turn around."