Caught in the Act
When I tossed my panties into Eloise's room, it was of course because I wanted to see her agonizing over them. And now, looking at the girl before me, it seemed my prediction had been right on the mark. Her clothes were in utter disarray, the lower buttons of her shirt undone as though they'd been torn open, and the skirt she wore was flipped halfway up. To anyone watching, it was obvious she'd been caught masturbating in a frenzy. Still, my bed remained untouched, which told me she hadn't truly begun—she must have been right in the middle of heating up when I walked in. Even after passing out last night, it looked like she still wasn't satisfied.
"Y-you... how are you back already...!" Eloise's face burned crimson from her neck to her ears as she pointed at me, unable to hide her panic. Even then, her other hand kept a death grip on the panties I'd thrown, and the sight nearly made me burst out laughing.
"Class shouldn't be over yet...!"
"Ah, that. Turns out my body wasn't feeling too great, so I decided to rest."
I spoke in a casual tone, but it was obviously a lie. The truth was I simply couldn't wait to see what state I'd find her in.
Gazing down at the flustered Eloise, I moved closer and sat beside her on the bed, which she currently occupied in an awkward pose.
"D-don't come near me...!"
"Even if you say that, this is still my room."
I casually rested a hand on her shoulder, pressing close enough to whisper into her flushed ear.
"Eloise. Why did you take someone else's underwear without permission?"
"...! Th-that's ridiculous! You're the one who left it in my room!"
"No way. It looks to me like you were secretly masturbating with my underwear and got caught red-handed—right here in my room, no less. No matter how wealthy a noble you are, stealing a commoner's panties? And then doing something so obscene with them? I might have to report this to the instructor."
"Stop joking...! As if the instructor would ever believe you!"
In truth, I didn't think the instructor would take my side either. She was well-versed in rumors, after all, so she'd have no trouble hearing about me. If I ran to her claiming my roommate Eloise had stolen my underwear to masturbate and gotten caught, she'd probably stare at me like I was insane before punishing me instead.
But what mattered now was the fact that Eloise had my underwear and had been caught masturbating in my room. The moment she lost her composure to a mix of arousal and panic was the perfect opportunity for me.
I seized both her arms as she babbled. The panties clutched in her hand brushed against my forearm. With a firm push, I forced her down onto the bed. She tried to resist, but my strength won out and she collapsed onto the sheets. I immediately climbed on top of her, looking down to find her face flushed and her eyes trembling with shame.
"Eloise. Do you like me?"
"Wh-what... that's nonsense!"
Of course I hadn't expected a straightforward yes. My goal was simply to make her confront the feelings she harbored toward me.
Thanks to the hypnosis, my scent had become like a drug to her—addictive, stirring unbearable excitement. It had created a clear physical attraction. Her reason still clung to thoughts of Chloe, preventing those feelings from blossoming into love, but as things progressed she would have no choice but to question her own emotions.
Besides, with Eloise's looks, I had no qualms about taking her.
"I'll ask again. You like me, don't you?"
"I told you, I don't know what you're talking about! Get off me!"
"Then why were you masturbating with my underwear in my room?"
"Ugh..."
Watching her mouth open and close without an answer, I gave a sly smile. I leaned in close and whispered softly into her ear.
"You might not feel the same, but the truth is I could fall in love with someone like you, Eloise."
"Wh-what are you—mmph...!"
I cut off her flustered reply with a kiss. Our soft lips met, and I naturally slid my tongue deep into her mouth. Eloise froze, clenching her teeth to block me. I tapped gently against them, asking to be let in, then withdrew and began tracing her lips with my tongue.
"Hya!"
"Slurp... smack, chuup, slurp."
I coated her mouth with saliva as though licking and sucking on sweet candy. The area around her lips soon glistened with it. As if drawn by the scent, her tightly closed mouth finally parted. I resumed the kiss at once, pressing down roughly and ravaging her mouth without concern for her response.
"Hup...! Slurp. Chup...! Mmph..."
"Smack. Chuup. Juup...!"
My tongue slipped past her parted lips, teasing her stiff one before tangling with it in sticky coils. Eloise chased after mine desperately. Chuup— I drew out the long kiss, then slowly pulled away. A long, transparent strand of saliva stretched between our mouths.
When I studied her face, she was breathing hard, clearly aroused, and our eyes met.
"Ugh..."
She tried to pretend otherwise, but Eloise was excited by me too. I broke the glistening thread and stared directly at her, then parted my lips and let a stream of saliva drip into her mouth.
"Eek...!"
She turned her head as though the slowly falling saliva disgusted her, but I caught her face with my hand. She shook her head wildly to avoid the sticky, scented fluid, yet she couldn't overcome my grip. In the end, the dangling strand fell straight into her open mouth.
Plop.
"Mmph...!"
My saliva landed perfectly inside her small mouth and began to spread across her soft, warm tongue. She immediately tried to spit out the viscous liquid, but I stopped her.
"Mmmph, up!"
I clamped my hand over her mouth. Her struggles grew more frantic, accompanied by muffled groans. She seemed to be holding her breath entirely—probably afraid of swallowing by accident, refusing to breathe through her nose as well.
But I had no intention of giving her what she wanted. I smiled slyly and said, "Eloise, swallow it properly. Swallow every drop of my saliva that's in your mouth."
Her writhing finally faltered as she ran out of air. Her throat bobbed dramatically as she gulped it all down.
Gulp.
Satisfied at the sight of that twitching throat, I removed my hand. Eloise gasped for breath at last.
"Haah... hak... huu..."
She panted like a dog that had run for too long, tongue nearly lolling, and her eyes now held far greater excitement than before.
"Eloise, I'll ask one more time. Do you like me?"
Facing those clouded orange eyes brimming with lust, I couldn't help growing excited myself. At my question she answered tensely, "I... I don't know... I don't know..."
Her childish whine stirred something dark and twisted inside my chest.
"Why don't you know? You're an adult. You've solved all sorts of difficult problems for your family, yet you can't even speak your own feelings clearly?"
"Ugh...!"
Though my words sounded like criticism, she wasn't angry. Her disheveled state was far too arousing for that.
"Then why were you trying to masturbate with my underwear?"
Her small lips worked silently for a moment before she finally shouted in a tiny voice, as if steeling herself, "B-because your scent... it felt good...!"
"My scent feels good? What do you mean by that?"
I feigned ignorance and pressed her. After visibly struggling with the humiliation of saying it aloud, she gave up and continued.
"I don't know... ever since we went out last time, my nose has been overly sensitive. I have no idea if it'll help with future labyrinth exploration, but it's gotten so bad I can barely live normally... That's why I got that thing, too."
Eloise reached out weakly and pointed at an object she'd set aside. It looked like something meant to cover the face—a muzzle similar to the ones used on aggressive dogs before my possession.
"What is it?"
"A mask. The design is strange, but it purifies foul odors and such."
She'd been in and out of the infirmary and had apparently acquired something useful after all.
"So what does that have to do with masturbating using my panties?"
"Ugh...! In the first place, those panties were left by you...!"
She tried to protest, but my sly expression made her give up. She answered again, defeated. "I don't know. Other people's body odors are unbearable, but I like yours. No—it's more than that. Even now, just being this close to you makes me feel like I'm going to lose control. Memories of last night keep flashing through my mind and my lower body throbs. I'm going crazy too..."
Her incoherent rambling trailed off as she hung her head.
The girl who had so clearly denied everything had crumbled after a few kisses and repeated exposure to my scent. Smiling at her bitch-like state, I gripped her chin once more and pressed my lips to hers.
"Mmm...!"
"Slurp. Chuup..."
I moved my tongue slowly, guiding hers. Though she had been stiff at first, she gradually—clumsily—began kissing me back. With my body pressed fully against hers, I slid my hands down and started peeling off her disheveled shirt. Each button that came undone made her small frame tremble, yet our lips refused to part. Soon she grew aggressive too, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her soft little tongue explored inside, lapping up my saliva.
With a wet smack we finally separated, staring at each other with heated eyes.
"Eloise. Do you remember what I said earlier?"
"...What."
She answered sulkily on purpose. I repeated the words anyway.
"That I could fall in love with someone like you."
"What are you—!"
Leaving her looking utterly dumbfounded, I slowly drew back and began undoing the buttons of my own shirt one by one.
"Shall we do it again? Like last night."
The hazy memories must have resurfaced at the sight. Eloise swallowed hard while watching my shirt slip open, then gave a small nod.