The Total Victory Reward (3) (Caution: Illustration Ahead)
"……"
"……"
Not a single word of conversation passed between us in that bathroom; only Ethan's quiet breathing reached my ears.
For some reason, I could feel heat rising to my face. My heart had been pounding unusually hard for a while now—nerves, probably.
'It definitely seemed like a good idea at first.'
There had been nothing wrong with deciding to give Ethan a hand job—settling both his "total victory reward" and the debt I owed him for my life in one stroke. If anything had gone wrong, it was probably storming into the bathroom because I couldn't find an excuse to get his pants off, and stripping down myself since my chest would get touched and my hands would get messy anyway.
When the idea first came to me, it had seemed like a perfectly workable solution. Reconsidering it now, it was no good method at all. For starters, walking into a bathroom together dressed like this could, if things went sideways, give Ethan the impression that I had permitted that final act.
In a sense, I was at this very moment poking my head into a crocodile's open jaws.
...And if, right here, Ethan couldn't hold back his desire and pounced on me—
Thump.
"……Ngh."
...Calm down. Calm. You of all people know Ethan isn't that kind of guy.
Right—if anything, the fact that I could enter a bathroom wearing nothing but a towel was only possible because I trusted him that much. He'd had countless chances to have his way with me by now, and he hadn't laid a finger on me even once. That track record had become its own kind of trust metric.
'That said...'
Normally, the plan was to let things flow naturally—move my hand down to his lower half, finish the hand job, done. But the towel I'd hastily thrown on when announcing I was coming in kept getting in the way, and Ethan's... equipment... stubbornly refused to come into view.
...At the very least, I wanted to gauge the size in advance. Or, failing that, just confirm whether he was hard or not.
So it was mid-thought, pushing Ethan's back while dragging my gaze forward, that it happened.
Slish.
"……?"
Slip, sloosh…
"…Ah—ah!"
The shift in my stance had done it: the towel barely preserving my modesty came loose and slid straight down to the bathroom floor.
"Wh-what's wrong, Lilith?!"
"…I-it's nothing!"
"That's a pretty flustered voice for 'nothing'…"
"I—I just dr-dropped the to—the towel I had wrapped around myself, that's all. Truly nothing to worry about, Young Master Ethan."
"…Ah. The, the towel…"
"I-I was planning to take it off later anyway. You really needn't concern yourself, Y-young Master Ethan."
"…Right. Okay."
That was what I said. Inside my skull, however, every flavor of complicated emotion was colliding at once. After all, this situation—pushing his back from behind, now truly naked with nothing between my skin and the air—was more than sufficient, in every possible way, to summon my shame.
"……"
"……"
An awkward stalemate: too flustered to deal with the fallen towel, yet unable to simply resume moving my hands in this state. I couldn't for the life of me remember what I'd been about to say or do next—
—when the single towel draped over Ethan's thighs quietly slid to the floor.
Shhhhlick.
"……?"
"……"
To be precise, it hadn't fallen so much as been removed: Ethan himself had swept the towel from his own thighs.
At first I couldn't process what had just happened—not until he told me with his own mouth.
"If you're the only one showing anything, that'd be a little embarrassing—for you, I mean."
"……Ah."
"…And if Lilith isn't bothered by mine, then there's no need to worry about my towel either."
"…I understand."
...Why is this kid suddenly going out of his way to be considerate at a time like this?
Still, for me it was hardly bad news. With Ethan having dismantled his own armor, that part I'd been dying to inspect was now open for viewing.
Besides, strictly speaking, he'd shown me of his own volition—so I could go about checking with a perfectly clear conscience.
And so, with that thought, I leaned past his shoulder and let my eyes fall toward the junction of his thighs. The moment I beheld it—
an involuntary sound of wonder escaped my lips.
"……Huh?"
...Did I see that wrong?
No—was Ethan's equipment seriously that big in the original settings?
Granted, I'd always skimmed past the mosaic-censored CGs, but even so, back in my degenerate guide-writing days it was never that size. I knew his body had changed from the source material, but why did the hardware downstairs seem to have grown bigger than the original?
'Don't tell me...'
Is it that a part of him which used to be buried in flesh now stands proud, making it look larger? Or maybe all that balanced nutrition and exercise during his growth years actually paid off down there.
Whatever the cause, it was a sight that set a dozen thoughts racing the instant it registered. A size such that, if I ever let anything like that inside me, forget the hymen—my entire body felt like it would simply tear in half…
"Um, Lilith?"
"……Yes?"
"…If you keep staring holes through it like that, even I start feeling a little embarrassed."
"I'm—I'm so sorry…!"
Crazy, crazy, CRAZY! Lilith, are you actually an idiot? Just how long were you gawking at Ethan's—no matter how shocked you were?!
For a single moment, a wave of humiliation crashed over me even worse than when I'd bared my body to him.
"I apologize, Young Master Ethan…. I—I truly wasn't staring on purpose…"
"I-it's fine, Lilith. I've seen your chest plenty of times by now. I just asked once because it seemed like you'd been looking for an awfully long while."
"Th—that's, right…."
"Y-yeah… mm…"
And then, once more, a long, excruciating silence descended. My heart, already stifled by embarrassment and mortification, had now thrown off all control and was hammering like a war drum.
There was exactly one way to quell this tangled emotion even a moment sooner. Only one.
"Young Master Ethan."
"Yeah?"
"…You may, turn around now."
"…Are you sure, Lilith?"
"Yes. My mental preparation is complete."
"…All right. If Lilith says so."
Finish delivering Ethan's 'total victory reward' as fast as possible, and escape this suffocating space a second sooner. That was the sole method left to me for suppressing this shameful emotion.
Hearing my words, Ethan's body slowly swiveled on the chair. And then, at once, the two of us stood face to face—stark naked, not a stitch between us.
"……"
"……"
There it was, between his legs—his thing, flaunting its presence with unusual vigor today of all days. I had glimpsed its erect silhouette straining beneath his clothes a few times before, whenever my chest was being touched. But this was the first time I had ever confronted it head-on, with my own two eyes.
And needless to say, there was no mosaic in this world. The moment that ridged, rugged shape stood revealed before me without a trace of censoring—
for some reason, from the instant I came face to face with Ethan's cock, my heart gave up all pretense of restraint, pumping blood desperately through my entire body.
"You have a beautiful body, Lilith."
"…Thank you."
"……"
"Y-young Master Ethan is, likewise…. qu—quite magnificently... equipped…."
"……Huh?"
"…N-n-n-nothing! What I—what I meant was…! I meant to say you have a m-magnificent body!"
"R-right…? I, I was wondering what on earth you were…"
You absolute moron, moron, MORON. What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep blurting out deranged things?! Where on earth is there a maid who opens with cock praise the second she sees a naked man? What are you, a common whore?!
If I kept standing there watching that thing waver before my eyes, my tangled emotions were only going to spiral worse. So I simply tore my gaze away from between Ethan's legs, and quietly brought nothing but my two hands into the space between his thighs.
"Y-young Master Ethan…."
"Yeah."
"Fr-from now on…. I will now present the 'total victory reward'—the reward for Young Master Ethan's complete victory over Master Harold."
"……Right."
"Should the reward I offer displease you, or make you uncomfortable in any way, please tell me at any time."
"Got it. …Ah, I doubt that'll happen, though."
And with that, my insurance was firmly in place against the possibility that my handiwork might fail to please.
Quietly, carefully, I closed both hands around Ethan's manhood.
Squeeze.
"Ngh, hup…."
At the instant I seized his cock, Ethan shuddered faintly, a small moan escaping him. It was a size with length to spare even wrapped in both my hands—though, granted, one had to account for Lilith's hands being a woman's.
In my past life I'd gripped and stroked my own equipment countless times, but grabbing someone else's was a first. Soft and hard all at once—and threading through it all, a strange, subtle feeling crept over me.
Well, it would have been stranger not to feel something, given that I was currently handling another man's cock with my bare hand.
Still, I'd committed to doing this, so I owed it to him to do my utmost to satisfy Ethan. A hand job was, at the very least, a far sight better than paizuri or fellatio.
Rub, rub.
"Hup, hngh…."
Perhaps because he'd already swelled rigid before I ever reached for him, Ethan was straining to contain his moans at the barest brush of my hand.
Male moans—the kind I'd only ever heard in adult videos—had always been nothing but disgusting to me.
And yet, maybe because I'd built up my own share of affection for Ethan over time, it didn't feel nearly so revolting now.
If anything—perhaps a little... gratifying. After all, it meant that right now, Ethan was feeling it, unmistakably, through my hand.
Maybe because I'd been pushing his back with a bath towel in hand until moments ago, slippery soap suds had blossomed across my palms. And whether because of that or not, the moans of Ethan under my massaging hand deepened fast.
Rub, rub.
"Haah, Li—Lilith…."
Slick, slick.
"Haaah, hup…. hup…!"
His hand clamped around his own thigh, his breathing growing ever more ragged—that was Ethan now. I quietly pumped his shaft back and forth, emotion stripped out as much as I could manage,
and before long, with a few last throbbing quivers, his cock announced its climax to me in the most decisive way possible.
"Hnghhh, haaah…!"
"…HYAAA-AAH?!"
...The problem was, I had made absolutely no contingency plan for that outcome.
The sticky, milky-white fluid that spewed forth with great gusto splattered dead center onto my body—the very body that had been massaging his shaft at point-blank range. Ethan's emission, faintly briny and clinging, trickled quietly down the valley of my cleavage and around my navel.
"H-haa, haa…."
"……"
"I—I'm sorry, Li—Lilith…. A-are you okay…?"
"…I'm perfectly fine, Young Master Ethan. This much will simply wash off with water."
"Sorry. I should have warned you first…"
"I bear my share of the blame for failing to prepare. Please don't trouble yourself over it, Young Master Ethan."
"……"
Even though I'd told him there was no need to apologize, Ethan wore a sullen, guilty expression, like a man burdened with some crime.
So, to demonstrate that there was truly nothing to fret over, I calmly scooped up a basinful of bathtub water and flung it over my own body.
SSSHLOOSH!
"…You see, Young Master Ethan? One splash of water and it all rinses away regardless."
"…Th-that's true, Lilith."
"Yes. So there's no need for Young Master Ethan to fuss over something like this."
"Got it. If Lilith says s, so…"
"……?"
He nodded along to my words as if in agreement—then went quietly rigid, his gaze freezing on a single spot as though petrified. I puzzled over his reaction for a moment before realizing exactly where Ethan's eyes had come to rest; then I cautiously drew my thighs together and spoke.
"What I told you to look at, Young Master Ethan, was not an invitation to study the space between my thighs so intently."
"I—I'm sorry, Lilith!"
"…There's no need to go so far as to apologize over it either, Young Master Ethan."
After all, it was a body that had already shown him everything there was to show over the course of the day.
Though him staring holes through it without so much as a pretense of looking away was, admittedly, a touch embarrassing.