Pink Tease and the Gamer's Paradise
Pink... "I'm hungry~."
Lena whined as she clung to my back. The sensation of her breasts pressing firmly against me. She poked her head over my shoulder and rubbed her cheek against mine like crazy.
"Sit at the table and wait. It's dangerous if I light the stove with you like this."
I forcibly peeled her off.
"Okay! Got it!"
She answered promptly enough. But this half-naked elf... She toddled right back after me. I ignored her as best I could and opened the fridge door.
"What in the world is..."
I was speechless. It was like they'd looted an entire department store's food hall. That black jar—was that caviar? I felt guilty even thinking of touching it. But priorities first: filling the homeowner's stomach. After a brief deliberation, I decided on the menu. A custom diet for her sweet tooth: onions, bell peppers, eggs.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
The knife drummed against the cutting board.
"Whoa!"
I glanced sideways at the sound. There she was, crouched on the marble counter right next to me where I was cooking. Her eyes sparkled with fascination as she peered down at the cutting board. Buck naked, barefoot.
"Um, Lena?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you close your legs a bit...?"
Pink...
Between her crouched knees, a glimpse of delicate pink mucosa.
I was liable to slice my own finger if I wasn't careful.
"No way. It's my house—why should I?"
She brushed me off lightly. I sighed in resignation and lit the gas stove.
Click. Fwoosh!Sizzle!
I fried the rice with a generous pat of butter. I added sugar to the sauce to suit her tastes. Gently cooked omelette went on top, drenched in sauce.
"Done."
Steam rose invitingly from the omelette rice. Lena gripped her fork in a tight fist. Where had those hands that shredded monster necks gone? She held it like a little kid who didn't know how.
Munch-munch!
She stuffed her cheeks until they bulged.
"Eat slowly. You'll get a stomachache. I can make more if it's not enough."
"Delish. So delish."
Her plate was spotless in no time. She even licked the bottom clean.
"Haaah..."
A long, satisfied sigh. Her wine-red eyes grew languid. Clink. She set down her fork and approached. She wiped the sauce from her mouth with her forearm.
"Glad you enjoyed i—"
My words cut off. Lena suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the sofa.
Thud.
"...?!"
She shoved me onto the sofa. Then hopped right on top. She straddled my thigh, her legs spread around it. Bare skin pressed and kneaded my leg. Through the gap, hot mucosa rubbed against me.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I finished eating."
Her hot breath tickled my ear. As if it were the most natural thing, she snatched my wrist and pulled my hand to the top of her silver head.
"Dinner's over."
Her wine-red eyes hooded seductively. She nuzzled her cheek into my palm.
"Now give me dessert."
Soft silver hair tickled my palm.
"Yeah... Nn."
Lena's eyes were half-lidded.
"Hmmm... Mmmph."
Cat-like purrs. I stroked her hair as if entranced.
"More. Do more."
She whined if my touch slowed even a little. Soon, tension melted from her body.
"...?"
Lena suddenly gripped both my shoulders. She pressed down with her full weight.
Flop.
"Whoa."
I lay flat on the sofa. She draped herself over me.
"Hehe... So warm~."
Her excited breath grazed my chin. Her heavy breasts squished against my chest, spreading wide. A pleasant weight. And then... contact. A strange sensation from my lower body. Mucosa far hotter than before. Steamy, sticky texture.
Sight. Smell. Touch. My senses went wild. I'm a healthy guy in my twenties. A naked beauty grinding against me. My rationality was about to snap.
Still, I desperately held back. She was the world's strongest hunter. One wrong move, and I'd be picking up my bones. #MeToo wouldn't even be the issue. 'Seojun Kim' could end up as 'Seo/Jun Kim' or 'Seojun/Kim'.
I groped for excuses. "Ahem."
I cleared my throat and gently pushed her shoulders.
"Lying down right after eating makes you a pig. Get up."
A childish warning. But Lena just hooked her arms around my hands. She buried her cheek deeper into my chest and giggled.
"Seojun. Elves don't turn into pigs."
"It's just a saying. You'll get indigestion."
"Hmm... Really?"
Whoosh. Lena sat up. The position got even more dangerous. I was lying on the sofa. She straddled my hips, back straight. Classic woman-on-top.
Her wine-red eyes curved slyly. Her hands slid up slowly. She grabbed her own breasts with both hands.
Squish.
White flesh spilled between her fingers. She kneaded them, smirking.
"Do I look like a pig? These udders are pretty big, though."
Innocent ditziness mixed with sticky sex appeal. My mind went blank white. I rolled my eyes, lost for where to look. I barely squeezed out words.
"P-please, just put some clothes on."
"No way. Time for a house tour! Follow me!"
Lena declared the itinerary on her whim. She bounced off my lap. Grabbed my wrist and yanked.
Slap-slap.
Bare feet on the floor. Her white ass swayed with each step. Smooth curve of her waist. And...
She's wet...!
Milky fluid glistening between her thighs. I was going insane. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling as she dragged me along.
"If you wanna look, just look."
A naive scolding flew my way.
"This is the home theater!"
My lewd thoughts vanished. The parade of luxury continued. Massive screen and premium recliner sofas.
"This is the spa! Hot springs and sauna too."
Next door. A whiff of cypress. A vast bathhouse for dozens, with auto temp and water management.
But the real shock came next.
"This is our Seojun's playroom!"
What a cute name for it. Click. I opened the door skeptically.
"What in the world..."
Blazing LED lights. Wall-sized ultrawide monitor. Water-cooled PC worth tens of millions. Consoles stacked beside it. Every game title complete by genre. My mouth gaped like a carp.
"Th-this is all..."
"I don't really get this stuff."
Lena put her hands on her hips. Her pointed ears twitched. She puffed up proudly.
"But guys go crazy for it, right? Man cave or whatever? So I just threw money at the best setup."
This was heaven. Back in my broke job-hunting days, hopping part-time gigs. Too scared of the electric bill to run the AC in my shitty studio. All that resentment melted away.
"What do you think? Like it?"
Lena sidled up, arms crossed. Burying my arm in her heavy breasts. Puppy eyes begging for praise. I nodded furiously. For this, I'd sell my soul to the devil.
"It's perfect. Seriously, I'll live here forever!"
"Don't bury your bones here! You gotta live with me forever!"
Mwah. Lena beamed and kissed my cheek.
After that: indoor garden, pool, gym. Touring the luxuries left me drained. I sank deep into the living room sofa. My head spun from the scent of money.
'Wi-Fi? Of course!'
Lena's bold claim popped into my head. I pulled out my smartphone. Turned on Wi-Fi. Full bars. The power of capitalism pierces dimensional walls.
I tapped the news tab to test. No lag.
"Whoa, it's seriously fast."
My thumb froze scrolling. A headline caught my eye.
I nearly clicked it absentmindedly. Then...
Slither.
A weird sensation on my lower thigh. Soft, warm, fluffy. It coiled around my leg and rose.
"Eek?!"
A dumb yelp escaped. I looked down hurriedly. A translucent silver fur bundle. A fox tail.
At its end: Lena's white ass leaning against me.
"Wh-what's this?"
"Magic."
Lena's voice turned icy. The tail squeezed my thigh tight.
"I-it can do that too? Amazing..."
I struggled to pry it off in panic. She was faster. Slide. She slipped under the sofa. Wedged between my legs and knelt. A dangerously lewd pose. She reached up and pinned my wrist.
"Lena?"
My smartphone in hand. She pressed it down onto my thigh. And then... smothered it. Her massive breasts covered the entire screen. When they're that big, this works.
"Hey, I can't see the screen..."
"Don't look at other girls."
Lena puffed her cheeks. Pouted lips thrust out. Her wine-red eyes gleamed with venom.
"No, I was just checking the news..."
"No excuses."
The tail squeezed once more. A whiny snort. Cute, but the grip was brutal—numbing my legs.
"Look away again..."
She rubbed her cheek on my inner thigh, issuing a warning.
"And I'll cut the internet."
My heart sank. No, not that.
"The contract says internet's provided..."
"Contract? That's just paper scraps."
Lena grinned. Still pressing my phone with her breasts. Hot breath on my lower belly as she whispered sultrily.
"This is my turf. If I say so, it's done. Right?"
Logic was trash. But I couldn't argue. I glanced out the window. Blood-red sky. Monster roars. No labor inspector showing up here. I compromised.
"My deepest apologies."
I let go of the phone. Carefully placed my free hand on her head.
"The internet's full of harmful stuff these days. I'll only look at my employer from now on."
Pet-pet. I poured my soul into stroking her silver hair. A desperate massage to soothe my deranged owner's mood. Behind her pointed ears. Smooth nape. Delicate collarbone.
It worked.
"Haaaah..."
Venom faded from her fierce eyes. Pupils went hazy. Stiff shoulders slumped. The crushing tail swayed softly.
"Hehe... Feels good~..."
Ferocity evaporated. Hard to believe this was the same... elf?
"Seojun... There... More~..."
Lena rubbed her face relentlessly on my lower belly. Phone still buried under heavy breasts. Whatever. Better no news than no internet. Digital detox or something. I just focused on petting. This life might be more exhausting than I thought. I swallowed the premonition.