Week 2 (11)
Week 2 (11)
I wonder if I could just play it off as being drunk and dizzy? ...Fuck, like that'll fly.
Pathetically, that's the first thought that crossed my mind.
When humans face a situation that's way too unrealistic, they give up on trying to understand it.
I first experienced that the moment I got isekai'd into Tombstone—and sure, I spent the early days rolling around like an idiot—and now, in this very moment, I was fully convinced of it without a shred of doubt.
Letting out a hollow chuckle, I stopped counting the patterns on the ceiling and lowered my head.
Below me was a sight so unbelievable that even seeing it with my own two eyes made it hard to accept.
"Umm... Hnng, chuuup, haa...♥"
A beauty with jet-black hair reminiscent of a wet Crow was on her knees in front of the sofa in her underwear, lovingly licking my dick like it was the most precious thing.
This moment was one I'd want to screenshot and treasure as my lifelong family heirloom.
And even more unbelievable? The reason this woman was doing this was because I told her to.
Just recalling it made me dizzy.
'Ray, suck it.' What the actual fuck.
The second those words left my mouth, the alcohol burned right out of my system.
If Ray had looked at me like I was insane right then and said, 'Master, are you nuts?' I was fully prepared to bolt to the window in that same position and hero-suicide myself.
That aside, a wave of crisis hit me—wait, no, this wasn't just crisis level anymore. I'd crossed the line so far that I was royally fucked now.
Why had I been gritting my teeth and pushing women away all this time?
Because of the Madness of the Labyrinth. It was so damn dangerous I was sick of even mentioning it.
"Mmng... Master, my jaw hurts..."
With tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she looked up at me, Ray whined.
Huh? I feel like I was just thinking about something important.
Fuck it, whatever.
My brain was evaporating in real-time, replaced by insane lust and a twisted sadism.
My pathetic body just never had the chance to bloom, but maybe I was harboring the genes of a crazy sadist pervert after all.
"Why?"
"Guh, grrgh... Your dic...k's too big...♥"
Even as she flushed with shame, not wanting to seem like a lightweight, Ray perfectly delivered the reaction I was hoping for.
She even enunciated 'dick' crystal clear, a word she couldn't even utter from embarrassment moments ago.
Heh heh. I nearly cracked a fond smile without realizing.
Gotta manage that expression. I casually brought a hand to my mouth.
Even a total virgin like me knew that kind of face didn't fit this atmosphere.
"Ray-ssi, stop sucking and look up at me."
As I lightly touched her chin, Ray obediently looked my way.
Her scarlet eyes looked strangely moist.
She was the type that stimulated sadism without even giving a break.
Just earlier today in the Labyrinth, she was stripping without a hint of shame and coming on strong, and hell, she even pounced first a minute ago.
The Ray who'd turned obedient the moment I flashed my dick felt like a completely different person from the one in the Labyrinth.
And right now, I was unstoppable.
My intelligence had evaporated, turning me into the kind of guy whose words bypassed thought entirely.
"Stand up."
"Uh, ah... N-now's kinda tricky..."
"Do it quick."
Ray suddenly rolled her eyes, scrambling for an excuse.
Her reaction was so obvious it was hilarious, but I kept my face stone-cold and urged her on.
Finally, like she had no choice, she wobbled to her feet carefully.
"It's all soaked, huh?"
Sure enough, Ray's black panties were drenched.
I'd been about ninety percent sure already.
After all, while she was licking my dick earlier, one arm kept hovering weirdly down there.
She was rubbing herself that blatantly and thought I wouldn't notice?
"Th-this... it's not like that..."
"What's not?"
She looked mortified, mumbling excuses without meeting my eyes.
Then she tried slyly covering her crotch with her hand, so I stood up too.
"No covering. Say it straight."
"Hii, hiik..."
Naturally, my raging hard-on jabbed right into Ray's lower belly.
A tiny moan slipped out like it was the most natural thing.
That alone gave me psychological satisfaction ready to burst.
"I haven't even touched you yet, so why are you soaking wet all on your own? Weird."
Pretending ignorance, I leisurely savored Ray's mortified expression as she died of embarrassment.
I hadn't planned to, but my hand happened to be right there, so I lightly traced over her panties with a finger.
Hmm, sopping wet.
Bonus: the cute "Hyaa!" and her body shuddering.
"Y-you touched me. You grabbed my tits first earlier..."
Then she timidly countered.
Huh, fair point. Now that she mentioned it, I had nothing to say.
Weird how she had this logical streak from the Labyrinth onward.
Nodding, I gripped Ray's breast firmly without hesitation.
"Hrrnguut...♥"
"Like this?"
For smarting off, Ray got her tit squeezed, biting her lower lip.
Truth be told, a normie like me could overpower her like cake with a little force, but even as she writhed in agony, twisting her head side to side, she showed no sign of forcing my hand away.
That shit drove me wild.
"D-don't..."
Even now.
She twisted her body to dodge my hands, but once she grabbed my wrist, she didn't twist with any real force.
Hell, if Ray's fake resistance slipped even once in her control, I'd have to block full-force or risk my life.
...Fuck, saying it out loud makes it real?
A chill ran up my neck for a sec, but I'd gone this far—I couldn't stop now.
"Ray-ssi."
"Hae, haek— Uh, y-yeah?"
Ray, lost in my kneading hands on her chest, panting hot breaths, snapped to look up when I called her name.
A thought hit me.
If I died in an accident fooling around with a woman like this, wouldn't that be one hell of a way to go?
Letting go of any lingering attachment to life surged courage through me.
"Take it all off."
Ray's pupils quivered.
But it wasn't anger or anything—I could tell at a glance.
A bitch who'd soaked her crotch that much from anticipation and excitement wasn't about to get mad now.
Still, a shred of shame lingered; she hesitated after my words, eyes darting around.
Stripping at one command might bruise her pride too much.
So, how to make her strip?
"Nah, saying it like that, you wouldn't listen, right? Let me try again."
Unlike earlier when it slipped out unconsciously, this time I needed some acting.
Wiping the smile from my face, I quietly stared into Ray's eyes.
Nothing special. Just staring piercingly, unwavering.
At first, Ray looked up curiously, but soon she couldn't hold the gaze, eyes flicking away.
Her hands clasped at her lower belly fidgeted anxiously.
Yep, this works on her.
I felt it when I commanded her before—this woman was weak to forceful approaches.
So, she'd listen if I did it like this.
Somehow, I was certain.
"Ray."
Like before, quietly but firmly calling her name.
Flinch—Ray's shoulders trembled.
Good sign. Overreacting to even trivial words.
To Ray, who was desperately avoiding my eyes and peeking sideways, I commanded.
"Strip."
I could hear her swallow hard from here.
Now, whether she obeyed was up to her.
But somehow, I already knew the answer.
I just watched her silently.
Thud, thud.
The sound of clothes hitting the floor couldn't have been more arousing.
I couldn't suppress the smirk creeping onto my face anymore.
At this point, there was no need to.
Slowly, I raised my gaze.
Ray stood before me completely naked, face flushed beet red.
By then, not a speck of self-control remained in me.
I took a deep breath, running a hand over my face.
And thought: I've held back pretty damn well so far, right?
It's not like I forced it—Ray stripped herself and was begging for it.
Conclusion came swift.
Fuck it. I don't care. Even if the Territory falls tomorrow, I'm fucking this woman tonight.
I roughly grabbed the arm she was awkwardly using to cover between her legs.
Ray let out a startled yelp, but I ignored it, gently pulling her toward me.
Her limp upper body toppled into me, and I caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Big tits, insanely slim waist.
Then down to her hips—violent curves on a killer body.
The kind of perfect figure even AVs rarely show.
Her slender moan as she fell into me tickled my ear.
One hand supported her back; the other headed between her legs.
With no panties left to hide it, my hand touched Ray's bare pussy, drawing a pitiful moan from her.
"Ah...♥"
And that's when I learned: Ray had a bald pussy.
I'd guessed from the silhouette under her panties, but whether by constitution or whatever, there wasn't a single hair—her skin was baby-smooth to the touch.
Not that this virgin ass could distinguish pussy textures, but damn, I got why this drives men insane.
Meanwhile, Ray's hand slipped under my shirt.
I panicked a bit at first, but as her fingers roamed my back, it hit me.
Oh yeah, I'm still dressed.
For a sec, I thought awkwardly pull away, strip quick and toss the clothes.
But then a funnier idea popped up.
"...Why?"
Playing dumb, I grabbed Ray as she kept squirming and groping under my clothes.
She looked flustered at first, but seeing my face, realized I was teasing— "Uuu..." she groaned in agony.
"—Haa, c-come on, you strip too, Master... It's em-embarrassing if it's just me..."
"Before that, hold on. Ray-ssi, aren't you forgetting something?"
My super casual words brought a puzzled look to Ray's face.
I savored that 'what're you talking about?' expression for a bit, then nodded toward her back.
She naturally turned, and at the end of her gaze: Valerie still face-planted on the table, dead to the world.
"Ah...!"
"What if we do it here and Valerie wakes up?"
"I... I forgot..."
Too immersed in the mood, Ray had completely blanked on Valerie—now wearing an incredulous look.
She must've been shocked realizing she'd almost fucked a strange guy in front of her blackout-drunk comrade without knowing.
It shocked me too—honestly, I'd blacked her out completely.
"So—"
Sneaking behind the flustered Ray, I scooped her up in a princess carry.
Her pupils shook mercilessly in an instant.
"—let's finish in the bedroom, yeah?"