The Annoying Attention

I accepted the proposal to strip.

And then...

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Is that the sound of sex? No, it isn't.

It’s the sound of my heart, filling the entire living room.

Damn it. I’ve had experience with women before. I’m not some virgin, yet here I am, acting like this.

Well, my experiences have all been... special cases. Repelt, the female knight with the cold impression. Raiet, the beautiful girl around my age who looked just as cold and strong-willed. And Nilla, the woman right in front of me—Claire—who was a married woman, yet still a virgin.

But right now, I felt like a child standing before a seasoned veteran. I’ve only felt this way twice in my life: the first time I sparred with my father, and the first time I started playing games at eighteen. The difference is that back then, I felt a burning competitive spirit. Now, I have this overwhelming feeling that losing wouldn't be so bad.

Just the way she stares at me, a meaningful smile playing on her lips, makes my chest tremble. Is this the tolerance of an older, married woman? Nilla had some of it, but Claire was on a completely different level. Then again, Nilla was a beautiful married woman, but she was practically a virgin.

"Drae?"

"Yes."

"It’s your turn. Hehe."

"I-I’ll begin mining."

Because of that, I played the game quite passively. I’m the type who usually enjoys using different strategies every moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve played with just one pattern. Did she make that absurd proposal just to aim for this? If so, Claire is truly a strategist and a game master.

"My turn~ I’ll command a mine as well."

Still, I couldn't say her suspicious proposal had bad intentions because she was taking me on seriously. There was no sign of her going easy on me. On the contrary, looking at her current setup, it was clear she would strike with overwhelming force from the next turn.

Claire, tilting her head and smiling brightly, held out her palm as if to say it was my turn. I had to stop overthinking and pull myself together. Honestly, what would Claire lack that she’d need to seduce me? She clearly loved her family—Blan and Elter—so much that even I could see it. I couldn't imagine someone like that would commit adultery.

And then there’s Blan. At first, I secretly called him "Muscle Old Man," but given his physique, how big must his... you know... be?

Of course, mine is excellent too, but honestly, once a man’s tool reaches a certain size, it’s all the same. It’s not like in those mangas where bigger is always better. Especially with those exaggerated depictions of black men; at that size, you’d die of pain before feeling any pleasure. Wait, then what about me? When I’m fully erect, I reach that exaggerated level. I haven't actually been fully erect with a woman yet, but I’ve been close, and I don’t think any woman has ever been in pain... ...That was a pointless thought.

I’m in the middle of a game, and here I am thinking about my own size. Anyway, the conclusion: that proposal earlier was just a briefing for the game, so I can go all out.

"I’ll advance my defensive troops and end my turn."

"Aha."

Every single laugh of hers is unnecessarily erotic. No, I must just be feeling that way. People feel what they think. So, I’ll brainwash myself. That laugh is actually her mocking me. She’s looking down on me...!!

...Wait? Now that I think about it, isn't that actually true? Isn't she just thinking, "This virgin’s reaction is cute while I tease him"? Suddenly, I’m pissed off.

As I flared up, Claire tilted her head, saying "Oh my?", and smiled again.

"Then I’ll use my item, 'All-Out Attack,' which I placed in the future-prep zone. With this, all my forces will launch an assault."

Right. I had expected this when Claire’s troops subtly approached my base. So, it was time for this.

"I’ll use two items I placed in the future-prep zone."

One is 'Warp Soldier.' I warp my other pieces next to the soldier I set as the warp point. The other is 'Intercept Stance.' Simply put, it increases my defensive probability. My pieces move automatically in perfect order.

This game is like *Blue Marble*, but a magical version. Detailed actions like moving pieces or counting are handled by magic, so you don't need to place physical markers; you can just engrave the signs. It’s convenient.

Kuaak.

Mana flows. Not from the game itself, but from the 'Magic Orbs' installed around us. It’s an indispensable tool if you want to enjoy this kind of game magically. It’s like the relationship between console games and plug-and-play devices, which still have steady demand even in the era of virtual reality.

I should buy one later.

"Oh my."

Claire put her hand to her cheek and let out a sound of slight surprise. Well, it was natural. My defenses were perfect, but there was one more element threatening her: the Warp Soldier that had infiltrated deep into her territory. In the innermost part sat the game piece that could be considered the player’s main ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body. There was a penalty for warping into an opponent’s territory, but it was well worth the cost if I could get one attacker inside. I had succeeded in placing my piece in her base without her knowing.

Having successfully blocked her all-out attack, it was my turn.

"Here I go, Claire."

"Oh my. Ufufu."

With my declaration, a small, doll-like attacker threw a spear. The spear grew to the size of a ballpoint pen and attacked Claire. It was only 500 life points, but I had successfully seized the initiative. Moreover, the surprise attack was effective, so the best move for Claire on her next turn was to retreat and regroup, and she couldn't drive my Warp Soldier out of her base. I was able to land another attack.

"Yes!"

In terms of life points paid, we were about even, but I had landed the first strike. 500 points, twice. ...Right. That makes 1000 points, doesn't it? The joy of the successful attack vanished somewhere. *Gulp.* My saliva went down on its own. No, it’s not anything weird. It must have been a briefing just to confuse me. She’s definitely going to say the stripping part was just a joke.

"Hmm... Yes... There."

"...!"

She took it off. Her sock.

"...?"

"Ufufu. Isn't one sock a proper strip?"

"Hehe..."

This feels like a drinking game. I’ve never played one, though.

"Drae, you lost 1000 points too, didn't you?"

"I did."

Actually, the simultaneous use of items and the warp I used this turn cost life points. A total of 1100 points. Well, with one soldier deep in enemy territory, it’s a gap I can reverse soon. I, too, should show off and take off a sock...

...Oh. Come to think of it, the clothes in this world. The pants and socks are connected. Pants are usually made longer than the lower body, and the ends are stretched to be used as socks. At least, the clothes I’m wearing are like that. My top was new, but my pants were still the functional ones I wore when I worked at the Adventurer’s Guild. Who would have thought it would come to this?

"Drae. For your information, bracelets, rings, and hairpins don't count, okay?"

"..."

What, that’s cheap. Grumbling, I pondered what I should take off, and eventually, I took off my shirt. I had bought it to look neat as an instructor, but underneath was the same functional shirt from my adventurer days.

I could feel the cool air of the house. Just that alone made my heart race.

No. I feel a sense of crisis. I only thought about Claire stripping, not the possibility of me having to do it. Even if I’m half-naked, the situation will be dangerous in many ways. Mostly because a guy like me might turn into a beast. I even have that crazy skill called Beastification, so I can’t let this happen. I must win for sure, without losing any more life points.

"Then, I’ll go a bit harder this time~?"

Claire’s cheerful voice echoed through the room.

Yeah. It was impossible. I couldn't stop the life point loss, and I lost another 1000 points, so I was in the middle of taking off my top. As I took off the functional shirt, my bare upper body was revealed.

"......"

"Wow."

Claire’s exclamation. My upper body wasn't so bad, thanks to consistent exercise. It meant I had a decent amount of muscle.

"You’ve been working hard consistently."

"Compared to Blan, isn't this just a drop in the bucket?"

"Fufufu. If it were him, others would find it more grotesque than cool. But I find it cute."

Cute, huh. Then I must be even cuter. I don't think I’ve ever been called cute by a woman before, and it’s turning me on. ...No, seeing Claire’s deep, unreadable eyes, I’m genuinely turned on.

My life points: 2800. Claire’s life points: 2500. That’s right. My soldier is still active deep in enemy territory. Claire was pushing me hard, using all her points and resources without bothering to retreat her troops to deal with the soldier in her base.

For me, who had intended to crush her in one go while she regrouped, I had no choice but to lick my lips. Yeah. I had licked my lips earlier out of bitterness... but now, the meaning is different. The sight before my eyes... is so erotic that saliva is pouring into my mouth on its own.

I let my guard down just because she took off her socks. Claire’s feet, as she sat modestly with her legs to the side. That curve from the ankle bone and the smooth, snow-white skin without a single wrinkle were much, much more erotic than I thought. Was I a foot fetishist? I had watched things like footjobs when looking at erotic content, but there were so many other genres I watched more or parts that turned me on more, so I hadn't paid much attention to feet...

By the way, it’s my turn now. In other words, I can attack Claire. The Warp Soldier I infiltrated into her base is still active, so I can launch a direct attack. She will be down to 2000 life points.

So, here’s the question. What will Claire take off? She’s already taken off both socks. Because of the precedent that things like bracelets don't count, the strategy of taking off her headband is also impossible. Honestly, curiosity outweighed my sexual desire.

"My turn. Blocking the attacking troops, I will attack with my attacker...!"

Thwack.

The ballpoint-pen-sized spear that had already flown at her several times pierced Claire’s slender chest. Claire, without any sign of pain, put her index finger to her cheek, tilted her head, and began to ponder, "Hmm~."

Before long, that hand moved to her headband. The moment she pulled it off, her silver-like hair fluttered, and a pleasant scent reached me. Watching that, I felt half-relief, half-futility. You said hairpins didn't count.

"Claire, that’s half..."

...I tried to say.

"Yay."

Making a cute sound, she took off her top without hesitation. It wasn't like there was another top underneath. Her snow-white skin was visible. Her belly, without an ounce of fat, and her attractive, curved navel were visible. As my gaze moved up, her erotic black lingerie and her voluptuous, massive breasts entered my field of vision. Her cleavage was so deep that I felt like it would feel incredibly good to stick my tool in between them.

No, that’s not it. Because she raised her arms to take off her top, I could clearly see her clean, hairless armpits. When she completely took off her top, her breasts swayed with the recoil. What kind of incredible elasticity is that??? What would it feel like if I touched them?

"Ufufu. Drae. I’m embarrassed when you look at me like that."

"...! I, I’m sorry."

I was staring too intently. No, if you’re embarrassed, don't take it off, or just declare surrender. I grumbled to myself and erased the strange thoughts.

But my thoughts couldn't last long. It was Claire’s turn, and it was her time to attack. My life points were significantly reduced to 2000 because I also took damage when my base was destroyed. With this, our life points were tied. It was a fierce and good game, but now the game wasn't the problem. I only had my pants left to take off. Normally, I should have stopped the game, but my head was already messed up.

"Ufufu."

The sight of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a skirt and a black bra is truly erotic. Thinking that, I slowly took off my pants.

"......"

I could feel her narrowed eyes opening slightly, her blue pupils fixed on my lower body. I was barely holding back an erection, but my son was making his presence known, to the point of being excessive.

"Oh my, oh my my..."

"..."

This is embarrassing. Intense gazes are truly embarrassing. Silence. It’s my turn now, but the next move is embarrassing. ...If I get used to the gaze, will it be okay?

"Ugh."

"?!"

But Claire closed the distance as if to say she wouldn't give me time to get used to it. In her hand... was a drink.

"You’ve run out of drinks, right?"

"Ah. Yes..."

More than that, there was only one cup at my seat from the beginning, and the water bottle full of drinks was placed next to Claire. I wondered if it was a coincidence, but surely she didn't aim for this. If she did aim for this... how should I deal with this cheeky married woman? This bitch...

...Wait, why am I like this? My thinking is somehow wrong.

"Shall we start after a little break? It seems like we’re both getting heated up."

"Yes, yes."

I had no choice but to stutter that answer. And just then, Claire’s hand brushed against my chest.

"?!"

"Oh my... It’s firm."

"No, Cl, Claire?"

"Ah, ah. I’m sorry...! I, I did it without realizing..."

A seductive voice that had a magical power to make my heart flutter, even while sounding intimidated. "It’s such ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a great body... I’m sorry, Drae."

"It’s fine..."

But if she apologized, shouldn't she take her hand off? However, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Claire didn't take her hand off and smiled even more seductively, then said:

"It’s unfair if only I’m touched, so would you like to touch me too, Drae?"

"..."

Where? When I didn't answer for over ten seconds, a urging voice came.

"Yes? How about it?"

"...Wh, where..."

Surely it wouldn't be her breasts. She must be telling me to touch her arm or something to tease me.

"My breasts. I pride myself on them, you know?"

"..."

"Ah, don't worry. This is just skinship. Skinship."

Skinship, she says. That can't be. But even while thinking that, my hand slowly reached out...

"Uhahahat."

Disguising it with a hearty laugh, I barely withdrew my hand and scratched my head. That was the moment. Her eyes widened slightly, and her gaze went to my lower abdomen. To be exact, to my erect tool that was poking out above my underwear, as if it were about to tear through it.

"...! No, wait, this is..."

"Wow...! It’s magnificent. It’s not just your muscles that are firm, is it?"

Claire’s voice had changed.

Thud.

Claire knelt and crawled on all fours, like a puppy or a kitten. Then, she brought her head close and pressed it against my crotch...

"Sniff, sniff."

"...!"

"...Fufu. The smell of a male. It’s too intense♡"

Words and a voice too erotic—no, vulgar—to come from a married woman. My tool reacted reflexively to that.

Squelch.

Damn it. Pre-cum. Sticky liquid overflowing from the glans...!! An amount that made me wonder if I had ejaculated, not just pre-cum. Seeing that, Claire’s eyes, whether it was my imagination or not, turned into a state of ecstasy.

"Oh my... It smells erotic. A young boy’s... unusually thick and... essence that is hard to obtain... Haaaa..."

As she sniffed, enjoying it, my self-control gradually vanished. Damn it, no. If this continues...

"...I’ll go prepare some tea, Drae."

I don't know what she was thinking, but fortunately, Claire stood up first and walked toward the kitchen.

"Hoo. Huuu..."

Breathing mixed with crisis and excitement. That moment.

Ding!

Updated? It seems to be the upgrade function that Olnist mentioned last time.

What’s with the "hehehe"? No. This is really not okay. My instincts screamed at me to stay still, but my reason yelled at me to get out of here. Okay. Let’s get up. At that moment, someone with soft skin hugged me from behind. Did Claire come back? I didn't read her presence? ...No, is it because she had no killing intent?

"Claire...?"

"Hwaaam~"

A peaceful yawn. I could feel hot breath near my ear, and a sensation of temperature clearly higher than my own. It wasn't Claire who hugged me, but Elter, the cute girl in a cool one-piece dress as always.

"Oppa-ppa-ppa. When did you come~?"

"J, just a moment ago. More importantly, Elter, could you please let go?"

This oppa is in a bit of a dangerous situation right now.

"...Hwaaam."

Grab.

"!"

What is it. Why are you biting my ear?

"Sluuuurp."

Why are you sucking it?? Wait, this is really dangerous now. If it was just morally dangerous earlier, now it’s dangerous just by the look of it. I’ll be socially buried. What was the age of adulthood in Elynar? No, regardless of the age, Elter doesn't look like an adult...

Ding!

No, you bastard. I’ve told you several times, read the room.

...Huh? I couldn't help but be surprised by the updated information. What is this...?