The Annoying Attraction

It feels like a different world entirely.

That was my impression as I stepped into Blan’s house. If the world usually felt like a calm, colorless space, this place felt dreamlike, as if a faint, pink mist were swirling through the air.

It wasn’t just my perception that was off. A strange scent, unlike anything I’d smelled before, hung in the room. It wasn’t an unpleasant odor—in fact, it was quite pleasant—but it made me feel strangely unsettled.

And at this moment, there was an absolute existence that was working against my composure more than anything else. Claire had slipped into the living room first, only to poke her head out from beside the door, giggle, and hide again. Her behavior, as if she were teasing a lover or acting coquettish, made my heart, which was already racing, pound against my chest until it actually hurt.

"Haa. Whew."

I took a deep breath and let it out. My head, which had been muddled by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠excitement and fluttering nerves, seemed to clear and calm down just a little. In the midst of this, a sudden thought of humiliation crossed my mind. In a situation like this, Mangsin would usually be making some crude joke, but he was silent. It’s strange how quiet he gets whenever we come to this house.

One step. I took a contradictory step into the living room that felt both heavy and light at the same time. Well, even if I were to get worked up on my own, nothing special would happen.

The game would probably be set up just like last time, and I could just say I wouldn't play the stripping game, as I had resolved to do before. As I reached the living room, the game board was laid out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exactly as I had expected. I let out a sigh that was half-relief and half-disappointment, and my gaze immediately searched for Claire, who was nearby. She was hiding her body behind a curtain, peeking out with only her face, smiling at me.

"Guess where I am~?"

"......"

Does Claire think I’m a child? I approached her with a bitter smile, listening to her call out to me in a tone one might use for Elter—or perhaps even a younger child.

"Hmm~? Where could I be hiding?"

"Well, I wonder. Where could it be?"

The anticipation that had been making me nervous—the feeling that I might be devoured—deflated. Still, I decided to play along with this game, thinking it was for the best. I pretended to look around and carefully closed the distance. It was behavior I wouldn't normally engage in, but I wasn't even aware of it.

I narrowed the distance until I was right up against the curtain... and for a moment, I flinched at the sweet, erotic scent that pierced my nose. To hide it, I forced a wide grin and lunged, hands outstretched as if I were a monster.

"Found you!"

"Kyaa~"

Claire responded playfully, curling up as she rolled the curtain slightly. Wow. She was genuinely cute. I was a monster attacking a frail girl, or a scoundrel trying to ravish a saucy married woman...

...No, that wasn't it. Anyway, acting like a villain, I pounced on her and tore the curtain open.

And then.

"..."

I was speechless. It was no wonder; the Claire before my eyes wasn't wearing her usual clothes. But she wasn't in her underwear, either. She was wearing a black bikini. And the coverage was extremely minimal.

It wasn't quite a lewd swimsuit that barely covered her nipples and crotch, but it was small enough to sit right between a normal swimsuit and something you’d see in a manga.

Honestly, I was moved. I hadn't realized Claire’s body was this erotic. I used to think she looked sexier when she was bundled up in clothes, but my thinking had been too shallow. Whether dressed or undressed, Claire was a damn-arousing married woman overflowing with charm.

Her breasts were firm and perky, making me wonder what they would feel like to touch. Her slender waist had no excess fat, yet her hips were nothing short of voluptuous. There was a mole in a spot that would never be visible if she were wearing a top—right on the side of her breast—and it was subtly, no, very arousing. Her buttocks were plump enough that I wanted to grab them hard, and that mound protruding from the swimsuit was...

"Gulp."

"Kyaa~ I’ve been caught~"

Unlike me, who had lost all composure and gone rigid, Claire maintained her playful attitude and gently hugged me. Because of the height difference, I saw the top of her head for a moment before she suddenly looked up, her eyes meeting mine with a seductive glint. As I swallowed hard again, Claire’s mouth parted, and she gave me a sultry smile.

"Well then~ what happens to me now that I’ve been caught? Drae."

"Hmm."

Let’s calm down.

Whew.

Deep breaths. Just deep breaths. I barely managed to soothe myself, suppressing my erection as much as possible, and reached out to pull Claire away. But while I was hesitating about whether it was okay to touch her bare skin, Claire hugged me even tighter, saying, "Gotcha!"

"Claire. What is this..."

She answered me in a voice that sounded almost like she was flirting, though I had barely managed to squeeze the words out.

"The game we played when you came over last time. We didn't reach a conclusion, did we? So, I wanted to continue from that situation today."

"..."

"I was embarrassed to be in just my underwear, so I tried wearing a swimsuit instead. How is it? Is it pretty?"

"That... hmm."

Silence.

Honestly, it suited her so well that I wanted to pin her to the floor right then and there, climb on top, and grind my hips against her—it was that erotic—but I couldn't say that. There were so many things I wanted to ask. Last time, she only took off her top, so why was she taking off her bottom now...?

As I remained silent, Claire said in a dejected voice.

"Was this too much for an old married woman?"

"No, not at all. It’s more arousing than any woman I’ve ever seen... no, that’s not it. Hmm."

"Aha. I’m happy."

She raised a finger and tickled my chest.

"You’re so firm."

"..."

"...Drae."

"Y-yes."

"Take it off."

"...!"

What is that supposed to mean?

Claire giggled as she watched me, my eyes wide with shock.

"Drae, you had to take your clothes off last time because you lost points, didn't you? I want you to take yours off just as much."

"Ah."

Everything became clear. Both what she had just said and why she was wearing no bottoms. Back then, she had included socks in the stripping, and since she wasn't wearing socks now, she must have taken off her bottoms instead... no, that calculation is all wrong. Her logic was entirely self-serving, and that was exactly why I liked it so much.

She called herself an old woman, but looking only at her face, she looked like someone my age, or perhaps even younger. Seeing such a face paired with that insanely seductive skin... honestly, it felt good. It couldn't not feel good.

Her body was so voluptuous that I couldn't look down. If I really looked at her body... I felt like I would immediately hug her and kiss her.

Earlier, Claire had hugged me lightly, and her plump breasts had pressed against me, providing a heavenly sensation while keeping things visually safe. But now, the soft sensation was gone, and that heavenly valley was right there below me.

"Hmm? Hmm? Hurry up and take it off, let’s play the game again."

Press.

Ah, this is driving me crazy. This... lewd woman...!! She doesn't even know how much I’m holding back...! Should I just rape her? Should I make this woman who looks down on men cry out in pleasure...?

...No. Why am I thinking like this? My thinking is clearly abnormal. It’s not like she used an aphrodisiac or some skill... but it was certain that this space itself was strange. Recognizing that, I reminded myself that the current me wasn't the real me, and I barely managed to speak.

"I have no intention of playing a stripping game this time. So, please..."

I wanted to tell her to put her clothes back on, but the words wouldn't leave my mouth. I wanted to knock this lewd married woman over, scold her, pin her down, and shove my cock into her pussy, which I was certain was as lewd as her personality.

"Hmm~?"

Claire tilted her head, looking puzzled, and tickled my lower abdomen, just above my crotch. Whether it was the fear that her hand might go lower at any moment, or just pure impulse, I hugged her with enough force to crush her.

"Kyaa...!"

"Haa. Haa..."

She was startled for a moment, but then she giggled.

"Ufufu. Drae. You seem to be having a hard time. Your breathing is quite rough, isn't it?"

She breathed out a "Haa," then wrapped her arms around my back and whispered into my ear.

"Did you come here after doing some exercise?"

"......"

"Since you’re already warmed up, wouldn't you like to do some more healthy exercise?"

Every time she whispered in my ear, my body trembled, and I felt like I was on the verge of a massive erection. Holding back, holding back, I spoke in a rough, desperate voice.

"Please put your clothes on."

"Hmm~"

When I pulled away, unable to bear the sensation of her dense body pressed against me, she let out a moan as if dissatisfied, but then Claire smiled brightly.

"I will!"

Thankfully, she complied readily and went to her room to get dressed, humming a tune.

"...Whew..."

I sat down on the floor, letting out a hot breath. That was really dangerous.

I need to talk about Blan’s arm and get out of this house quickly. If I don't, I might genuinely get devoured. For now, let me calm my heart before she returns. I even considered masturbating to kill the excitement, but lately, no matter how much I jerk off, my cock doesn't go soft, so I don't think it would be any use.

"Drae~"

"?!"

Why is she so fast? I thought it would take at least ten minutes, but she returned at super speed. And this outfit was quite dangerous, too.

A sleeveless knit sweater that revealed her shoulders. And a skirt so short I wondered if it was a miniskirt. The sweater, cut low enough to catch a glimpse of her collarbone, was incredibly erotic. Honestly, it was more destructive to me than the swimsuit earlier; unlike before, where everything was exposed, the only parts of her skin showing were her armpits, which hit my preferences perfectly.

Personally, I think that kind of clothing is best for a married woman. A soft fabric that reveals secret patches of skin like the breasts and shoulders...

A woman who has a child and a husband, wearing clothes that are subtly erotic without caring about—or perhaps not even knowing—the gazes of others... it’s fucking great.

I got a slight erection. Thanks to my cock being so... no, because of it, my pants were already screaming.

Let’s calm this erection down first.

But Claire didn't wait for me to make my cock go soft. Lightly, but surely, she approached me, sat down next to me, and brushed her hair aside. Thanks to that, her erotic armpit was slightly exposed, and even the mole on the side of her breast was visible.

Damn it.

My erection grew even larger. Why does she have a mole in such a fucking arousing place?

"If you don't want to play a game, it can't be helped. Shall we talk instead?"

"Yes. Let’s."

"But Drae."

"Y-yes?"

As I answered while trying to hide my erection, I hurriedly stood up and moved behind the sofa. Claire giggled at me.

"Could I ask you for a favor?"

"A favor?"

"Yes. I was wondering if you could massage my shoulders."

"Your... shoulders?"

"Yes. They’ve been so stiff lately... I know it’s rude, but could you?"

Her half-lidded eyes were seductive, and I swallowed hard again. As if to accelerate my state, Claire spoke in a bewitching voice.

"If you massage them, I’ll give you a gift, too."

"......"

"Yes?"

"Understood. But the gift is unnecessary."

"Oh my. I can't let that... U-uhng..♡"

"...!"

The moment I put my hands on her shoulders to finish quickly and leave, I heard a very erotic moan.

"I’m sorry... my shoulders were so stiff, I couldn't help it..."

"It’s fine. I’ll begin."

I swallowed the saliva filling my mouth and moved my hands. Using my index, middle, ring, and thumb, I massaged her tentatively, and a pleasant moan lingered on her lips.

I could feel her leaning back against the sofa, letting her body go limp. This time, I spread my palms and buried my hands deeper into her shoulders... and then I realized.

The sweater was small, so my hands were touching her bare skin. It was only the tips of my fingers, but in a situation where we were alone in the room, the erotic excitement of massaging a married woman’s bare skin washed over me.

"A-uhm, u-uhm. H-haout...!"

"....."

Surely, it was just because the massage felt good... but it sounded so much like the moans she would make while doing that, I couldn't calm down at all. She had her back to me, and my lower body was hidden by the sofa, so feeling safe, my cock had risen high, fully erect on its own.

Aware of the pre-cum welling up, I glanced over her shoulder at her destructively large, perky breasts. The tips were bulging out erotically...

...Wait a second.

Why are they bulging?

Is she... not wearing a bra?

"Drae."

"Yes."

I flinched, feeling guilty, and answered. Claire giggled, wondering what was so funny.

"What happened to my husband’s arm?"

Once again, a mix of relief and disappointment washed over me. I felt both the thought that I could leave this house safely by changing the subject, and the disappointment that things were ending just like this. I scattered those stupid thoughts and briefly explained that there hadn't been much progress. I added that the possibility of Mullin helping had increased, though...

Time-wise, it had been about five minutes. To me, it felt like I didn't know how much time had passed.

"Haout. U-uh... that, a-aang..! T-that’s good... to hear. H-huout...!"

"..."

I couldn't answer. My mouth was overflowing with saliva; if I opened it, my words would slur, and that would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Haou, u-u... D-Drae. You’re really good at massages..."

"Is, is that so."

I barely managed to answer, as if swallowing the drool dripping down.

"Yes... your hands are big, and hot... they feel better than when my husband does it..."

Thump, thump. My cock expanded. Don't misunderstand. It was a statement that could be misinterpreted, but it was just a thoughtless remark... Cock, die. Bad thoughts, get out.

"Fufufu."

"...?"

"No. H-huout... this situation... whew. It’s a little strange."

"Strange...?"

"Yes. Because, usually in this situation... a husband’s friend and a married woman are in a room with no one else, touching each other... it’s strange... it makes me think erotic thoughts...?"

"......"

There’s no one else in the house? Not even Elter? And what is the intention behind saying this? Huh? What is it, you lewd bitch... no, wait.

"Whew... whew... your hands... are wonderful...♡"

"!!"

Claire raised her slender hands and placed them over my two hands, which were still massaging her shoulders—and by now, stroking her bare skin, not just the clothes—and began to stroke them slowly.

"Fufu. Drae. Your touch is lewd...♡"

"..."

"You’re not... whew... having... strange thoughts... are you?"

"Wh-what do you mean by strange thoughts..."

"Fufufu. Well. You know."

"...By that, you mean..."

"...Making a baby?♡"

"...!"

Fuck.

I barely managed to hold back the pre-cum that was about to come out like a full ejaculation. Is it okay to be this lewd? The air in the room was turning hot, and hazy, like an aphrodisiac. Without conversation, only the sound of our rough breathing echoed in the room.

My reason was screaming at me to get out of the room quickly, but my body didn't move an inch. No, that’s wrong. It was just my feet that wouldn't move; my hands were already narrowing the distance toward her breasts on their own.

"Aout, u-uhm... a-aang♡ A-aang♡ Fufu, Drae. Your hands... are lewd...♡ Lewd♡"

"H-haak. Haak. Whew..."

My breathing had become so rough I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was aware of it. Claire must have felt my breath on her neck, because she just kept giggling, "Fufufu."

"Aha. Drae. You seem to be having a hard time. This time, I’ll massage you..."

Ah. I’m screwed.

Claire ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turned her head. Her eyes discovered my cock, which was poking against the sofa. Seeing the top of my meat-rod and the glans, glistening with pre-cum through my pants, Claire... widened her eyes.

I don't know why. But I felt like hearts were floating in those wide eyes...

"H-huff...!"

I let out a gasp. I couldn't help it. Her two hands had touched my protruding cock. Claire touched it slowly, finger by finger, as if handling a precious item.

"Cl-Claire...! Wait, this is...!"

"Yes. I’m sorry, Drae."

"Y-yes?"

"I was thinking, 'Do I have no charm?' but... you were properly excited, weren't you?♡"

"...Properly?"

What is this? Properly excited? Is she admitting that she has charm, that she seduced me?

"Ah. Slip of the tongue. I just meant I didn't expect you to be excited by the body of an old woman like me...♡ I never imagined you’d be suffering this much...♡"

I thought, 'Where are you lying...' but this wasn't the situation to say anything.

"Kuhk!"

But I couldn't stay silent, either. Claire was moving the hand that was gripping my cock little by little.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Cl-Claire! That’s enough now..."

"No. Since I made you like this, I have to take responsibility and soothe you."

"No, th-this is. I mean, morally..."

"It’s not dangerous at all. After all, this is a massage, isn't it?"

At that moment, Claire licked her lips with her tongue. The moment she gripped my cock a little harder and stroked it up and down, looking at it as if it were something precious... I writhed in pleasure so intense it felt like my brain was burning.

"Kuhk..!"

"Aha. It feels good, doesn't it? My massage."

That’s not a massage. But I couldn't say it in words. Because I was afraid of this pleasure ending.

...Afraid? Me? Don't make me laugh.

I have to teach her. To this married woman with a lewd and vulgar body, the meaning of seducing me. The price for it. By planting my seed deep inside her womb.

......

......

No. No.

Fuck, get a grip, Yeodre.

She’s not just any woman; she’s a married woman, someone else’s wife. And she’s the wife of Blan, who trusted me when no one else did and helped me endure...

...So isn't that why it’s even more arousing?

Pin her down. And fuck her.

For a moment, I thought it was Mangsin, but it wasn't. It was my own voice.

As I gritted my teeth, enduring the impulse to pull down my own pants, at the very moment I was repeating to myself that this couldn't happen.

Ding!

Huh. What’s this?

Ah, fuck.

No.