Fair's Fair

Tears clung to Lina's eyes, trembling on the verge of falling. They looked like ripe, luscious fruit — the kind that made you want to reach out and pluck them without thinking. Like gazing at a perfectly cut sapphire. Those translucent tears, and the even more translucent eyes behind them, set my heart racing. Lina poured every ounce of that matching, innocent voice into a shout.

"This isn't fair! You have to take yours off too, oppa!"

The voice was pure. The content was anything but. Lina steamed like a locomotive, puffing indignation from the top of her head as she spoke. She probably didn't even realize what she was saying.

"I'm completely ruined for marriage now! And it's all your fault!"

"Hey now… what did I even do? If we're being honest, this happened because you couldn't hold your pee."

It was my fault, actually. If I hadn't slipped a diuretic into Lina's coffee, none of this would have happened.

Of course I couldn't just admit that. Aphrodisiacs were fun in their own right, but diuretics had a charm all their own. I'd learned something new today. And I was enjoying every second of this.

"Ugh! It's your fault no matter how you spin it! You take your cock out too! Fair's fair!"

Lina had probably said it thinking she'd throw me off. I was grateful. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I did exactly as she asked and yanked my pants down in one motion. I could enter a clothes-stripping championship and take the gold — I was that fast, that efficient.

Lina whipped her gaze away and clapped both palms over her face. Of course, she had her eyes cracked open between her fingers, so she got a perfectly good look at what I was packing.

And as it happened, I was standing at full, vigorous attention. My cock had been rearing its head ever since I'd scrubbed her pussy clean. I made no move to cover it.

"There. Fair now, right? I properly took my cock out too."

My voice couldn't have been more unashamed. Anyone who thought I'd get bashful stripping in front of a woman was sorely mistaken.

"Ugh! You actually did it just because I told you to!?"

"Give me a break. I can't tell what tune you want me to dance to. You asked me to show you. So take a proper look."

I thrust my thick cock toward Lina. The bathroom's characteristic musty smell mingled strangely with the scent of it. Not a pleasant odor, exactly — but there was something in it that stirred the blood.

Lina flicked her eyes toward my cock as if she'd been bewitched. I simply took her face in my hands and turned it toward me. She didn't resist. Not with her body, at least.

"W-what are you doing."

"So you can't go changing your story later. I stripped too. Fair and square."

"Ugh…"

Lina could only whimper. She couldn't pull her gaze off my cock. Curiosity, most likely. By my estimate, Lina was a complete virgin — a pure girl with zero practical knowledge of sex. To a girl like that, a male's thick cock would be a strange and unknown object.

Sure, she might have watched porn on the internet or wherever. But the real thing and a video were worlds apart. The same way a woman's pussy on a screen and a woman's pussy in the flesh were as different as heaven and earth.

"You can touch it if you want. I touched your pussy, after all."

"Nn… what's that supposed to mean. But this… how do I put it. It kind of looks like a mushroom."

I'd come on so brazenly that Lina dropped the wide-eyed virgin act she'd been putting on at the start. People who share a secret develop a close bond. Drawn in by that bond, Lina did something she never would have done under ordinary circumstances. I led her along with enthusiasm.

"The glans on this end does look a bit like a mushroom. Shaped like the cap, right? Go on, touch it. It's really soft."

"Really… I can touch it?"

Lina didn't even wait for my answer. She stretched out a finger and brushed the tip of the glans. It was a gentle, tender touch — the kind you'd use to soothe a growling stray cat. My glans nodded in greeting in reply.

"Wah! It moved!"

"A man's cock can move. Unlike a woman's pussy. How does the glans feel?"

"How do I put it… like a sponge, maybe? It looks incredibly vicious, but the texture is actually kind of cute."

"Vicious? My little guy here is well-behaved. He doesn't bite."

Lina let out a small snicker. I had a feeling I might even be able to go further from here — to claim Lina's pussy entirely, right here and now.

Suddenly, Darkness Radar picked up a human presence. I pulled Lina onto my lap and clamped my left hand over her mouth. The result was my cock poking up lewdly between her thighs.

Lina tipped her face up toward me, her eyes asking what the hell I thought I was doing. But the moment the bathroom door creaked open, she went still and held her breath.

"Aigoo~ you couldn't even wait that long? Seriously! I told you we should go to a motel."

"Heheh. Don't act like you're not into it. If we did it at a motel, you wouldn't get even half as wet as you do doing it here."

"That's because I get nervous, okay?"

A man and a woman's voices, and the sound of a stall door opening at the far end of the row. Lina and I locked eyes. Her heartbeat seemed to have kicked into a much faster rhythm than usual.

"Honestly~ what if someone walks in?"

"Nobody's walking in, that's why we're doing it here. We've never gotten caught even once."

"Hnnngh~ just finish it quick, then."

"We've only got one condom anyway. Let's take the motel money and hit a cocktail bar instead. How about it? You're down, right?"

"Hnnn~ fine."

We could only hear them — and that made it even more arousing. Credit the imagination. The absence of anything to look at let me picture the couple performing their secret act in this very place all the more vividly. And Lina was no different.

"Hooo…"

Lina let out a faint breath. It was a sticky exhalation, thick with sensuality. I knew it the moment I heard that sound.

Lina's in heat.

People like to say humans are in heat three hundred and sixty-five days a year, but a real heat is something else entirely. I rubbed a finger against the entrance of Lina's pussy. The sudden jolt nearly wrung a loud moan out of her, but my hand was sealed over her mouth, so not a sound escaped.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Lina glared at me with axe-blade eyes and swatted at my arm. For a Dungeon Hunter, the hits were pathetically ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠weak — she wasn't putting any force into them at all.

I lifted the index finger I'd been rubbing against her. A glittering thread stretched between my fingertip and Lina's pussy. Her love juices, thick and clinging. Lina froze at the sight of it, as if she'd seen a ghost. I leaned in and whispered sweetly against her ear.

"You're in heat. Your juices are sticky. This is a viscosity I don't even get from Sujin or Yeonji."

Lina's ear trembled. She looked like a puppy who'd been caught doing something wrong. She spoke in a tiny voice meant for me alone.

"If Sujin unni or Yeonji unni found out, they'd be heartbroken. Please stop."

"A little late for that, don't you think? We've already shown each other our pussy and cock and felt each other up. At this point we've basically had sex."

"Th-that was just… I got swept up in the mood…"

"Haaah! Hah! Haaah! Don't thrust so hard! The sound's going to leak out!"

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The stall next door erupted into a grand, rhythmic pounding. Lina's expression went rigid, and she shut her own mouth.

"Don't worry! There's nobody around!"

That sex-crazed couple hadn't the faintest idea there were already occupants in the bathroom. All the better, honestly. Same as with the two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠women before — they were laying the table for me. If I ran into them by chance later, I figured I ought to buy them something tasty.

"Lina. Those two. What position do you think he's railing her in?"

"What!? Why would you suddenly…"

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out in a bright, even rhythm. I could roughly predict the position from the sound alone. I hadn't trained my ear enough to claim a hundred percent accuracy, of course.

"Listen close. This heavy thudding. If he were going at her missionary, the sound would usually be shallower than this. Not so much a thud as a wet slap, if that makes sense? Well, it varies from person to person, but still. A rough sound like this means the one doing the thrusting is in a stance where he can put his weight into it easily."

"…… I don't want to know."

Her voice very much wanted to know.

"Doggy style, or maybe a mating press with the guy on top. Also called the breeding press."

"That's vulgar…"

"Sex is fun precisely because it's vulgar and obscene. Anyway, pulling off a breeding press in a bathroom stall would be tough, so it's probably doggy. The girl's climbed up with her ass stuck out over the toilet, and he's railing her from behind. The toilet gives you a height ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠assist, so it's an incredibly comfortable position for a bathroom. I'm sure of it. It's doggy. I'll bet on it if you want."

"I have no interest in making that kind of bet."

The pounding grew fainter.

"Nngh…! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

"W-wait! I-I haven't finished yet!"

"Sorry! Aaagh!"

One last heavy thud, and the rhythmic pounding vanished completely. All that remained was the man and woman's conversation.

"Nngh… that was the best."

"What the hell!? You already tapped out? You're such a premature ejaculator. Go work out or something."

"They say finishing fast beats not finishing at all. Outdoors, the orgasm just hits too quick. I think I could go again if I rested a bit… but we've only got the one condom."

"Hmph! Forget it. The mood's gone. Let's just go eat."

"Yeah."

And with that, the couple left the bathroom. Lina stayed curled in my arms, holding her breath, until they were completely gone. Only when she heard the bathroom door swing shut did she let out a small sigh and turn her eyes back to me.

"Hoo… they're gone."

"Yeah. But it didn't sound like the girl got there."

"Didn't get there. Now that you mention it, she did say something like that. What does that mean?"

"It means she didn't climax. The whole point of sex is to feel that climax, and that guy's technique seems pretty lacking. He barely lasted three minutes, too. Keep that up and his girlfriend's going to start hating him."

I casually tore into a man whose face I'd never even seen. In my book, a man ought to be able to have sex for at least thirty minutes. That was the Maginot Line. As I was now, I could go for three hours. Though against milking machines like Sujin or Yeonji, it would be a bit of a struggle.

"Climax…"

Lina rolled the word around in her mouth as if she'd been hypnotized. I took both her arms firmly in my hands.

"Curious what a climax is?"

"Ah… no. Not really… wait, could you take your hands off me?"

"Come on. A little late for that."

"What do you mean, a little late— nn! Don't touch me there! It's weirdly sensitive right now!"

You could have made soup with the juices flowing from her pussy. Listening to that stranger couple's live sex show had gotten her plenty worked up.

"If you put your panties back on like this, it'll look like you wet yourself all over again, you know? Look at this. It's worse than the pee. It's a swimming pool down here."

I showed her my hand, slick and glistening with her juices. Lina recoiled in horror.

"This is suddenly so weird! Why is it getting this wet…"

"That's your pussy sending a signal that it wants to climax. Don't worry. I'm a complete expert at this sort of thing. I'll get you there with just my fingers."

I tormented the entrance of Lina's pussy with my thumb and middle finger. Her thin, high-pitched moans filled the bathroom.