Rumi and the Calming Pill

I had no choice but to bring her to a motel. I really, truly had no other option. There wasn't even one percent of selfish motive in this. It's not like I could take her back to the dorms anyway.

If I carried Rumi into my room at this hour, someone would definitely see us — and I didn't even want to imagine what would explode across Everyday tomorrow. I'd be lucky if I didn't get expelled.

I laid the girl I'd been carrying down on the bed. She wasn't heavy, but her body was so soft that I'd had to recite the national anthem under my breath the entire way here just to keep my head on straight.

We'd walked quite a ways, and I was sweaty. Might as well take a shower.

As I stripped down and stood under the water, every thought under the sun ran through my head.

What if I walk out after this and Rumi's awake, threatening to sue me?

If she were a real woman, maybe. But there was no way an eroge heroine would pull something like that. Heroines had open minds, after all. Open minds exclusively for the protagonist, of course.

What if she wakes up and tries to jump me?

None of these idle thoughts were actually going to happen. I'd just set an alarm for tomorrow morning, go to sleep, and deal with it when we woke up.

I stepped out of the bathroom, vigorously towel-drying my hair, fully expecting Rumi to still be asleep. Instead, she was writhing on the bed, twisting her body from side to side.

"Ah— sorry. I thought you were still asleep."

"Nnh…"

Something was wrong with her. She kept squirming, a low moan leaking from her throat.

"Hhk…… mmph…!"

"Rumi! Are you okay?"

The shower had taken fifteen minutes at most. What the hell could have happened in that little time? Had she suddenly gone into some kind of fit?

I glanced around the room and spotted the bottle of calming pills lying on the floor.

"Why is this…?"

"Ah… ahh… nn…"

Rumi was making lewd little sounds and rubbing her thighs together. Combined with my bottle of calming pills scattered across the floor, the picture came together fast enough.

Still drunk, she'd tried to take one of my calming pills — and swallowed an aphrodisiac that looked just like one instead. They were similar enough at a glance, though you could tell them apart if you actually looked. A wasted Rumi wouldn't have had the presence of mind for that.

"Mmph… haah…"

Her voice was growing thicker, wetter, more syrupy by the second. Rubbing her thighs together wasn't enough anymore. Her right hand drifted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠steadily closer to the space between her legs. Then she planted one knee, hiked the other leg up at an uneven angle, and started stroking herself through her stockings.

"Ah… aaaahn… hhkkuuuh!!"

It wasn't long before her hand stilled. The eyes that had been squeezed shut fluttered open — and met mine.

The shyness and timidness that defined her were nowhere to be found. Her gaze was steeped in raw, dripping lust.

"Hoyeon… m-my body feels so strange… please help me…"

God, she was adorable.

She'd asked. That was consent enough. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I climbed over her and looked her in the eye. There wasn't a trace of refusal in her gaze. I took hold of her head and pressed my mouth to hers.

"Mmph…! Nnh, nn…"

She stiffened for a second, startled — then her tongue tangled with mine. She was passive at first, but the longer the kiss went on, the hungrier she became. She sucked on my lips like a baby bird begging to be fed. It was her first kiss, and that raw, unpracticed sweetness only wound me up tighter.

I kept kissing her as I peeled her clothes away. The moment I eased the dress off her shoulders, the breasts hidden underneath spilled free with a heavy sway. I undid the front clasp of her bra and slid my hand inside.

They were more than a handful — well past C or D-cup territory, not that I was any kind of expert. Her nipples were already standing stiff, waiting for a man's touch. I pinched one between my fingers and rolled it, then broke the kiss and took her breast into my mouth, circling the nipple with my tongue and sealing my lips around the areola.

"Hhkkuuuuuhhh!!"

Rumi couldn't take the stimulation. Both hands flew up and pulled my face into her chest. The press of those full, heavy breasts made it hard to breathe, but the softness was impossible to pull away from.

I never stopped working her with my tongue as my free hand stripped the stockings down her legs. She'd been grinding her thighs together for so long that the fabric was soaked through, steeped in a thick, filthy scent.

I shed the rest of my own clothes and took her in.

I swallowed.

Rumi's eyes were locked on my cock and would not look away. I was an eroge protagonist, after all — I was hung like something out of a porn video.

"Nnh."

Her face drifted closer and closer, hovering just shy of taking me into her mouth — and that was when I reached down first and laid my fingers against her pussy.

She was completely bare, not a single hair. It didn't look shaved so much as a body that had never grown any to begin with.

Her pink folds were on full display, so soaked that the mere press of a fingertip sent a wet, obscene squelch echoing through the room. Her moans climbed with every stroke.

"Aahh, haaaaahn!"

The rough texture of a man's fingers must have startled her. She clamped both hands around my forearm and wouldn't let go. It felt good — like a helpless little animal clinging to me for dear life.

"Aahn! W-wait, wait a second. Ahhnn!"

I tormented her clit with my fingers, then pushed my middle and ring fingers into her hole. She was a virgin, and she was tight — almost painfully so. Every thrust of my fingers sent a fresh trickle of her juices running onto the sheets, her whole body twitching with each stroke. Her pussy clenched down hard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠around my fingers and shuddered.

Rumi let out a burning sigh and looked up at me. Her eyes said it plainly. It's still not enough.

"Spread your legs more."

She obeyed without a hint of resistance, parting her thighs wide. The space between them was so wet it had already soaked a dark patch into the bedspread.

I swung around into a sixty-nine over her and slowly lowered my face. A thick, filthy scent rolled up to meet me, and my cock hardened even further. I eased my tongue out and dragged it over her clit.

"Haaah… aaaaahn!"

The stimulation must have been too much. Rumi bucked and thrashed. I locked both arms around her thighs, her plump, yielding flesh filling my hands on either side of my face, and pinned her shoulders down with my legs so she couldn't squirm away.

I sucked her clit between my lips, gave it the lightest bite, then flicked it with the tip of my tongue as fast as I could.

"Nnnnaaahn! Please, please stop…!"

She thrashed and kicked, but there was no world in which that small body overpowered a grown man. I only pressed down harder and kept going.

"Haaaaahn!"

The struggling went out of her all at once. Her body went slack — but her hips were still up off the mattress in a trembling bridge, convulsing in midair as if they hadn't had nearly enough.

"Haaah… more, please do it more…"

Watching her dripping pussy rock up and down in the air, love juices falling from it in fat drops, I was getting close to my own limit.

I seized her thighs again, pressed my tongue back against her, and rubbed hard and fast over her tightly closed inner lips.

"Aauuungh!"

I pushed my tongue into her entrance and thrust. Rumi came undone all over again, a fresh gush of wetness spilling out of her. Her hips shook violently as both hands shoved down on the back of my head, holding me there.

I could feel she'd been wound up more than enough. I pulled my tongue away.

"H-Hoyeon. Don't stooop…"

She stared up at me, dazed and aching at the sudden loss of contact.

"Suck me too."

Still straddling her face, I spread my knees and dropped my hips. My cock settled against her lips. Even that soft touch alone felt incredible. I went back to sucking her clit and rubbed myself across her face — over her cheek, her nose, her mouth — smearing pre-cum wherever I touched.

Her lips parted, and she took me in.

"Kh."

The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of two people devouring each other. The sheer fact of it — sucking on each other at the same time — drove the heat even higher.

The conquest of having my cock in her mouth felt good. The technique did not. It was her first blowjob, and it showed. She worked her lips around me in clumsy little motions. The hole was warm and wet and pleasant, but it wasn't nearly enough to get me off.

Not enough…

"Haahn… slurp… suck… nngh!"

I started thrusting into her mouth.

"Mmph! Nnnmph! Khk… hhk… hhah."

I rolled my hips in a slow, steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her. Her mouth wrapped around me in a tight, wet heat. She was small and I was not — even a modest push had me bumping her uvula and sinking into her throat. And every time my tongue on her pussy wrung a moan out of her, her throat opened, and I sank that much deeper.

"Nnnnnmmph!"

She started sending the signals of a girl about to come. I matched her, speeding up, chasing my own release.

"Nnnmph. Khk, khk. Ghk."

The rasp of her tongue, the soft knock of her uvula against the head of my cock — it made my vision swim. The climax was right there. I worked my tongue faster, determined to finish with her.

"Haauuuhn! Nngh."

I couldn't hold it. I came in her mouth. Rumi sucked me like a cat in heat, swallowing every pulse as it hit her tongue.

Her pussy gushed, flooding the sheets until a small pool gathered beneath her hips. Her hole and her inner lips clenched, released, then fluttered through a long, trembling aftershock.

I pulled my softening cock from her lips.

"Uwaaah…"

Rumi let me slip free, gulped for air — and then the stacked orgasms caught up with her all at once. She passed out cold.

"Hoo…"

Post-nut clarity hit me like a truck. My mind snapped into focus.

"Oh, fuck."

I was so fucked. I'd actually gone and done it.

No. Calm down. The water was already spilled.

I took a pack of wet wipes and cleaned her off, every inch of her. Wiping down ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those enormous breasts sent a fresh twitch through my groin, but I crushed the urge as hard as I could and kept going until she was spotless. I dressed her again as neatly as I could manage, then pulled on the street clothes I'd arrived in.

I considered just running. I turned the thought over from every angle, and every angle ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠said it was the worst possible move.

There was one thing you were supposed to trust in a situation like this: the protagonist buff. Running would only make it worse. I had to stay and face it. If I told her we'd both passed out drunk, she'd probably buy it. Technically, she'd been the one who came onto me.

If she'd been a real-world woman, she might have pulled a honey-trap and shaken me down for everything I had. I had no choice but to believe an eroge heroine wouldn't do that.

Morning classes started at nine-thirty. It was one in the morning. A cab from here to the academy wouldn't even take thirty minutes.

Stick to the original plan. Wake up in the morning and figure it out from there. I was too exhausted to think.

I set a generous eight o'clock alarm on my smartwatch and collapsed into bed like I'd been unplugged.

The shrill cry of the alarm dragged me out of sleep.

"Nngh…"

It had been a long time since I'd had a hangover. I'd only had one bottle, and my skull still felt like it was splitting open. Lee Ho-yeon was a lightweight.

"Nnngh…"

I glanced sideways. Rumi had heard the alarm too. She was sitting up, clutching her head.

Play it as casual as possible. The plan was simple: I don't remember a thing.

"Rumi, you awake?"

"Nngh, yes… w-waaaait? Why, why is Hoyeon next to me? E-eh? Where are we?"

Oh. Judging by that reaction, I wouldn't even need the plan.

"No idea. Do you remember anything?"

"I remember us toasting like crazy last night… but after that, it's all blank…"

"Y-yeah. I can't really remember either. We're both fully dressed, so we probably just passed out on the bed."

"That must be it, right? Ah— it's already eight! We have to get back to the dorms and get ready…!"

"Yeah. Let's just go."

I was safe. Thank god Rumi was a complete virgin and a total introvert. If she'd had even a scrap of knowledge about this kind of thing, there was no way she would have bought it that easily.

We caught a cab toward the academy. Coming out of the motel strip, the driver's eyes swept over the two of us in a way that made my skin crawl, but I did my best to ignore it.

Once we arrived, we split up for the walk to the dorms, painfully aware of every glance that might come our way.

"Holy shit. That was way too close."

The tension didn't drain out of my shoulders until I was inside my own room with the door shut.

Seriously, why didn't Clear Mind activate at a time like this? It only ever kicked in when I was picking a fight I didn't need. It should have fired last night. Was that just how eroge protagonists worked?

I was still turning that useless thought over when a string of system windows cascaded into view in front of my eyes.

That much was the usual fare. Nothing to worry about.

Huh?