Nipple Pinpointing Game
"Acturus, I'm here."
She stood there silently, palms pressed against both her breasts, but yanked her hands away the moment she saw me enter.
Probably trying to calm her nipples down. Warming them gently when they're erect makes them settle quick enough.
"What were you doing?"
I'd seen it all plain as day, but I asked again in a sly, probing tone anyway. There's a certain thrill in making a woman say embarrassing shit out loud herself.
"Mind your own business. It's none of your fucking concern."
She averted her gaze and crossed her arms. I wondered if the CCTV caught that fake-nonchalant blush of hers perfectly. A keeper for life.
"So, what game did you wanna play with me?"
Acturus lifted her chin with a smug look, like she'd crush a worm like me in seconds.
I couldn't go full throttle here and demand something extreme right off the bat.
This was the final day of our seven-day deal. I needed her body and mind fully open to me by the end.
Only then would the grand ritual succeed.
So the first game we played "by mutual agreement" had to feel like nothing more than naughty fun. I'd ramp up the intensity gradually from there—less resistance that way.
"The game we're gonna play is..."
Acturus stared at me intently.
"Nipple pinpointing."
"...What?"
"Pinpoint her nipples with your finger in one go for a win. Deviate even a millimeter from the bust points, and it's a loss."
She recoiled half a step, face twisting in utter disgust at my perversion. But then she steeled herself and stepped forward again. She was game.
Oh...?
Did my plan work? Even so, this was unexpected.
Truth be told, I hadn't expected her to accept a pervert game like this outright.
I'd prepped sweet-talk to coax her, framing it as just a bit of lewd play. Her snapping yes so fast felt almost anticlimactic.
I'd been ready to persuade her however it took, since maxing out her sensitivity was the goal... but she agreed clean and simple. No sweat.
Why?
Just desperate to get out of here ASAP? Fair enough.
"Do it."
"Great. But I'll use this instead of my finger."
She quirked a brow at the slender pink stick, like what fresh hell is this tool? but didn't complain.
If anything, she seemed relieved it wasn't my fingers touching her directly.
"You can go first."
She clearly hated touching my body, but she did it anyway.
"Ohhh...!"
If Acturus touched me, I could probably cum buckets from nipples alone.
"Nailing it in one try? Impressive!"
"...Obviously. I've treated countless wounds on bodies during healing sessions. Using my sharp eyes on this pathetic trash game is an insult in itself..."
"Yeah, yeah. My turn then. Ready?"
Squish~♡
"Hik!?"
Like I said before, her nipples were rock-hard. Probably the cold. That nun outfit was paper-thin—no insulation or warmth to speak of. Like the clubbing outfits those new-city sluts wear.
Missing stiff nipples from the chill would be weirder.
Acturus jolted back, face blank like she couldn't process what just hit her.
She'd calmed them earlier, but they'd perked right back up.
Body cools, nipples stiffen from cold. Body heats, they harden from arousal. Feel a stimulus, and they erect whether she wants 'em to or not.
No matter what, I'd win this game hands down.
She rubbed her palms furiously over her nipples like it was nothing, then strode forward and jabbed my chest.
But her breathing was ragged, her panic obvious—her poke veered off a bit.
"Aw, too bad."
I glanced at her breasts. Unlike before, the nipples had softened. No problem.
Beep!
"Room's getting kinda hot, huh."
I cranked the AC, and Acturus blinked in confusion before realizing her body's reaction. Her face hardened.
"...Dirty cheat."
"Cheat how?"
"..."
"Just don't let your nipples get hard, Acturus. How's a nun gonna have zero self-control? Poppin' stiffies everywhere. In front of a guy, no less."
"Sh-shut... up! Quit yapping!!"
"Here I go~ No covering with your hands, okay?"
"Ngh."
Her face twitched in humiliation, but she didn't turn or shield her chest. Probably that deep-seated "obey the rules" wiring in her personality.
Raised in the convent since childhood, she'd been drilled relentlessly in following group rules.
Now I'll be your rule. Obey me.
Squish♡
The stick's tip nailed her erect nipple dead-on, but she just flushed—no jumping this time.
"Gh..."
Determined not to show weakness, huh.
But could she endure this?
I flicked the vibrator on while pressing firmly into her nipple.
Vrrrrm!
Hundreds of vibrations per second poured into her defenseless bud.
"Kyaa!?"
Shiver!
Acturus swatted my stick away on reflex. She frantically rubbed her nipple up and down with her palm to soothe the intense sensation.
"No covering with hands, I said! Cheating!"
"Cheating? What bullshit? You turned on that freak toy's vibration—"
"Huh~? No rule said you gotta pull your hand away the second you touch a nipple. Or that vibrations are banned."
"..."
Grind.
She just gnashed her teeth.
She was pissed at getting dragged into this ridiculous game, and now thought I was mocking her with childish nitpicking.
About time to ragequit and blow up, right?
But against my expectations, she closed her eyes, took deep breaths, and stepped up again.
"Fine, do it. Try as much as you want. I'll win. But let's end it in five rounds from now. And add one rule."
She was suggesting extra rules? Getting this proactive?
Hard to read now.
If I were her, I'd toss a bra and bide my time instead of grinding a hopeless game.
That's the Acturus I'd observed.
The Supreme 4 were magical girls who'd battled monsters more than anyone—not some pampered greenhouse flower, nun or not, clinging tooth-and-nail to her bra.
So why?
Why so desperate to bail fast?
Like she had some emergency. Or just hated my guts that much.
It pissed me off. I shot back coolly.
"What rule you wanna add."
"Blindfold us. Both of us. Five rounds blindfolded, best of five."
Really that eager to escape?
Things escalated fast after that.
Whether it was bravado or not, her claim of healing countless wounds rang true—she nailed my nipples four times blindfolded.
I only got two.
I was furious. I'd pitched this easy game out of pity for her situation, but she ignored my feelings and tried to leave me.
I hated her. Hated her.
Wanted to kill her.
Thud!
"Kk...!"
I snapped to, realizing I'd shoved Acturus down and was strangling her throat.
Shit.
"Sorry! You okay!?"
Cough, cough, cough.
"Hahk, haa, haa, you fucking... bastard... I won, let me go, keep your damn promise!!"
Like she hadn't just brushed death, she vented her rage.
It only fueled my anger more.
People get madder when others don't acknowledge their fury.
I'll make her my woman, no matter what.
Crush her down till she's begging for seed in mating press, a bitch in heat.
I'll force her to feel my love.
"Deaf? Hey! Let me—"
"Hey."
Flinch.
"What the hell are you misunderstanding?"
"Wh-what...?"
"You're kidnapped. Think this is playtime?"
I loved her, sure—but if she climbed too far over the line, I'd stomp her down. I wasn't some boundless pushover.
My cold shift made Acturus bite her lip.
"Filthy trash. Can't even keep your own promises, you coward."
"Dunno. You added rules however you liked. That pissed me off from the start. All this bitching at me? Pisses me off."
"Ha. So what? Gonna kill me? Go ahead. Come on, strangle away!!"
Acturus thrust out her neck, handprints glaring.
"You can't. You've had chances to rape or kill me plenty. Didn't. You want something from me."
Beyond annoying, this was dangerous. Time to drill in the hierarchy for good.
As I mulled her training regimen, an out-of-left-field question hit.
"You're serious, right?"
"About?"
"Wanting me."
"Obviously."
"Too bad. Won't happen. A guy like you... the worst."
Acturus smirked deliberately. So that's her play.
She'd cursed, screamed, scratched, bit before—nothing worked. So now she'd jab at my psyche instead?
This was her fight.
'Even if you swing violence, I won't bend. That's my pride.' A protest.
Falling for it and hitting her would play into her hands. Ruin the dignity of her future master and husband.
Time for training then.
"Go on, say more... cough, try me."
As our mind games dragged, her demeanor shifted oddly.
"Kgh..."
Thighs clenching inward like a bow-legged toddler. Legs quivering faintly. Face paling blue.
"Heh heh heh."
You're busting for a piss, aren't you?
Makes sense—no bathroom trips yesterday or today. Natural consequence.
"Why're you... laughing... ahk..."
Men's urethras run at least 15cm. Women's? Barely scraping 3cm. Plus, with the uterus behind the bladder, pressure hits women way harder.
"Acturus. You good? Lemme see! Hurt somewhere?"
I feigned concern, slyly pressing my palm into her lower belly like a snake over the wall.
Squish...
Her wide eyes locked on mine. Time to chip away at that lofty pride.
