Please, Just Stop
Please, stop.
Pop.
Pop.
Po—op.
Trembling hands. After the barest hesitation—less than even a second—the final button slipped its thread.
Slip—.
And just like that, the shirt clinging to Sera's body dropped, lifeless, to the floor.
"Haah…"
Then Sera turned slightly at the waist, let out a small, shuddering breath—
Ziiip.
—dragged the zipper down at her hip, and slid her skirt off at last.
The last stitch of clothing that had been hiding her body.
"Quite the fine underwear you came dressed in."
"……"
"Almost as if you'd wanted to show it off to me."
[▦▦ is insufficient.]
[Skill Spatial Contemplation (B) has entered minimum-consumption mode.]
The voice rang through my skull once more, but I had no room left in me to care about any of that.
At the same instant, my vision narrowed, and everything around Sera bled away into black.
All that remained before my eyes was the woman I loved—Sera, left in nothing but a lewd black lace set, her face burning red in front of another man.
A sight even I, her own boyfriend, had never once seen.
A sight she should never, ever have shown to anyone who wasn't me.
"Hoo…"
Her wavering eyes, with nowhere left to flee, fixed on the innocent floor like a criminal's. Having stripped herself bare, she crossed both arms over her chest—whatever shred of shame remained to her. And for some reason, the soft expanse of her lower belly, right over her womb, was flushed a deep pink.
A thread-thin strap barely perched across her hips, so fragile it looked like one careless touch would snap it.
And Sera simply stood there in place.
As if waiting for the Association President's next command.
"Your body is already burning up, and you haven't a clue what to do about it, hm."
"……"
At the President's frost-cold voice, my gaze sank downward on its own—like a serpent coiling around Sera's frame, crawling over every inch of her, sinking ever lower. At last, my eyes came to rest between her thick, pressed-together thighs.
Squish❤︎.
From where the black fabric barely veiled her folds, a clear fluid squeezed out, staining that black center darker still.
"…Sweat."
Against the dark backdrop, Sera's mouth and body gave off a sultry steam, and a single damp strand of hair clung to the middle of her flushed cheek.
Which meant Sera was suffering from the heat of the room right now.
No—it had to mean that.
What Sera was shedding, right now, had to be sweat.
"No denial, hm. Well, why would you. You are, after all, brazenly letting that dirty pussy-juice dribble all over my space."
…No.
Don't you dare run that filthy mouth of yours.
I don't know what circumstances have forced Sera to stand there looking like that in front of you, but my girlfriend is not that kind of woman.
The only man Sera loves is me.
And naturally, that hunger of hers answers to me and me alone.
"……I'm sorry…. Please forgive my rudeness…."
…That's not the answer. That isn't the answer at all.
Why are you saying it like that?
Now that bastard is going to get the wrong idea—
—that you're a woman who gets worked up from baring herself to some worthless piece of shit like him.
"You're not thinking of soiling my floor, are you."
"O-of course not…."
"Before that repulsive fluid of yours drips down, gather it with your hand and carry it to your mouth. It is only right that you handle the mess you have made."
"Ah……"
Her pupils blew wide. A short, strangled gasp.
Then Sera swallowed hard down her slender throat, and drew her arms away from her chest.
"No…. No—!!!"
The scream I'd been biting back finally tore out of me.
Inside the restroom stall of my office building.
How far my voice would carry—there was no room in me to worry about that.
Swish.
But in a place my voice could never reach—in that hidden space, dozens of floors above me—Sera's hand kept sliding, lower and lower, toward her own body.
"Don't do it—!!! Don't do what that bastard tells you—!!!"
Whoosh, whoosh!
My limbs swung wildly, slicing through empty air. My fist should have struck the stall door. I should have kicked myself up off this floor. But my body only floundered in place, as if it had been stranded in some world outside reality.
S—wish.
And through it all, Sera's movements never stopped. A waist bent gently forward—and then, at last, her slender fingers pressed firmly into the soft middle of her thigh and climbed up toward that place above.
The fluid, too much for her thin finger to hold, overflowed in a sticky smear, and the plump swell of her thigh began drinking it back in.
Squelch.
The sound of soaked fabric being pressed down, wrung until it gave up everything it had taken in.
Squee—ze, squeeze.
The tip of Sera's middle finger rubbed across the crotch of her panties, and beneath that pressure, the twin curves of her outer lips pressed into sharp, unmistakable relief.
"Mmh…❤︎"
With that sneeze of a moan, her hand drew away from her body once more—
"Aah…"
—and rose toward Sera's small, parted mouth, toward glistening crimson lips with a thread of saliva stretching between them.
"Please…! Stop—!!! Stop it, Yoo Sera—!!!"
No matter how raw my throat went, my scream never reached her.
Don't do what that bastard tells you. Don't stand there like that in front of him.
But that desolate little wish went utterly, hopelessly unheard.
Hap.
Sera's mouth closed around her soaked fingers.
"Fuck…!"
I couldn't watch another second—I clamped my eyes shut.
Slurrrp, slurrrp…
But my vision stayed pinned, vivid as ever, and the sounds ringing in my ears were cruel in their clarity.
Slurp, tk, slurp.
Before long, the empty stall filled with a sound like an infant nursing at its mother's breast—
the sound of Sera sucking on her own fingers. Now her lips clamped down hard around them; now her tongue wound and coiled between them.
"That obedience of yours still earns a passing grade. Come closer. Beneath my feet—crawl."
"Phah…. Yeees…."
Before his words had even finished falling, Sera was sinking to her knees.
Her heavy breasts swaying loose beneath her. Her rear wriggling atop a waist bowed deep.
"Hnnngh…"
On all fours like a beast, Sera began to crawl toward the Association President—seated with his legs spread wide.
"That's right."
Her slow crawl came to a halt, and the President's enormous shadow draped itself over every inch of her kneeling body.
Swish.
As if it were a rehearsed step in some predetermined ritual, Sera brought both hands smoothly up behind her back.
"You fucking—!!! Please! Please stop…!"
This much was enough. It should have been enough.
There was no need to strip off the rest. Not the underwear too.
Please.
I don't know what reason is making you do this, but if you stop right here, I won't ask you a single thing.
I mean it.
So just—up to there.
I swear I won't hold it against you. Not even a little…
"No. That, I shall tear off for you—with my own hands."
"……Yes… I understand…."
Click.
The hand that had been toying with her bra hook dropped instead onto her thigh—caked with arousal dried in thick, crusty streaks.
And then, slowly, the President's frame leaned down toward Sera. His brutish hands—so massive they verged on violent—reached for her.
And without a whisper of resistance, Sera let her eyes drift shut.
"You fucking bastard…! I'll kill you…! I'll kill you—!!!"
Snap!
"I'll kill……"
In an instant, with a searing burst of light, the scene before my eyes snapped back where it belonged.
I was no longer in that bastard's penthouse. I was huddled inside a shabby toilet stall.
[▦▦ has been fully depleted.]
[Skill Spatial Contemplation (B) has been deactivated.]
"What…?"
What even is that censored-out stat? What could possibly have "run dry"—enough to cut my skill dead like that?
"You said it was S-rank…! You called it an S-rank awakening, you fucking bastards—!!!"
BANG-BANG-BANG!
I kicked like a madman, and all the innocent stall door did was rattle in its frame.
"Fuck! Fuuuuck—!!!"
I snatched up the toilet roll and hurled it, clawed at my own hair, stomped the blameless toilet into the floor again and again—
"Hah, hah…"
Nothing changed.
When the rampage finally burned itself out, all that remained was me—pathetic, drenched head to toe in my own sweat.
Just as I reached to shove open the half-off-its-hinges door, hoping a faceful of cold water might drown something out—
Vrrrm.
On the screen of the phone I'd fished from my pocket, Sera's message—sent only moments ago—bloomed into view.
Utterly ordinary, like the texts we used to trade.
As if nothing in the world had happened.
"……"
How? How, already?
It hadn't even been five minutes since I watched what I'd watched.
Which left exactly two possibilities.
Whatever had happened in between, either Sera had made it safely out of the President's penthouse—
—or she was on top of that bastard right now, rolling her hips, lying to me even as she typed.
I froze.
My trembling thumb stalled just above the green call button.
I needed to call her this second, needed to know she was all right—and yet, somehow, I was terrified to dial.
Afraid she wouldn't pick up.
No.
Afraid that after a few short rings, I'd hear the creak of a bed and Sera's ragged breathing spill through the speaker.
Afraid she'd flatten her moans and keep the conversation going, acting like everything was fine.
Creeeak.
In the end, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and walked out of the restroom.
Like a coward.
Like a defeated man—again.
"Hey, everybody start wrapping up for the day. Yo. Tomorrow, do it tomorrow! You think babysitting that for a few extra minutes is gonna raise your salary?"
I couldn't have told you how the day had slipped past.
With a face gone blank and hollow, I'd simply ground through the work dumped on me, like a machine.
And on my phone, sitting on the desk I could barely focus on—
"Hah."
It made me sick.
The way she carried on, as if trying to confirm my love for her. That counterfeit act of obsession—clinging, cooing, smothering me.
Barely a few hours ago, with these two eyes, I had watched her bare herself down to her underwear in front of another man—leak her arousal, stroke it up with her own hand and suck it clean, then crawl on all fours toward the space between his legs.
And a woman capable of exactly that was now pretending none of it had ever happened. The whiplash was so grotesquely revolting that bile kept seeping up my throat.
Just as I was reaching to wipe every one of those goddamn pop-ups off my screen—
Yet another message from Sera.
My home.
A selfie of her, sitting on the bed in my own bedroom.