Faster Than I Expected
Faster than I expected...?
At my virgin adjutant's utterly filthy offer of sexual relief, I went rock-hard in an instant.
But I figure that was beyond my control. I'd already been thinking she had a quietly sexy body — and then she shows up smelling of fresh, untouched virgin and offers to help me out? If I didn't get hard, I'd be a eunuch.
Still. Getting fully erect was one thing. Actually accepting the help was another.
Come on, be honest. Asking a former subordinate to handle your sexual needs? That was absurd by any reasonable standard. Whether I was a shop owner or a commander, it made no difference.
If anything, I wanted to ask Irina: what kind of adjutant offers her commander's—
…Alright, claiming there were no precedents would be a little disingenuous.
It wasn't even limited to adjutants and commanders. Superior officers forcing this sort of thing on their subordinates… it happened from time to time. I'd seen more than a few of them fall straight into hell for it.
It was the kind of content that never came up when I was playing the game, so when I first learned about it in reality, it startled me enough that it became one of the things I paid real attention to.
Which is why I couldn't ask Irina for something like this. Not because I was worried she might stab me.
She was a precious connection to me. One of the few people completely unaffected by the affection-boosting items.
How could I possibly make a request like that? It might feel good in the moment, but how was I supposed to look her in the face afterward?
…Wait a second.
Irina had definitely never been affected by the affection-boosting items. So why was she making this offer? I was retired now — just an ordinary freeloader. No, a shop owner.
No matter how I turned it over, I couldn't figure out why she would want to help me like this.
Something felt off.
"Boss?"
"Uh — yeah."
"May I undo your zipper? You look terribly uncomfortable…"
"Wait — just a second."
"…Are you perhaps wondering why I would volunteer for something like this?"
As if she'd read my mind, Irina cut straight to the heart of my doubt. Keeping my mouth shut at that point was as good as admitting she was right.
She'd recognized my hesitation, so surely Irina would back off and—
I heard the zipper come down. Before I could even react, there was a heavy thud of sensation as my thick cock, previously trapped, spilled free into the open air.
My reason sounded the alarm, but my body was far too honest. Completely oblivious to the mood, it stood rigidly erect, rising high as if it had no idea how tall the sky was.
My head went blank. I barely managed to claw my wits back together.
"I-Irina. Hold on a second. This really isn't right. I can — I can take care of it myself, so—"
"Just think of it as helping me practice. Besides… it isn't a real male organ, is it?"
"What are you talking about? This is a real male organ. And practice? What is that supposed to mean?"
"…Someday I'll have to accept something like this, won't I? I thought it wouldn't hurt to get some practice in. Just like you always used to say, Boss."
"No — the practice I was talking about wasn't… this…"
The way Irina said it, she looked faintly bitter. Which suggested this wasn't a decision made under the influence of some drug. In other words, she was doing this of her own free will…
There was clearly a story here. Had her family been pressuring her to get married already? Same everywhere you go, I guess.
"Irina, if something's bothering you, I'll listen. So just— ngh— hhk!?"
"…That doesn't seem like something you should say while this is twitching up and down."
The moment I tried to keep talking, Irina tapped my cock with a fingertip. It was the lightest touch imaginable, but after so long without any stimulation, it hit me with overwhelming intensity.
Was it because a woman was touching me? I didn't know. I just… honestly, it felt incredibly good.
Through her thin gloves, Irina's body heat came through with startling clarity. She hadn't even really moved, and already a faint urge to finish was starting to rise.
"W-wait, i-it's sensitive…"
"…I only touched it with one finger."
"Y-yeah, the drug is — something feels off about it."
"If that's the case, then I really ought to help you even more, shouldn't I?"
This conversation was going nowhere, Irina.
Just as our little tussle threatened to drag on—
Ding-a-ling. The bell rang, and someone who was presumably a customer stepped inside.
My former adjutant dove under the work counter in a flash. I pressed myself tight against it to hide my erect cock. There hadn't been time to zip up.
You've got to be kidding me. Customers never came at this hour. I composed my face and looked up — and sure enough, it was a woman I'd never seen before.
I couldn't exactly tell her to get lost, so I forced on a smile and greeted her.
"…Welcome to Blackout."
"There's a café in a place like this? I was so curious I had to come in."
"Haha, is that so. Please… look around as you like."
Even while attending to the customer, my attention kept snagging on what was happening below. But I couldn't look down. I felt like I shouldn't acknowledge it — wait, hang on, something soft kept brushing against me…
"Mmph…!"
"Did you say something?"
"Ahaha — a-ah, it's nothing."
It wasn't my imagination.
The tip of my glans was pressing against something soft. The faint sensation of slender breath told me it was almost certainly Irina's face.
I-I'm going to lose my mind.
I'd just told her no, and now I was rubbing my cock against her face.
It felt so good my hips were trembling. There was no humiliation quite like this.
I-Irina, m-move — it's dirty—
Thinking that, I gestured for her to shift to the side.
Instead of moving away, Irina blew hot breath against the tip of my glans — huu, huuu. The springy give of her skin pressing against the head and then pushing back was vivid and clear.
That youthful elasticity made my cock twitch and shudder. The tip grew wet, and I felt something trickle down the shaft in thick rivulets.
No — I told you to move aside, why are you giving me more… s-stimulation…
Irina didn't stop there.
She carefully stroked the shaft with her fingertips, or tapped and poked at the flushed, swollen head — tap, tooook — like a child playing with a brand-new toy.
It wasn't aggressive, and her hand movements were awkward, but that only made it filthier, and strength flooded into my lower body.
My hips jerked and trembled. I felt like I was about to buckle backward.
My brilliant former adjutant had, at some point, gathered pre-cum in her palm, pressed it against the glans, and started rubbing it around.
Every time her glove, slick and sticky with pre-cum, slid across the head, I bit the inside of my cheek. If I let my guard down for even a second, a sound was going to escape.
"Hm? What's that smell? Something… strange seems to be in the air…"
"A-ahaha, I j-just pulled a shot with a b-bean that has a strong acidity. M-maybe the after-aroma is still hanging around…"
"Is that so? It doesn't quite smell like acidity…"
Ah, please, Irina, why are you doing this.
Her touch… honestly, it was clumsy. But that only made it hotter. It felt exactly like a real virgin jerking me off out of pure curiosity.
My head was a mess. Whether it was the sense of wrongdoing from doing something I absolutely shouldn't, or the guilt of doing it right in front of a customer, the arousal simply would not die down.
In the old days, a situation like this would have made me tense up enough to lose the erection entirely.
Maybe I'd gotten too deep into the commander role over the years. After everything I'd been through, something this small wasn't enough to shake me.
I just clenched every muscle I had and held back the rising urge to finish.
I don't know if "fortunate" is the right word, but the customer really did seem to have come just to look around, and she delivered the classic line:
"Well, I'll come back another time. Take care."
"Yes… please, watch your step on the way out."
Normally I would have grumbled about people who never buy anything, but right now all I felt was relief. Finally, I was getting out of this situation.
But maybe that relief was the problem. Along with the sense of release, the tension loosened just a fraction — and the climax I'd been holding back came surging all at once.
Ah. This — I c-can't stop it.
I don't know the mechanics of it, but something seemed to bubble and boil near the root, and then I felt it traveling up the shaft in thick, rolling pulses.
In the space of a single blink, whatever had been climbing the shaft fired out through the tip of the glans — byuu, byuuu — in a sensation so sharp it was unmistakable.
"Kyah!?"
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Tasting an orgasm for the first time in ages, I gripped the work counter with my jaw trembling.
It kept coming. And coming.
"U-uah… ngh…"
"Eut — this is — ah."
When the long ejaculation — three years and six months in the making — finally ended, the limp exhaustion was considerable.
Then I realized where I'd finished, and a chill ran down my spine.
No — I t-told you to stop.
I hurriedly looked under the work counter… and found a sight straight out of some old dirty comic or video.
Irina was topped with pale, cloudy white. Her hair, her face, even her form-fitting suit.
It was smeared on thick, as if I'd marked her. My cock, still not fully soft, twitched and sent another wave of lewd pleasure through my skull.
Then my eyes met Irina's. As if nothing had happened, she pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the mess from her face, and said quietly:
"…You're a bit faster than I expected?"
That stung my pride a little. Hey, it's because I hadn't done this in forever, okay? Three years of buildup will do that.
"It's because it's been a long time."
"Is that so? I don't really know what the average is…"
"…Nngh, whatever. More importantly — didn't you see my signal? I told you to back off. Why on earth… did you do that?"
I slowly stepped back as I asked her. I tried to put my cock away, but it wouldn't cooperate. Looking at Irina covered in me had gotten me hard all over again.
These pants clung too tight, which only made it worse. I should have worn something looser. I was starting to think a long skirt would have been better.
…No. That wasn't the important part right now.
I looked at Irina with accusation in my eyes. She seemed a little embarrassed herself, glancing aside as she continued.
"…You're the one who rubbed it against my face first, Boss."
"Th-that was unavoidable…"
"Well… I suppose I'm all married off now."
W-wait just a second, Irina, what are you saying — I've got some savings put away, so supporting one person like Irina should be doable, but is this right, something about this feels off…
While my confused brain spun at full speed, a muffled snicker floated up from under the work counter.
"Pfft… I'm sorry to laugh when you're being so serious, but something this minor wouldn't stop anyone from getting married. Not in this day and age."
"…That was a terrible joke."
"Was it? I… rather enjoyed it, myself. Incidentally… might I borrow your bathroom? This is all rather sticky."
"Ah — yeah. If you go up that way, you'll reach the living space. I'll give you the key, so use it as much as you want."
"And… would it be alright if I borrowed a change of clothes?"
"I don't know if I'll have anything in your size, but go ahead."
"…Thank you."
With that, Irina took the key and went upstairs — into what was essentially my home.
"Haa…"
Even after sending her up, my erect cock refused to settle. Apparently once wasn't enough.
Not that I can exactly do anything about it here.
…Though saying that after already finishing all over the place felt a little rich.
Come to think of it — had Irina always been this kind of person?
Ugh, I don't know.
I closed the shop for now. There were never any customers to begin with, but right now I was in no state to receive any.
Then I cleaned up the remaining traces. As I worked, the stimulation faded, and the cock that had been standing so proudly calmed down somewhat on its own.
Even soft, it still felt considerably heavy.
Looking at it, the events of a few minutes ago rose unbidden in my mind.
"How did things end up like this."
All I'd wanted was to see my partner again.
After fretting for a while, I opened the box Luna had left behind. There was still plenty of the drug left.
…Did I really ask her to get this much?
In any case, it wasn't something to leave sitting out here, so I picked up the box and started walking.
I'd closed the shop, so there was no reason to stay.
What face was I supposed to show Irina? The thought was daunting — and yet, somewhere underneath, a little exciting.
Maybe I'd get to hear news about the other squad members from her.
I wonder if everyone's doing alright.
Kids… I've suddenly gotten so tired.