The Pride-Staked Duel of the Former Command Staff
Stung by the jab of ‘You’re a premature ejaculator, lol’, Aria flared up and put a bet on the table.
For her, it was almost inevitable. She had finally reclaimed her pride—and a far more robust one at that—so how could she not rise to the bait?
…Though whether the bet could even hold water was something she hadn’t particularly considered. Perhaps her pride had simply stolen every last scrap of her intelligence.
In that situation, Irina looked at Aria with a peculiar little smile.
“Hmm. How exactly do you intend to make this bet?”
Only then did Aria pause to think, desperately racking her brain.
The average time for a man to reach ejaculation is five minutes.
Don’t ask where she saw that. Doesn’t everyone have an enormous interest in whether they’re premature or lasting? She too had been an unavoidable man back then. In her own mind, she still was.
But going with five minutes felt like pure recklessness.
As a former Commander, her metacognition was fairly sharp. So she needed a proper strategy.
I can’t think in averages. My son here was just born. He’s vulnerable to stimulation.
So maybe shave a little off that number.
Three minutes… would that work?
No—not lasting even long enough to cook a cup of ramen would be a bit much. She’d definitely get mocked as a cup-ramen girl.
Four minutes. She could hold out for that.
Having decided, Aria looked at Irina and spoke in a low voice.
“How about we set a four-minute timer, and if Irina stimulates me and I cum during that time, Irina wins; otherwise, I win?”
“Four minutes?”
“Why that look? It’ll be different from earlier.”
“Ahem. Well, fine. If that’s the Boss’s proposal, then it’s a reasonably fair standard.”
As Aria awkwardly averted her gaze, Irina rose. Her body, already rather sexy from being thoroughly soaked, now carried an added sheen of moisture that made it simply erotic.
…Foul. Isn’t that a foul?
Stimulating her before they even started was a foul…!
While Aria muttered that to herself, Irina stepped out of the bathroom, returned with her portable terminal—something close to a smartphone—set the timer, and showed it to Aria.
“I’ve set it to four minutes. Shall we start the moment the timer begins?”
“…Alright.”
“By the way, if I win the bet, what do I get?”
“Huh?”
“We need to stake something… for it to be a proper bet, don’t we?”
“…That’s true. Well, simply granting one wish would be fine, right? Excluding anything too unreasonable.”
“Hearing that, I feel a bit more motivated. Alright. Let’s do this.”
“…What kind of wish are you planning to make?”
“Who knows? I’ll tell you after I win. Hmm, what wish are you thinking of making, Boss? Perhaps….”
Trailing off, Irina made an uncharacteristic ‘Kyaa♡’ expression and covered her chest with her arms. The action was so mismatched and awkward that Aria couldn’t help but go deadpan.
“…I never knew our adjutant had such desires.”
“…Please forget that.”
“No.”
“….”
“I’m pressing the timer.”
“Ah, th-that’s a foul…!”
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, time’s ticking, Irina.”
“Ugh…!”
Thanks to Irina’s failed acting just now, the initiative returned to Aria. She wore the sly smile she used to sport as a Commander and started the timer.
Seeing that, Irina felt a wave of nostalgia for Aria’s Commander days, but there was no time to indulge in it.
Honestly, she hadn’t thought of a wish. If it had to be something possible, wishing for her to return as Commander would be impossible.
So anything was fine… but even so, she couldn’t lose. Not because she didn’t want to grant the former Commander’s wish… just because she hated losing.
Confirming the timer had begun counting down, Irina reached toward the cock with a stern face.
…Looking at it in the light, it’s pretty grotesque.
It was quite different from what she’d seen under the somewhat dark workbench. The red, swollen glans, the pillar with its bumpy veins… she felt a slight intimidation.
But not enough to scare her, so Irina boldly reached out and touched it.
Earlier… how did I do it. Right, I think it was like this.
She rubbed the glans with her palm just as she had under the workbench. Centering the glans, slowly… slowly… rubbing left and right.
The sensation was different from touching through gloves. The soft yet hard something rubbing against her palm felt bizarre.
Regardless of what Irina felt, it was far too fresh and unripe stimulation. Ultimately, it was just repeating what had succeeded by tracing the memory.
Seeing that, Aria licked her lips without realizing and grinned as she checked the timer.
“I said it’d be different from earlier, right?”
“…Ugh.”
It didn’t feel bad, but honestly, it was bearable. Maybe thanks to cumming hard just a bit ago.
Anyway, her pride seemed to be returning, so she felt good.
Belatedly thinking something was off, but since it had come to this, she had to win for now.
Meanwhile, Irina, moving her hand diligently then checking the timer, felt urgency.
I have to… win.
Seeing Aria smirking at her and the dwindling timer, her competitive spirit rose. But she didn’t know much…
Then she recalled its original purpose and decided to change strategy.
Of course, she wasn’t going to insert it abruptly; it was an attempt to press it near where it was originally supposed to go.
It was an idea she could have because she knew where it was supposed to go. If she’d known about handjobs, she wouldn’t have done this.
In fact, with a little thought, she could have figured it out. But right now she was extremely anxious and her head was fuzzy.
She just acted on what came to mind.
With a splash, Irina stood up and pushed her former superior against the wall.
“…Irina?”
“…Stay still. The one who needs to move is me.”
“Uh, okay.”
Pressing Aria with momentum, Irina grabbed her shoulders like pinning her superior to the wall six months ago… and sandwiched the towering pillar between her thighs.
“I-Irina, you’re not planning to put it in, are you?”
“W-w-what are you saying!”
“No, I was just worried.”
“…Don’t… worry.”
“Uh, okay….”
After that somewhat odd conversation, with the pillar between her thighs, Irina slightly adjusted her pelvis. Soon, Aria’s cock was nestled in the triangular zone created by her mound and thighs.
“Ugh….”
Both visually and sensation-wise, the stimulation was quite strong this time, so Aria let out a restraining voice without meaning to.
Hearing it right in front of her, Irina felt joy. With this, with this I can win.
Intoxicated by the feeling of victory, she held Aria’s shoulders and rocked her hips back and forth.
Every time Irina’s butt moved back and forth, her buttocks and thighs sucked on Aria’s cock.
Her movements were clumsy but intense. Knowing nothing, it was closer to pushing with force than controlling pace.
As buttocks and thighs diligently sucked the cock, eventually all the moisture on the cock was wiped away.
Now it seemed like flesh rubbing flesh would cause pain. But… surprisingly not.
“Ugh… oof….”
The place of the vanished moisture was soon replaced by some sticky unidentified liquid. Rather, the slickness seemed more suited to this act than water.
Its identity was Irina’s love juices.
Because the action to win the bet had somehow degenerated into something close to masturbation.
Wet with the thought she could win, Irina… rocked her hips as if a teenage girl, unable to hold back her heart, rubbing her genitals against the corner of her crush’s desk.
The sexual excitement that had begun to rise was blurred by the intoxication of victory, but her body diligently felt the pleasure.
Every time she rocked her hips, the pillar and veins crushed her clitoris and dug into her genitals as if about to pry them open and enter.
Accepting the rising pleasure as a signal of victory, she kept rocking her hips without realizing her breathing was approaching panting.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The noise of moisture and skin rubbing had somehow transformed into the wet, sticky sounds that would come during intercourse.
“Ugh, ah, hah, ugh, heh….”
And so, while Irina was immersed in the near-masturbatory act, rocking her hips—
…Whoa.
Aria felt bewilderment.
It was natural, since her former adjutant, who had reeked of virginity, suddenly started masturbating right in front of her.
But that wasn’t a reason not to feel pleasure. Rather, it was spice that caused mental excitement.
As the sounds grew wetter, Aria also felt excitement and pleasure, so her cock hardened further and pressed more strongly into Irina’s flesh.
Accordingly, Irina’s actions grew more intense, completing a cycle that was hard to say if vicious or virtuous.
Before long, the pressed breasts were crushed like marshmallows. Not moisture but sweat seeped out, screaming stickily.
“Ugh, hngh, ahh, heh, uh, uhh…!”
Splat, squirt…!
A sound of some liquid spurting was heard. At the same time, Irina, who had reached climax, panted and naturally nestled into Aria’s embrace, gasping.
“D-did I… win?”
Convinced of victory by the spurting noise, Irina asked in a voice mixed with panting and expectation.
But unfortunately, victory was not hers.
“…Uh, um, sorry.”
“Yes? Suddenly… why… are you apologizing? Ah, the wish… you can’t grant it…? I-it’s fine. I-I’ll wish for something the Commander can grant….”
“No, it’s not that….”
Aria scratched her cheek with a slightly flushed yet sheepish face and said firmly.
“The timer already ran out. And… I still haven’t… come.”
“W-what? What do you mean. Just now, clearly, the sound.”
Aria felt dizzy but had to say it. The world of competition is cold, after all.
“…That wasn’t me.”
“…Huh?”
Panting, Irina felt something odd. As if she’d climaxed, a sense of limpness in her body. Hot between her genitals and thighs.
Only then realizing what Aria meant, her already red face flushed even redder.
“Th-th-what— Kyaa!?”
Pulling her body back in shame, Irina of course staggered and slipped on the bathtub floor, losing balance.
With a splash, she was destined to fall and crack her head on the tub, but escaped that fate with Aria’s help.
Because Aria, quickly assessing the situation, moved her body to support Irina’s.
…Of course, the form wasn’t great.
Not only were they both naked, but one had a fully erect cock. The rather heavy cock rested on Irina’s lower abdomen, aiming at her face.
“…Irina, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine… Sorry. Commander.”
“I’m fine. You seem quite startled.”
“Th-that’s….”
Irina chewed her lip without realizing. Thinking about it, she had no memory of winning a bet against the Commander. So… she might have been even more intoxicated by this situation.
In her eyes, Aria’s cock, fully angry from not ejaculating, was visible. Beyond it, the scarred belly and a flushed face full of concern.
Staring blankly at them, Irina slightly averted her gaze and said faintly.
“…Boss, you won. As your wish, what do you want. Anything… is fine so… please say it.”
Her voice seemed to desire something.
Looking at Irina with worried eyes, Aria, with her cock twitching, carefully spoke.
A peculiar atmosphere flowed in the bathroom.