I'll Tear You to Shreds

“….”

Irina stared blankly up at the ceiling.

As she lay there gazing at it, the events from the bathroom earlier seemed to project themselves across the surface in a hazy blur.

A little provocation. A wager struck. And then, defeat.

Honestly, she had been expecting it — just a little. Expecting something like that to happen.

In a situation like that, there were certain things one might reasonably demand as a wish. Something on the verge of exploding, and a body already prepared to receive it.

If she asked for that as her wish, the excuse would have been perfect — she wouldn't have had a choice. In a moment that practically invited that kind of imagination, her former superior had made a completely unexpected request.

Then don't argue. Just sleep in my bed tonight.

…Pardon?

That's my wish. You look exhausted, Irina. Like you've been through a lot today.

And that was how she had ended up here.

Even to a virgin like Irina, this felt strange. How could anyone say something like that in an atmosphere like that? It had been so unreal that she'd just stammered along until ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she found herself lying in the bed.

But once she came out of the bathroom, the memory of her own behavior earlier that day came flooding back, and shame hit her hard. What on earth had she been thinking? Belated mortification and regret washed over her in waves.

Maybe…

…Maybe the Command— no, the boss is right. I've been pushing myself too hard lately.

She had been overdoing it, that much was true. Really, she'd strained herself just to get here — so in the end, it was kind of the boss's fault.

Feeling the shame surge back again, she yanked the blanket up over her face. Submerged in the dark like that, a faint, peculiar scent drifted into her nose.

…This is… could it be…

The boss's scent?

Come to think of it, this was the bed Aria slept in every night. Of course it would carry her fragrance. That wasn't strange at all.

The body wash she used earlier…

It felt almost as if she were wrapped snugly in Aria's arms. The memory of Aria supporting her earlier made her heart start to pound.

“Hahh… haah.”

Without meaning to, she drew a deep breath beneath the covers. After everything she'd done earlier, something this mild almost felt trivial.

She kept breathing it in for a while — until a soft knock at the door made her freeze. The only person who would knock was the boss, so she pretended to be asleep.

It might have felt trivial a moment ago, but with the person herself standing right outside, that was a different story entirely.

Then came the sound of the door opening, followed by a very careful presence.

“Irina, you asleep?”

Aria's small, quiet voice reached her. Seized by a strange premonition, Irina desperately kept up the act of sleeping.

After waiting a moment, Aria — sounding somehow restless and hurried — shut the door and slipped away.

…Hmm.

Irina felt something off. The Commander she knew… would have noticed she was faking sleep. Even she could tell her performance had been transparent.

But the boss, looking somehow agitated, had given only a cursory check and left the room. As if something urgent were waiting.

Something's going on.

Irina held her breath and waited for the right moment. After roughly five minutes, she rose from the bed, opened the door, and stepped out.

For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt certain she knew where Aria would be. She moved carefully, and sure enough — there was one room where she could sense a presence.

In a house that contained only the barest furniture and a few clothes, it was the only room that was… full of something.

Well, "full" was a relative term. Full by the standards of this house, anyway. To Irina, it still felt sparse and empty.

But that wasn't important right now.

…What exactly is she planning to do that she had to confirm I was asleep first?

Half of her felt she shouldn't be doing this — it was the boss's private business. The other half worried that something strange was going on behind her back.

There was one other tiny possibility, but she rated it low.

Just check, then go back to bed.

She turned the handle with a soft click. If it had been locked, she would have turned around in awkward defeat — but fortunately, it was open.

And through the slightly cracked door, the sight that greeted her was… well. Um.

The moment the door opened, a thick, peculiar smell came rolling out. A smell she recognized. The same one she'd gotten a heavy dose of under the workbench.

It filled her nostrils as if concentrated and distilled.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.

And then a large, strangely lewd sound — something slick and wet, friction and motion.

At the center of it all, of course, was the boss.

Aria sat in a chair, wearing headphones and a visual headset, gripping something in her hand and pumping it vigorously up and down.

With every stroke of that silicone-looking thing… the long, thick cock Irina had seen under the workbench appeared and disappeared, over and over.

…Huh?

Every time the cock vanished inside, the silicone ballooned out into its shape as if about to burst. She was squeezing so hard that the outline of the glans stood out in stark, shameless detail.

Irina didn't know what the object was, but she recognized it as a sexual tool instantly.

Well — a cock going in and out of something repeatedly. It would have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been stranger not to figure it out.

What it was, of course, was the onahole Aria had prepared. The moment she'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠received the potion and grown a cock, the urge to try one out had come first, and she'd stocked up accordingly.

For someone who didn't exactly have people to meet, what else was there to do once a cock grew back?

Still, it wasn't something you used with a guest in the house. But Aria had a reason that bordered on force majeure.

“What the hell were you thinking, Irina. If I — if I hadn't held back and just… just… pinned you down like this… nngh, ah… hahh…”

The fact that she'd held back at all in that situation said everything about how strong Aria's self-control was.

But even she couldn't hold out past this point. She simply couldn't take it anymore — so she'd confirmed Irina was asleep and started her private entertainment.

Meanwhile, hearing Aria's muttering, Irina couldn't help but… picture the bathroom IF scenario.

…Sh-she's intense.

If the boss hadn't held back back then… would her own belly have bulged out like that?

She found herself resting a hand on her stomach, then shuddered. She'd never taken anything inside, so the sensation was pure unknown — and yet her body kept twitching as if that thing really were pushing into her.

If you were going to do this anyway, you should have just… back then…

Meanwhile, Aria's masturbation grew more and more violent. With all the lust she'd suppressed finally exploding free, she had no idea Irina was watching through the crack in the door as she quite literally turned that cheap onahole into a shredded rag.

Irina couldn't look away. A strange feeling washed over her.

Somehow, it felt as if she had lost to that lump of silicone. She knew full well this was Aria being considerate of her… and yet she couldn't shake a peculiar sense of defeat.

But why had the boss needed a potion like that in the first place?

Irina simply couldn't believe that the "Commander" she knew had gone looking for a potion just to masturbate.

There had to be a reason. There absolutely had to be.

Maybe there's someone she wants to use that with…

If so, the target was almost certainly a woman.

…There was never any sign of that, though.

Someone had appeared in the six months they hadn't seen each other? Whoever it was, Irina was envious— no. That woman clearly had some scheme going.

As a former adjutant, she couldn't just stand by and watch. First, she needed to confirm the facts.

Her business here was done. She should go back to bed and pretend nothing had happened.

But Irina couldn't tear her eyes from the scene. The memory and sensation of rubbing her sex against that thing in the bathtub rose up again, and her hand drifted downward of its own accord.

“Damn it… Irina… walking around with a body that gets me this hard…”

“Ah — uh, nn…?”

W-wait. Did the Commander just… me…?

No. No, get a grip, Irina. She's only saying that because of what happened earlier.

In the end, Irina stayed until she watched Aria climax with enough force to nearly burst the onahole — and only then did she scramble back to her room in a flustered rush.

She climbed into bed and burrowed under the covers, where her own scent and Aria's mixed into something strange and intoxicating that filled the air.

Somehow, she didn't think she'd be getting any sleep.

…Mm.

Before I knew it, morning had come.

The moment I woke up, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“…Holy shit.”

Of course I had. I'd jerked off until I passed out from exhaustion. The evidence was still sitting right there — it would have been weirder not to panic.

The swollen, ruined onahole was rolling around on the floor, is what I'm saying.

On top of that, I'd fallen asleep in the chair with my lower half completely exposed. Just thinking about cleaning up brought on a belated wave of post-nut clarity. It was pretty thick. That sensation I hadn't felt in three years… was still ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠awful.

Still, honestly, it had felt good.

I'd gone with a cheap one because the expensive models felt like overkill… and apparently the saying "you get what you pay for" held true even here.

Using that thing again would be a bit much.

The hole was already torn open and the whole thing was a shredded rag. Better to just throw it out.

Come to think of it, this still hasn't gone away.

How long had they said the potion lasted again?

Anyway, after how hard I'd gone at it overnight, things seemed quiet for now.

…Is Irina still asleep?

I needed to clean up before she woke. With that in mind, I cracked the door and peeked outside. No sign of movement — she didn't seem to be up yet.

I let out a breath of relief and stepped out, only to find a note sitting on the table.

Reading it, it clearly wasn't left by some mysterious phantom thief. It was from Irina, of course.

It looked like an ordinary note with a polite farewell. She hadn't still been asleep — she'd left early because she was busy.

…Wait. Did I lock my door last night?

I couldn't remember clearly. Trying to dig through yesterday's memories just brought up the vivid sensation of my hand pumping, over and over.

There's no way she saw me this morning before she left… right?

Please let that be the case.

Uneasy, I looked over the note again and spotted a place where something had been written and then scribbled out.

That alone made me anxious. It felt like it was hinting at something.

But looking closer, that wasn't the important part.

…Huh? A drink?

Had I put any drinks in the fridge?

I scrambled over to check the refrigerator, and a chill ran down my spine.

…Don't tell me she took that thinking it was a drink.

Inside the fridge, the bottles of potion Luna had brought were lined up in a neat row. I'd stuck them in there without thinking…

Nah. No way.

A bad feeling settled over me. Honestly, at a glance, they did look a lot like ordinary vitamin drinks.

Damn it, why did they have to come in bottles like that?! Luna!!!

Praying it wasn't true, I put in a call to Irina.

Please, please, please — let her not have drunk it.