It's Not Cheating If It's Just Helping with Masturbation

The blanket had been pushed to one side of the bed, and the air felt cold against my bare skin. Davin checked that the ropes binding my ankles were securely tied to the bedposts on either side, then grabbed my waist and pulled me downward. My knees naturally bent, and she spread them wide apart. With my legs splayed open and my panties pulled down, my still-damp pussy was exposed in all its raw glory.

"Hehe, it's just as pretty as ever. Now, relax."

"I don't know... how do you even do that...?"

I might have asked for this myself, but that didn't make the embarrassment any less real. Rather than look at Davin's sly, smirking face, I turned my head to the left, trying to cool my flushed cheeks. But Davin climbed on top of me, lay down along ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my body, and locked eyes with me.

"If you're embarrassed when I'm the one helping you masturbate, what does that make me?"

"...Sorry."

"Hehe, you're such a total virgin when it comes to this stuff. It's not even about your character's virginity—your reactions are just too fun. How old were you originally? You're not actually underage or anything, right?"

"N-no, I'm an adult."

To think I'd hear that after turning over thirty. It was absurd, so I protested, but all I got back was Davin's mocking snort.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say. Ha, how did you even hold back when you're soaked like this? What got you so worked up? Did you wake up from some dirty dream like a horny boy?"

"No... that's not it..."

I hadn't even dreamed—it was just me writhing alone until the holy relic helped me out. Of course, I didn't say the truth. I wasn't that far gone. Instead, embarrassed by our faces being so close, I turned my head the other way, only for Davin to follow and whisper teasingly in my ear.

"You can't keep avoiding me. I'm not trying to eat you alive or anything. I've got a girlfriend, you know. If I jumped you, that would be cheating. This is just me helping you out since you can't use your arms or legs right now. It's not bad—it's just aiding a natural bodily function."

Davin's words eased my mind a little. Yeah, this wasn't sex or betraying anyone we cared about. It was more like helping someone with limited mobility wash themselves. Showing my naked body to someone else was embarrassing, sure, but it wasn't shameful like a caregiver bathing a patient. And I wasn't asking Davin to cheat on anyone—this was just a trade: her helping me masturbate in exchange for setting up a meeting with Laila.

Of course, thinking that way didn't make being naked any less mortifying, but at least the guilt was lighter. I wasn't the one cheating, after all. Laila and I were just sex friends, and while I knew Hanbyeol had feelings for me... we weren't officially dating yet. I wasn't some loose woman.

Unable to wait for my internal debate to end, Davin started teasing me by gently rubbing my thighs and hips. Not my ass or pussy—just the crease where my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lower belly met my legs, tickling me with her fingertips. My body trembled, and I bit back a moan.

"You seem so worked up already... looks like you don't need much foreplay. What do you want me to do?"

"...Help me."

"Help how? I can't untie the ropes—Hanbyeol said absolutely not."

It was cruel to ask when she already knew. Tears welling up, I begged her.

"...Help me... handjob it..."

"Ahahaha! 'Handjob'? Ivy, did you just learn about sex from books? Like those recommended reads for teens?"

"..."

"Okay, how do you want me to help with the handjob? Should I just lick your clit? Or make you feel good with my fingers? Be specific."

Davin stuck out her tongue and wiggled her slender fingers right in front of me. It was the first time the healthy, tanned beauty looked like a snake to me, but with my brain already overheated, I was falling for her temptation. Still, the thought of someone else's mouth on my pussy felt apologetic and shameful. What if it smelled? Putting your mouth on genitals was basically submission.

"F-fingers..."

"Fingers?"

"My... down there..."

"Down where? Here? Or here?"

Davin tickled my armpits and sides lightly.

"Aaah!"

I squirmed to escape her grasp, but with my legs spread wide and pinned by her thighs, and my arms bound, I couldn't resist. Twisting just my waist, shoulders, and head did nothing—her fingers followed relentlessly. I begged again.

"P-please stop... mercy..."

"Isn't this what you want? Then tell me clearly. How do you want my fingers...?"

"Fingers... on my pussy..."

"Your pussy?"

Davin's tickling fingers froze. Panting, face flushed, eyes downcast, I glanced at her. She grinned darkly, waiting for me to beg more. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing the surging shame, and said it.

"...Stroke it."

"That all?"

"...Yes."

When I'd seen Laila's tail mercilessly plunging into Davin's pussy, I'd felt jealous—maybe even wanted to try it myself—but something penetrating my vagina was still too much. Iris could apparently bypass it, either with some trick or knowing how to avoid the holy relic's restrictions, without harming her hymen, but I doubted Davin could. For her fingers' sake, no insertion.

"Oh yeah, you said you're still a virgin. Makes sense you'd be averse to anything going in. I've heard about your holy relic, after all. That famous story about the Pope and some holy knight who tried to fuck you and lost their dicks? You hung them up in rage, right?"

"Hic, hnggh..."

Davin had casually poked my trauma out of nowhere, and my breath caught in my throat. But oblivious to my hitching gasps signaling distress, she spoke in a disappointed tone as she slowly parted my pussy mound and stroked my clit.

"Looks like you don't even know how to masturbate properly. The clitoris is actually part of a much bigger internal structure. When you're aroused, it swells up. That makes the visible part seem smaller as the internal bulk grows under the skin. That's what they call an erection?"

"Hic, hnght..."

"Whoa, reacting this much already? You're super sensitive."

I was suffocating in agony, but Davin thought I loved it, skipping straight to expertly pinching, twirling, and pressing my clit. Pleasure and torment blurred in confusion. My hips kept bucking instinctively, but with my frog-like legs folded and pinned under her, I could only grind against the mattress and my back, gritting my teeth to stay conscious.

"Kkhk, grrrk..."

"Choking on how good it feels? Last time you were all cute 'ahh~ ahh~,' but today it's different. Is my technique better than a succubus's?"

"Hkweuk, haaaang!"

Strangled gasps mixed with pleasure-shudders, my mind going blank. Bound by ropes and her weight, unable to thrash freely, trembling helplessly—it was impossible to tell pain from ecstasy, driving me mad. That ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠peaked when she pinched my clit hard. As torment and bliss warred in my head, a sharp new sensation shattered the stalemate, hurling me into oblivion.

"-_-!"

I vaguely heard Davin saying something, but it didn't register. I was already convulsing, eyes rolled back. My body shook violently, teeth clattering, until I felt her tapping my cheek.

"Ivy! Ivy! Snap out of it! Please... I didn't do something wrong, did I? Ivy...?"

"Grk, hic, *cough*, kkhuek... What... happened...?"

"Haa... Ivy... You couldn't even breathe, I thought I'd really messed up—my heart dropped. Sorry, I had no idea that one comment would trigger bad memories..."

My throat still felt constricted, but her soothing helped me recover bit by bit. Was I overcoming the trauma? Or just burying the pain under pleasure? She covered my quivering body with the blanket to calm me.

"This won't do. If I keep going, it could get really bad... Let's stop here."

Davin stepped away briefly and returned with a warm, damp towel, wiping me down—from my forehead and nape, to my breasts and armpits, down to my secretion-soaked crotch. Every touch sparked pleasant tingles, making me pant with renewed arousal, but even noticing, she firmly pulled my panties back up.

"Davin..."

"I'm really sorry. But no means no, even if you beg. Seeing you go into respiratory distress without noticing... I feel awful."

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I was the one who messed up... Don't feel too bad on my account."

"Your fault? No way! It was that Pope bastard! Ah, sorry... you're not about to have another episode...?"

"His name's fine. Just don't talk about that situation. Pathetic, right? Just hearing about it chokes me up..."

I self-mocked bitterly, and Davin looked down with apologetic eyes, stroking my hair.

"Not at all. You're the victim here."

"Yeah... guess so."

"Killing him cleanly would be too merciful—they've got him locked up tight. I asked some user guards to put him in the worst spot. They treat him worse than livestock, barely keeping him alive. Serves him right."

So he was getting punished. Maybe I felt empty because I hadn't punched him myself. Still, as a citizen of a democratic society, letting the law handle it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right. And even if it was compensation, I wasn't the only victim. The guilds would divvy up his assets—no huge cut for me, probably.

Even so, I felt uneasy. What if the Pope escaped and came after me? He might have connections to bribe guards or some hidden powers befitting his status.

"What if he breaks out...? He's the Pope, after all—maybe special abilities or bribes...?"

"Doubt it. That prison's heavily guarded, and the king was thrilled to have an excuse to deal with him. He wanted to execute him outright, worried about backlash. Us users insisted on keeping him alive—death's too easy."

"I see."

Shunned by locals and players alike, he'd never set foot outside again. I could relax.

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, thanks to you..."

"Scary leaving you alone—what if something happens? I've got nothing today, so I'll stick around a bit."

Davin clearly saw me as a flounder out of water. My lingering arousal would've soaked through with the slightest touch—I wanted to borrow the holy relic's power for more—but I stopped her.

"I'm fine alone."

"What if thinking about it triggers another attack? No way. I can explain to my girlfriend later. Rest up. Oh, want some fruit peeled?"

My protests fell on deaf ears. Did I look that pitiful? I was really okay... Suppressing my unfulfilled desire, today just wasn't my day.

In the end, Davin stayed until Laila returned with her shiny, flushed face—no need for me to relay the story. Davin told her about my near-suffocation herself, looking bitter.

"If you'd dropped her from the bed, she'd have snapped out of it quick."

"Huh? Hold on, Laila—that doesn't sound right...?"

"Dropped from the bed? You'd hurt Ivy for that?"

Both Davin and I recoiled in horror, so Laila explained the time she'd saved me—giving me the falling sensation would fix it regardless. Davin seemed skeptical, but I found it plausible.

"But I couldn't exactly strangle Eve here to demo it. Next time, I'll show you. Now, customer? This way?"

"I told you, call me Davin."

The air between them thickened with lust instantly. Feeling a pang of jealousy at them heading to the living room bed while leaving me tied up, I pouted. Not that they noticed, already vanished beyond the wall with muffled sucking sounds.