Undo the Buttons
"I... I liked it when you touched my nipples."
Kyle had gotten the answer he wanted from Sera. He was more aroused than he had ever been in his life. The way she forced those filthy words out of her own mouth. That trembling, strangely sweet voice straining to finish the sentence. The perfect, yielding volume filling both his hands. Everything about her seemed engineered to shut down his reason.
"Is that so? It didn't hurt?"
Wanting to hear her say it one more time, Kyle asked with a smile playing on his lips.
"Ahh... Kyle, please..."
Sera, meanwhile, wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Even she knew it was the kind of thing a pervert would say. The instant she had admitted out loud that she liked being touched, she felt as though something essential had been pulled out of her. The masculinity that had filled her from the inside — it felt like she had reached in, taken it out with her own hands, and dropped it on the floor.
Kyle, as if her feelings were of no concern whatsoever, demanded she say it again. Sera called his name and begged.
Kyle said nothing. He simply ignored her plea, the silence itself a wordless demand — give me the answer I want. Sera couldn't hold out against it.
"I liked it... my nipples..."
In the end, she confessed exactly as Kyle wanted. She set down the masculinity inside her once more. Masculinity, and the dignity any human being ought to possess. Sera felt as though she had soiled them herself.
A crushing wave of shame and self-loathing rose up, along with resentment and disgust toward the man who had made her do this. She was about to shove his hands away.
"Good girl. You told me the truth."
The moment Kyle's words reached her, the will to push him off vanished. Praise. And with it, the one presence that made her feel safest in the world — the one she had briefly forgotten.
"That's my good girl. You're so pretty."
"Nngh..."
At Kyle's praise, Sera forgot the shame and self-loathing that had been devouring her and simply drank in his words. Pretty. The instant she heard it, happiness bloomed through her entire body.
She remembered the dungeon. Even the humiliation of lifting her own clothes to expose her panties and stomach had been bearable, so long as Kyle was with her. Recalling that, Sera let the tension drain from her body and surrendered herself quietly into his arms.
"You did well. You deserve a reward."
With her resistance gone, Kyle called it a reward as he pressed both her nipples with his index fingers. Springy, yet crushing and yielding exactly as he willed them — Sera's nipples. A texture laced with pleasure and addiction. The finest toy in the world, one that let out those sweet, melting moans the moment you touched it.
"Hahk... don't touch them..."
The instant her nipples were pressed, Sera reflexively curled in on herself. An instinctive revulsion at having her most private parts toyed with at someone else's whim. But at the same time, another feeling began to surface. A strange sensation she couldn't quite name — shame, yes, but threaded through with something that felt like joy.
"I said it's a reward. You like being touched, don't you?"
Kyle said this as he squeezed her breasts even harder in his arms. Sera couldn't accept it. Touching her however he wanted, without permission, and calling it a reward?
This... I can't let this happen.
Even as she thought it, she noticed the faint pleasure rising from her own body.
"E-even so, stop... I said don't touch them..."
She was afraid. Afraid she would actually start thinking of this as a reward and like it. Afraid she would be fooled by that word and accept this pleasure as something she wanted.
"I want to see you enjoying it too."
Ignoring her protests, Kyle recited back the words she had once said to him, using the same two index fingers to tease and tickle her nipples.
"Hhit!... Nngh, K-Kyle..."
As he wiggled his fingers up and down, Sera gasped and called his name, her breath coming in ragged little hitches. Kyle savored every lewd sound.
"You like it this much — I feel bad I only touched the left one. I'm sorry."
He apologized as if he were genuinely sorry. Then, as if making amends, he pinched her right nipple.
"Hyaht?!"
A sharp, high cry tore out of her. A fierce sensation that gathered every nerve in her body into a single point. Sera felt the pleasure she had only just begun to recognize arriving at the same time as the pain.
No... that can't be...
She denied it, but she couldn't ignore the pleasure coming from her nipples. The lie she had told to keep from becoming a masochist was slowly, inexorably becoming the truth.
I'm a man...
Sera remembered the descriptions of women in adult novels. How a woman's nipples were more sensitive than a man's. How they could feel pleasure from that stimulation alone. She realized those descriptions hadn't been fiction. Here she was, feeling pleasure from Kyle touching nothing but her nipples. A woman's pleasure that she, as a man, could never have known in her entire life — she was feeling it now.
A crack.
Sera felt something inside her split. A fissure opening in something that had been solid, unyielding. But she couldn't focus on it.
"You really love this, huh. Is that why you asked me to touch your chest back in the dungeon?"
"Hht?!... Nngh... ah!"
Kyle tapped both her nipples with his index fingers, shattering her thoughts. He didn't stop tearing into her.
"You said it was for my sake, but you were actually just a pervert who wanted her nipples touched."
"Hhiik! St-sto— hahk?!"
Sera couldn't even argue. She could only listen. Every time Kyle touched her nipples, her body went out of her control. She should have said no right then. But with every brush of his hand, the pleasure made her twitch and tremble, leaking nothing but those lewd little breaths.
"You lied to me."
"Aht!... Stooop, Kyahik—"
Kyle kept pressing while she couldn't get the words out. He took the index fingers that had been tapping her nipples and slowly circled them. One full rotation and her whole body jerked, speech failing her completely.
"Using me to satisfy your own selfish desires."
"Haang?!! Nngh... hah!!"
Kyle brought his thumbs in, pinching both nipples between thumb and index finger and rubbing them. Every stroke crushed that springy, jelly-like flesh this way and that. Intoxicating — and somehow still not enough. He wanted to slip his hands inside her nightgown already and touch her bare nipples.
"That's bad. You were so pretty when you were being honest earlier."
He stopped stimulating her and spoke. Sera was badly shaken. She should have protested that she hadn't lied — that it wasn't fair — but every nerve she had was locked on what he had just said.
He said I was pretty. Then what about now?
Kyle, calling her pretty in a voice that sounded disappointed in her. The adjective had slipped into the past tense. No — even that might have been wishful thinking. What if he thought she was ugly now? What if he had started to dislike her? The worst possibility made her heart drop like a stone.
"That's not true... I didn't lie..."
Sera pleaded her innocence, turning her head to the right to look up at him.
"Hik!"
When I lifted my head, I saw Kyle's face. He was looking down at me in silence, his eyes cold.
The warmth had gone out of his gaze. His mouth wasn't smiling. It looked as though he had been thoroughly disappointed and withdrawn his affection entirely — an atmosphere like he might leave me at any second.
"I-I'm sorry... Kyle."
The sense of injustice vanished. Everything felt like my fault. Kyle couldn't be wrong. His words were always right. If you thought about it, he was probably right. The pleasure I had felt just now when he touched my nipples — hadn't I asked him to touch my chest because I had been hoping for that?
"I'm sorry I lied... hhk, please..."
I begged Kyle for forgiveness. It felt like I really had lied. I had done something terrible to him for my own selfish reasons.
"Hhk! Please forgive me..."
I held back the tears trying to burst out and begged him. Whether my desperate plea got through or not, Kyle opened his mouth.
"What lie did you tell?"
He asked without dropping that cold look. His tone said: confess the lie you told.
"I liked having my nipples touched, so..."
I wanted to confess quickly and be forgiven, but suddenly the words wouldn't come. An unnameable anxiety that if I said any more, something inside me would break. My mouth closed. Silence followed.
"You don't even know what you did wrong, and you just want to be forgiven?"
Kyle asked in what sounded like an angry tone at my silence. He seemed to think I had lied just to get out of trouble in the moment.
"That's not it!! I mean—"
Seeing his anger, I ignored the warning from inside myself and opened my mouth.
"I said it was for your sake... but I... I was just satisfying my own selfish desire to have my nipples touched..."
To me right now, nothing mattered more than Kyle. I couldn't lose him because of my own mistake.
"I won't do it again... please forgive me, Kyle."
So I looked up at him and begged for forgiveness once more. Hoping he would please, please forgive my wrong.
"Sera. Anyone can apologize with words."
But Kyle still didn't seem ready to accept my apology. He was still looking down at me with those cold eyes.
"If you do well, you get a reward. If you do something wrong, you get punished. Right?"
He opened his mouth again and asked me. His position was simple: if you do something wrong, you should be punished.
Punishment?
I was scared. Did punishment mean he was going to hit me? The thought of him — the person I depended on — punishing me made my heart ache. Kyle was the only one on my side...
"Y-you're right. I should be punished..."
But I had no choice but to agree. Kyle said punishment was necessary for his forgiveness. I wanted his forgiveness so badly I would take anything.
With that resolve, I waited for whatever he would give me. Then his command came from behind.